Bobby

Another amazing and poignant story for me is the story of Bobby. 

 My husband is tired of the circulation of animals in our house, and I promised that for the next three months there will be no dogs in our house, except our own. Promised this at the end of January. And on the first of February, I was riding in a minibus and saw the post “A knocked down puppy at the station.” I called my husband, he broke off from work, went there, instead of my business, I also went to the station … Puppy … In fact, a teenager, and a wild one. He was lying, but when they approached, he tried to hobble on his three legs. It was scary … And scary to catch, and scary to leave in such a state … 

 As a result, the husband ran to the pharmacy for a bandage to make a loop on his mouth. I managed to fix my mouth, I threw off my down jacket, we squeezed it and dragged it into the car like that. Then there were torments. He did not trust us, he tried to bite, and his paw had to be constantly processed (it turned out to be a serious fracture, there were knitting needles). I was angry, my husband got tired, sometimes my hands dropped. We invited a cynologist… 3 months of endless struggle for the right to at least touch him. But time has done its job. He has learned to trust us, and we have learned to love him. My girls accepted it quite tolerably. True, there were absolutely no people willing to take it. And after 7, 5 months the phone rang: “Hello, we are talking about the announcement. Doggy … “I was expecting to hear” puppies, Betty, anyone else, “I had already prepared a mournful answer that they were attached, when I heard the continuation of the phrase:” Bobby the dog. “Something strange happened inside, almost like excitement before the wedding: joy, replaced by some other feeling. Will everything go as it should, will I be able to tell about the dog in such a way that people do not change their minds, but how can I entrust it to someone at all. Thoughts lived their own lives, and their language: something long and detailed carried about Bobby. Exhausted. And then the question: “Ah … can we come to meet him now?” In a trembling voice, I tell my husband that in 20 minutes they will come to meet Bobby. Looks like Bob got it. He began to fuss, squeak. Intercom call. And here they are – these first people who, among such an abundance of dogs, managed to notice exactly him. Bobby joyfully greets the guests, fits on the sofa and demands scratches. We are talking about something, but internally it seems to me that the result is clear. And yes. Bobby leaves with them. Victoria and Sergey are a wonderful couple, probably, even in my wildest dreams, I never imagined such a family for Bobby. A family that will be upset on the first day that our Bobka did not lie down on the bed, but only on the sofa. A family that runs home at lunchtime to check on him. A family that saw OWN dog in this kid. I would like to say a huge thank you to those people who supported me. First of all, my husband, who got into this adventure, dragged Bobby to the doctors, helped not to lose heart. Masha Smirnova, who created the group and actively made posts, my beloved Katya Tolochko, who listened to my drooling snot, who made Bobby wonderful shots, who visited us so many times, Oksana Davydenko, who on February 1, together with us, was thinking about how to catch Bobik .Thanks to our wonderful cynologist/zoopsychologist Tatyana Romanova, thanks to the wonderful pet hotel and its owner Sandra. The list of thanks can go on forever. I remember everyone and everyone who was interested, helped us with money, advertising, advice. And, of course, special thanks to Victoria and Sergey. Our boy found happiness!