We moved to the city from the countryside in 1975. Then we bought a cross house on the outskirts. But it had a surprise))) Since all the villagers back then had notions of helping others in any way, my parents were the same way. They agreed when their former owners asked to stay in our already new house for a couple of weeks while they finalized some paperwork.
These people had a very large and vicious dog. We didn’t want to take her in because she wouldn’t acknowledge us. This is the dog I still remember.
One week goes by, the second week, now the third week, and the previous owners sleep until lunchtime, rarely go anywhere and apparently do not intend to move out at all. But the main thing is their behavior, as if they are still here the owners. Especially the mother of the former owner.
Over and over again their parents reminded them of the arrangement, but their departure kept getting delayed.
Every day they let their dog out for a walk. Not only did she have to take her toilet all over the yard, but my kids were afraid to go outside. The dog would lunge at everyone. My parents asked them many times not to let him out. But as soon as my dad left for work in the morning and my brother and sister for school, the dog was immediately in the yard.
And just like that, the dog was the one who helped my dad get rid of those cheeky people.
My sister came home from school and forgetting about the dog immediately opened the gate. The black mahina knocked her down and only thanks to the good quality of her drape coat, the dog was not able to do much damage. Only the coat was damaged. The dog was caught and put on a chain. In doing so, they blamed my little sister for coming in early.
And in the evening it all started! Daddy rushed home from work and without taking off his coat, first dragged my aunt out into the street in her clothes. And there the daughter and her husband ran out, not waiting to be kicked out with a slap. All the insolent residents’ things flew right over the fence into the mud and puddles.
They tried to sic their dog on my dad, but he, seeing all this, shrugged his tail and huddled in his kennel. He certainly wasn’t going to come out. An hour later, all other people’s stuff was outside, the gate was locked, and the dog was sitting behind the fence with its owners with a bunch of goodies.
