I treat animals with tolerance. Especially if they are strangers. In my childhood there were, of course, hamsters, fish and parrots, but I was not attached to any pet. But my son did not like a soul in a one-year-old Sherry. And when she was hit by a car, he grieved for a long time, resenting everyone around him. Not knowing how to calm the frustrated child, I promised to give him a dog for his birthday. Then it did not happen, but he again asked the dog already as a gift for the New Year. Of course, the beagle, this breed was our Sherry. Now, looking back, I can not understand what I was thinking when I started looking for a dog, and even went to nurseries and private owners to look for applicants for the title of future family member.Photo: GettyImages

Hooray! We will have a dog

We don't have much choice in our city.So we didn't drive around looking for a suitable animal for long. Zhorik was a little over three months old. The owners described him as an obedient puppy, used to eating homemade food. He didn't chew shoes, was playful and cheerful. And then the big day came. My son started preparing the apartment for Zhorik, and I went to get the dog. The owner, wiping away tears, kissed the boy on his wet nose, fastened the leash and handed him over to us. The dog behaved perfectly in the car. After fidgeting a little on the seat, he settled down on my knee and snored peacefully the whole way. Excited Vova was waiting for him at the entrance. For about 20 minutes they frolicked in the snow, getting used to each other. It's strange, but I felt something was wrong in the morning: I was shaking with a fine tremor for some unknown reason. The thought that something was wrong did not leave me, even when I washed Zhorik's paws and let him sniff our home. But I had no idea what awaited me next. Oh, I forgot to say: I have two sons. Every evening my house turns into a war zone. Two super-active guys, one of whom returns from school (Vova, that's right) and the other from kindergarten, start fighting for their territory from each other. They use pillows, pistols, guns, pinches, bites, boxing gloves and everything that comes to hand. For the first 10 minutes I try to calm their ardor, since the neighbors have become frequent guests in my apartment, and then, realizing that everything is pointless, I hide in the kitchen doing household chores and wait for everything to calm down. With the appearance of the dog, everything somehow changed. All our attention was riveted to Zhorik. At that time, however, Vova renamed him, coming up with a stupid nickname Noiz. But that's not the point. We couldn't eat peacefully that evening: the dog kept trying to stick his nose into someone's plate. Every now and then I had to get up from the table and show the puppy where his place was. If you think I didn't feed him, you're wrong. He ate three bowls of soup in three seconds and polished it off with a sausage. I think that's more than enough. And then Zhorik thanked me. He placed his gratitude right in the middle of the carpet in the hall. My eyes seemed to be covered with a veil. My son, seeing that his mother was getting hysterical, got dressed in a minute, fastened Noizik's leash and ran with him outside for a walk. The puppy was lucky for the third time in the last couple of hours - snow, barking, squealing. When he got home, my son admitted that the dog hadn't done the important things. My brain was racing with the thought: where would he do it? On the carpet? On the kitchen floor? On the rubber mat in the bathroom? At the threshold of the front door? And, most importantly, when? Now or all night?Photo: GettyImages

Oh God. We have a dog

I had a headache. I took a Citramon tablet.Usually it helps almost immediately. But that time everything was different. Our usual routine was falling apart. The clock showed 11:00 PM. The dog was in a playful mood. He happily tore apart a soft teddy bear and made one attempt after another to jump on the sofa. The baby was being capricious, Vova turned on the owner and tried to calm Noizik down, sternly ordering him to go to his place to sleep. Either the dog didn’t like the place, or he didn’t like to sleep at all, but time passed, and calm did not come to him. My son decided to use force, but this did not help either. However, it gave me the opportunity to put the baby to sleep. Having wiped the sweat from my forehead and taken the second tablet of citramon, I looked into Vova’s room. He, smearing tears on his face, was wailing: “Well, please, well, go to bed.” I felt sorry for him. “Son, what’s wrong with you, calm down. "He needs to get used to us, and we need to get used to him," I didn't believe what I was saying. "Will I never have any free time again?" he asked me with hope in his voice. "No, I won't. Tomorrow will be a complete disaster," I added in a low voice. I didn't say anything out loud to myself, I just stroked my son's head. My son is an incredible sleepyhead. On weekends, he sleeps until 12, and it doesn't matter if he falls asleep at 9 or midnight. It's very, very difficult to wake him up. Leaving him to think, I went to finish my chores. The puppy volunteered to accompany me. Once in the kitchen, he sat down in front of the refrigerator and started whining. What a glutton! I put some food on him. Who knows, maybe he needs a snack before bed? Having licked the bowl until it was crystal clean, he started playing again. But he wasn't interested in having fun alone, and he went straight to the bedroom to the younger one. Of course, he woke up. And at 12 o'clock at night my apartment was again filled with laughter, squeals and stomping. My hands dropped. Hoping that the former owner would reveal the secret of a miraculous sleeping pill, I wrote to her: "How to put the dog to sleep?" To which I received a short answer: "Turn off the light."

I only dreamed of peace

And it was that simple? I was delighted.Finally, it will all be over. We lay down to sleep with the baby. Five minutes later, he began to snore sweetly, and I listened to Noizik's nighttime adventures. He was undoubtedly looking for something and had no intention of going to bed. My eldest finally fell asleep - he put on his headphones and calmly departed for the arms of Morpheus. I was in a panic and did not know what to do. I wanted to sleep like crazy, my legs were buckling from fatigue, my eyes were sticking together. But I could not relax and allow myself to fall asleep. After all, an unfamiliar monster was wandering around the apartment, who could do God knows what at any moment. And then I heard a howl. The dog settled down by the front door and began to whine in different ways. He was clearly asking to go home. I instantly made a decision: that's it, it's time to put a fat end to our relationship. Of course, as a rational person, I weighed all the pros and cons. But opposite to one "pro" there were many "cons". What did our interaction with the dog give us during these five hours? For me - a headache, insomnia and nervousness, and for the boys - a dozen scratches from the sharp claws of an overly frisky puppy.Photo: GettyImages

Hooray! We do not have a dog

No, no and no.I am not ready for this noisy tailed animal to live in my apartment. Because I know: I will have to get up at six to feed and walk him, and I have had chronic fatigue syndrome for the last three years. And I decided to do as it is written in smart books on psychology: listen to my true desires and fulfill them. Without thinking, I dialed the owner's number: "Natalya, sorry that it is so late. But we did something stupid. Your dog is not for us. We will be there soon." I looked at my watch. It was 2 am. I called a taxi. The next morning, the little one did not even ask about Noizik. Vova burst into bitter tears and did not go to school. And I, happy that I no longer have a dog, was getting ready for work.

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