How life knows how to twist the plot

2024 Author: Seth Attwood | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-16 15:55

Everything was going well for me, my wife got it just out of envy, three weather children were just for joy, the business developed at such a pace that it was possible to live with it, but did not attract too much attention to myself … At first I could not even believe it, then I got used to it and thought that it will always be so.

And in the twentieth year, a crack appeared in life. It started with the eldest son …

My parents raised me strictly, and as I grew up, they told me not to wave anything around, but to choose a good girl to my liking, to marry and build a family. I did so and never regretted it. And taught his children this. Only times have changed, or other girls have gone, but the son of such a girl cannot find such a girl to look into his eyes, and not below the waist, that is, into a purse or panties. And he has money, and he gets an education, and God did not offend his appearance, but all some kind of dirt is hung on him. And the guy toils, and we worry about him, in a word, it became sad in the house.

Further it gets worse. The mother-in-law fell ill, was admitted to the hospital, where she died a week later. They burst into tears, burst into tears …

The father-in-law was left alone, unable to cope. And the parents of his wife were simply golden people; he never made a difference between his and her parents. We take the father-in-law to ourselves, since there is a place. The wife is happy, the children are happy, he is calmer. All is good, BUT!

The mother-in-law had a dog, either a black terrier, or a rizen, or just a black shaggy freak. They took him too, on their own mountain. He gnaws everything, bites children, snaps at me, crap, he must be taken out for a walk together, like on a spacer. Called the dog handlers, gave money without counting to teach how to deal with him, to no avail. They say it's easier to put to sleep …

But … then the father-in-law said that when the dog dies, then he should go. Left until the next time. Children wear long-sleeved jeans in summer: they hide bites from me, feel sorry for their grandfather. By the fall, the cracks had come completely, he became brutal, gnaws at his skin, howls. It turns out that it also needs to be trimmed. We traveled around all the salons, nowhere are they taking such evil ones. Finally, knowledgeable people ran into one master who will take it. They called, set the time: 7 am.

I am giving. I drag it in. The dog is torn like mad. A young girl of tiny size comes out. So and so, I say, any money, even under anesthesia (and I myself think that he died under this anesthesia, the strength is gone).

She takes the leash from my hands, tells me to come exactly at ten to ten, and calmly takes him away. I come as instructed. I see this little girl shears the fur between the toes of a posh doggie. He is standing on the table, standing straight, proudly, without moving, like a lieutenant in a parade, and in his mouth is his rubber blue ball. I already looked. Only when he squinted at me, then I realized that this is my dog. And this little piglet says to me:

- It's good that you came in time, I'll show you how he needs to brush his teeth and shorten his claws.

I couldn’t stand it, what teeth! I told her the whole story as it is. She thought and said:

- You must understand his position. You know that his mistress is dead, but he is not. In his understanding, you stole him from the house in the absence of the mistress and forcibly keep him. Moreover, the grandfather is also upset. And since he cannot run away, then he tries to do everything so that you throw him out of the house. Talk to him like a man, explain, calm down …

I loaded the dog into the car, drove straight to the old mother-in-law's house. I opened it, it’s empty, it smells uninhabited. I told him everything, showed him. The dog listened. I didn’t believe it, but I didn’t snap. I took him to the cemetery, showed him the grave. Then the neighbor's mother-in-law pulled himself up, visited his own. They opened the bottle, remembered it, offered the dog, started talking again. And suddenly he UNDERSTOOD! He lifted his muzzle and howled, then lay down near the monument and lay for a long time, pushed his muzzle under his paws. I did not rush him …

When he got up himself, then we went to the car. The pets did not recognize the dog, but recognized it, and did not believe it right away. He told me how the shearer had advised me, and what came of it. The son did not have time to listen, grabs a jacket, car keys, asks for the strigalikhin's address.

- Why do you need, I ask.

- Dad, I'll marry her.

- Completely started, I say. You haven't even seen her. Maybe she's not your match.

- Dad, if she is imbued with the position of the dog, will she really not understand me?

In short, three months later they got married. Now three grandchildren are growing up. And the dog? Loyal, calm, obedient, incredibly intelligent elderly dog helps to nurse them. They brush his teeth in the evenings.