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Once there was a dog
Once there was a dog.
The dog was a fence, the fence was in the gate was at the gate window.
Special window dog.
What would a dog through this window can explore the world around.
Well, the dog still studying (and FIG study whether there? Village street), and she was bored. And boredom she came up with their entertainment. There is for example a citizen on the street. He thinks about something his unsuspecting, picking his nose. And when he lines up with the gate, she told him loudly in his ear, "Woof, shit !!!" The man will jump, grabbed his heart, dog fun.
But in the end this all very quickly got used to, and react to the dog stopped. Some children even rude language and began to show pose faces. It's a shame. It is insulting and boring.
Then the dog changed their tactic.
Peep cautiously out and waits for the distance will be a passerby. Hold your breath, then hide, and pretend that it is not present. Passer talking on a window from a distance looks - the dogs really do not have. Well, Passer relax and whistling quietly goes by. Then she puts out kaaaak head off, and - Woof, shit !!! Passer jumping! Dog fun.
But the village there is a village, passers occur infrequently.
So the life of a dog is certainly not sugar. Entertainment is not a dime a dozen.
More the dog has an owner. He calls it Chuchundra. Dog nor "Chuchundru" or the owner does not respond. When the host must open the gate and go, he just takes it as a pig by its hind legs and pulls out of the window. In another, she does not understand.
We have seen it often enough, we passed by ten times a day walk. The dog lives three houses away. When we pass, always with her respectfully greet. "Prichet, Chuchundra!»
Not quite clear that nothing pleasant when you are called Chuchundroy gone, but her name is really we did not know.
On our greeting dog eyes bloodshot and malice. They are well lit - "Rumors! Without a leash walk, without a fence, where they want to and go! And here you sit all day like sewn! "So the dog to class hatred shaky idly by completely understandable. Therefore, we do not take offense to it, and it is even sympathize.
And here we go past the other day, we went to the river, and we with you just by the way had a stick. The good this stick, a twig picked up on the road. M long with a thick hand. This stick is useful to everyone, then lying - is unclear. Well, we're going to stick to this, then, and then - Chuchundra.
She saw a stick, it just did not happen collapse. She already began to howl, and her eyes behind the wicket fell with rage. Well, we have it "Chuchundra, stick he likes?" Well, she gave a stick, of course. Good stick, but we do not mind. Once Chuchundre more necessary.
Chuchundra growled, grabbed the stick in the middle position, and let it swing. Chuchundra growls, stick hanging about the gate bёtsya gate rattle, Chuchundre least some razvlekalovo. Well, we went to the river.
They returned two hours later.
Chuchundra all just stuck in the window with a stick in the middle and let it clearly was not going to. But it certainly was not up to fun. Under the gate natekla decent puddle of saliva. His eyes were badly Chuchundry bulging, and she struggled periodically with a stick at the gate, trying to drag her inside. The stick is long, a small window. Release or to seize the mind is not. So it got stuck.
- Drop the stick, you fool! - We said. Where there! Is cast.
But the interesting thing started a little later.
Chuchundra may be so would have died with this stick in the window of a nervous breakdown, but just then the owner arrived.
He went through the gate inside, habitually took Chuchundru for hind legs and began to pull out of the window. Not a bit of it, Chuchundra stick was not going to let go of any kind.
Maybe if the car was the one inside, he would have tied the dog to the tow rope Tow bar, and pulled. But the car was outside.
Then he went out and tried to grab Chuchundry stick on the other hand, by the person.
Oh, how much joy appeared on the face of this evil! Probably the first time in the life of the owner decided to play with it! Well, it so she thought.
But the owner did not think so. He soon realized the absurdity of his undertaking, he said, "Well, she asked for it!", And walked inside.
And a minute later returned with a hacksaw in hand.
He pressed his knee stick to the gate with one hand and began to saw right outside chuchundrinoy muzzle. Sawing was uncomfortable, and it is not so much sawed as mothers. Chuchundra gathered in his eyes and a handful of horror askance at what is happening next to "Whack-Whack." But stick held firmly.
When one party was over, the owner wanted to settle down with the other, but Chuchundra contrived and relief opilysh dragged inside. After a moment from behind the fence there was a sound with which the residual water goes out of the sink. Still, potorchi head against three o'clock in the sun! While the dog saw, the owner drove the car inside and locked the gates. Then from behind the gate there was the distinctive sound of a juicy blow a good stick on someone's ass, grunting dog and his master's voice:
- The next time I head off instead of a stick they saw off! Understood?
Then he flew over the gate and flopped onto the dusty street remains of our sticks.
And the next day at the gate of the window boarded up.
Here's a sad story about animals.
