Originally Posted by
Perianne
Balu, I love reading what you (and everyone else) has to say.
When at the end of the 80-ths I returned back to the USSR I got a Russian Spaniel for hunting. My Dad was alive yet and the dog have chosen him as a Master. We lived in the same building entrances neighboring, so all the care to walk the dog was at the shoulders of my Dad, as I was day and night in service.
The third day after my Daddy gone the dog died. And no Vet-Ambulace we called, could do nothing.
These are Dogs. They are True and Faithful. They are not women or cats.
Last edited by Balu; 06-29-2015 at 09:35 AM.
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Give heed, O Muse, but to the voice Divine
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(A.Pushkin)