The Shell

told me.
A friend had a dog. Twenty years ago, or even more. A wonderful dog of the Caucasian-Alabayev breed, with a size of a medium bear and a rare kindness. The latter is not a joke, the dog for his entire long life if suddenly scared anyone, then exceptionally accidentally, and then - only by its size.
The dog had a very special sense of humor and loved his owners very much. For example, she thought that if she was tired of walking, but it was ignorant to climb to the owner with a bag – the size of a suitcase – and also with saliva. Might be easier. With a little run-off, knock this suitcase at the entrance door. “The Booch! But what, do they not guess? Of course they guess! How can we not please such intelligent people?
She handed away her stuff and brought it to her owners. To rejoice, because it is a mess - someone has it, and the favorite masters do not have it.
So then.
The evening, the summer, the beach and the fishermen.
The dog safely turns out of the collar and is taken somewhere there "there". The owner, accustomed to such fints, quietly sits on the bench, smokes and waits when he wills to go for a walk, simultaneously giving in to philosophical reflections.
and here...
He barely swallowed a cigarette.
Directly on him goes something, most like a giant turtle, but with a reservation - such healthy turtles he has not even seen in "Walk with Dinosaurs". In addition, this without the head and legs of the turtles from below, and not to the sides as the turtle.
"Pancyr" safely throws away, after which it turns out to be a rubber boat from which the "motor part" is selected with a joyful smile into the whole vast palm. “Sir, look at what a great thing!”
The owner smokes the second and says, “Have you brought it? The young man. Now take where you got it!”
The dog is not offended, well, what do you do, did not like the gift... turns the boat, carefully "blows" it on itself and itches in the opposite direction. The owner, drowning, proceeds in the footsteps.
He finds on the shore a completely stunned fisherman.
His story :
“The boat was blown up, I was about to sail away, and here this beast appears, as if it would crumble, but the tail is rolling. I am standing like a fool, with a wretch – which you will not get rid of anyway from such a machina. And she... a boat cap – and it wasn’t! No boats or dogs. I am already standing up with happiness as a complete idiot, because to whom you tell - to a psychiatrist will be sent, and I am not very sure of his adequacy. The dog stole the boat!! to
But further is better. While I was trying to turn my brains on, the bushes were shrinking and my boat came back. The Same. On the feet.
If I hadn’t seen a man, I’d definitely go to a psychiatrist.”