Black Mark

Once, while walking, a black Labrador boy caught my eye. He had fun running and swimming in the local reservoir.

 Not seeing the owners nearby, they called the familiar owners of similar dogs, but all the pets were in place. There was no time to think, so I dragged this black miracle home, and at home, by the way, there were two females in heat. They settled them in different rooms and set about searching for the owners. I photographed them, scattered them on all possible social networks, armed my sister with a stack of leaflets and sent them to glue around the area. She herself began to call our animal rights activists, however, they could not help in any way. I sat down to look for ads about lost women, and at that time a black macho took out the door, breaking into the ladies, got tired and lay down on the whole sofa. I found three similar dogs in the ads. The first call – a miss, the second call – a man picks up the phone, and mutual questions begin. It turns out that the dog lives in Serebryanka (and I’m in Kurasovshchina!) And then he starts asking questions about spots, marks, etc. I ask him to name them to me, and he says: no, you tell me. An argument broke out, in the end he gave up and named the sign that finally convinced me that he was the owner: a black pigment spot on the tongue. The time was approaching midnight, but he shouts with enthusiastic cries: I’m going! I take the dog to the entrance, and all remaining doubts disappear. The dog, almost knocking me off my feet, rushed towards the disheveled man getting out of the taxi. I got the impression that he was just sitting at home watching TV, so he went out and jumped into a taxi. Two months passed, and I accidentally met this man. He didn’t have enough words to express his gratitude.