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The dog was a fence, the fence was in the gate was at the gate window.
Special window dog.
What would a dog through this window can explore the world around.
Well, the dog still studying (and FIG study whether there? Village street), and she was bored. And boredom she came up with their entertainment. There is for example a citizen on the street. He thinks about something his unsuspecting, picking his nose. And when he lines up with the gate, she told him loudly in his ear, "Woof, shit !!!" The man will jump, grabbed his heart, dog fun.
But in the end this all very quickly got used to, and react to the dog stopped. Some children even rude language and began to show pose faces. It's a shame. It is insulting and boring.
Then the dog changed their tactic.
Peep cautiously out and waits for the distance will be a passerby. Hold your breath, then hide, and pretend that it is not present. Passer talking on a window from a distance looks - the dogs really do not have. Well, Passer relax and whistling quietly goes by. Then she puts out kaaaak head off, and - Woof, shit !!! Passer jumping! Dog fun.
But the village there is a village, passers occur infrequently.
So the life of a dog is certainly not sugar. Entertainment is not a dime a dozen.
More the dog has an owner. He calls it Chuchundra. Dog nor "Chuchundru" or the owner does not respond. When the host must open the gate and go, he just takes it as a pig by its hind legs and pulls out of the window. In another, she does not understand.
We have seen it often enough, we passed by ten times a day walk. The dog lives three houses away. When we pass, always with her respectfully greet. "Prichet, Chuchundra!»
Not quite clear that nothing pleasant when you are called Chuchundroy gone, but her name is really we did not know.
On our greeting dog eyes bloodshot and malice. They are well lit - "Rumors! Without a leash walk, without a fence, where they want to and go! And here you sit all day like sewn! "So the dog to class hatred shaky idly by completely understandable. Therefore, we do not take offense to it, and it is even sympathize.
And here we go past the other day, we went to the river, and we with you just by the way had a stick. The good this stick, a twig picked up on the road. M long with a thick hand. This stick is useful to everyone, then lying - is unclear. Well, we're going to stick to this, then, and then - Chuchundra.
She saw a stick, it just did not happen collapse. She already began to howl, and her eyes behind the wicket fell with rage. Well, we have it "Chuchundra, stick he likes?" Well, she gave a stick, of course. Good stick, but we do not mind. Once Chuchundre more necessary.
Chuchundra growled, grabbed the stick in the middle position, and let it swing. Chuchundra growls, stick hanging about the gate bёtsya gate rattle, Chuchundre least some razvlekalovo. Well, we went to the river.
They returned two hours later.
Chuchundra all just stuck in the window with a stick in the middle and let it clearly was not going to. But it certainly was not up to fun. Under the gate natekla decent puddle of saliva. His eyes were badly Chuchundry bulging, and she struggled periodically with a stick at the gate, trying to drag her inside. The stick is long, a small window. Release or to seize the mind is not. So it got stuck.
- Drop the stick, you fool! - We said. Where there! Is cast.
But the interesting thing started a little later.
Chuchundra may be so would have died with this stick in the window of a nervous breakdown, but just then the owner arrived.
He went through the gate inside, habitually took Chuchundru for hind legs and began to pull out of the window. Not a bit of it, Chuchundra stick was not going to let go of any kind.
Maybe if the car was the one inside, he would have tied the dog to the tow rope Tow bar, and pulled. But the car was outside.
Then he went out and tried to grab Chuchundry stick on the other hand, by the person.
Oh, how much joy appeared on the face of this evil! Probably the first time in the life of the owner decided to play with it! Well, it so she thought.
But the owner did not think so. He soon realized the absurdity of his undertaking, he said, "Well, she asked for it!", And walked inside.
And a minute later returned with a hacksaw in hand.
He pressed his knee stick to the gate with one hand and began to saw right outside chuchundrinoy muzzle. Sawing was uncomfortable, and it is not so much sawed as mothers. Chuchundra gathered in his eyes and a handful of horror askance at what is happening next to "Whack-Whack." But stick held firmly.
When one party was over, the owner wanted to settle down with the other, but Chuchundra contrived and relief opilysh dragged inside. After a moment from behind the fence there was a sound with which the residual water goes out of the sink. Still, potorchi head against three o'clock in the sun! While the dog saw, the owner drove the car inside and locked the gates. Then from behind the gate there was the distinctive sound of a juicy blow a good stick on someone's ass, grunting dog and his master's voice:
- The next time I head off instead of a stick they saw off! Understood?
Then he flew over the gate and flopped onto the dusty street remains of our sticks.
And the next day at the gate of the window boarded up.
Here's a sad story about animals.
© Rocketeer
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