Little Dogs and Glamorous Dogs

I went to visit a married couple, their daughter is growing up. Now she is 12 years old, and yesterday the issue of a small dog was discussed, the girl really wants a small dog, but she was refused, because they already have a cat and fish. The conversation ended in hysterics, the girl still wants a new friend for herself, she really likes little dogs. She said that all girlfriends have, but she does not, and cried.

But really small dogs today are a kind of accessory - a toy for little, and sometimes no longer little girls. I also had glamorous dogs, but they didn't take root and died one after another.

The first dog was presented to me in a restaurant, an unfamiliar company presented me with such a gift. She called her Daisy, decorated her with bows and even entrusted her to wear a gold chain. Then, through negligence, the dog was crushed by the door.

The second dog was presented by a good friend on the 8th of March. Together with the dog, other interesting things were presented, but now it is not so important what else was. That second dog, a Chihuahua, was also very cute, affectionate and not at all angry. She lived with me all spring and summer, and at the beginning of September my friends went for a walk and asked me to give them a dog for the evening. She was very quiet and obedient, so they wanted to take her, but I could not refuse. The girls walked well, the next day they could not remember where the dog was, and at what moment they lost it. They asked around, looked, but never found the dog.

The third little dog was given to me by the same friend who lost the previous one, her name was Laura - I mean the second dog, not a friend. She accepted the third dog as a gift - a toy poodle, named Erica. I was more fortunate with her, and she lived for almost two years, and everything would be fine if I did not take the dog to the beach.

I went with a friend to the beach and took the dog with me, she was also well-mannered and obedient, she never gave me problems. We went swimming and took the dog with us into the water, when we returned, wrapped it in a towel and laid it next to it. Men rested nearby - in the literal sense of the word, men, not men. We drank beer, vodka and had a snack, while periodically glancing in our direction.

When we bought ourselves, and the men drank vodka, one of them, under the influence of alcohol, plucked up courage and decided to get to know us. Without alcohol, apparently there was no courage to come up and start a conversation. And when he approached, he immediately sat down next to him and it was on the towel in which our little dog Erica was wrapped.

After that incident, I decided not to have dogs anymore, since they live with me so little. Every time you get used to it and when the dog dies for a long time you cannot part with sad memories. If in the future I will have a dog, it will not be a small one, but a large one, which will not get lost and will be able to fend for itself. Only I will do it when I have my own house.