There was a friend of a dog. Some twenty years ago, or even more. A remarkable dog of the Caucasian-Alabayev breed, the size of an average bear and a rare good nature. The last - not a joke, the dog for all its long life, if suddenly someone and scared, it is extremely unintentional, and even then - only by its size.
And she also had a very peculiar sense of humor and was very fond of her masters. For example, thought that if she wanted to walk, but rudely to climb to the owner head - the size of a suitcase - and even with slobber. It can be simpler. With a small run to fight this "suitcase" on the front door. "The bux! Buch! "- What, they will not guess? Of course, they will! How can you not make pleasant to such savvy people?
She dyed things and brought them to their masters. To please, it's a mess - someone has it, but my beloved hosts do not.
So. Evening, summer, quay, fishermen. The dog safely turns out of the collar and takes off somewhere "there". The owner, accustomed to such feints, quietly sits down on the bench, lights up and waits when IT will deign to walk, along the way, indulging in philosophical reflections.
And then ... ... he hardly swallowed a cigarette!
Directly on it rushes something that looks the most like a giant tortoise, though with a reservation - THESE hefty turtles, he even in "Walks with dinosaurs" did not see. In addition, it's without a head and legs sticking out from below, and not to the sides like a tortoise.
"Pantsir" safely reclines to the side, after which it turns out to be a rubber boat, from under which the "motor part" is selected with a joyful smile to the whole immense mouth. "Master, look, what a cool thing!".
The owner lights a second and says: "Brought? Well done. And now - bear where you took! "
The dog does not take offense, well, what can you do, you did not like the gift ... turns the boat around, neatly "puts it on" and scratches in the opposite direction. The owner, having finished, is put forward after it. He finds on the shore a completely fucking fisherman.
His story: "The boat puffed, I was going to sail, and this beast appears, like a rock, but wagging its tail. I stand, like a fool, with a paddle - which still will not be repulsed from such a big deal. And she ... the boat of the prong - and as it was not! No boats, no dogs! I'm standing with the paddle as a complete idiot, because you tell someone - they'll send you to a psychiatrist, and he's not so sure about his adequacy. The dog stole the boat !!!
But further - steeper. While I was trying to turn on my brains, my boat came back in the bushes and rustled. Herself. On foot. If it had not been for the next man, I would have turned to the psychiatrist. "