The whole neighborhood was afraid of the menacing bull terrier!!!
If the pit bull had known who he was barking at, he would never have done it under any circumstances. But what’s done is done.
I live on the edge of Bitsevsky Park in Moscow. A couple of years ago, a new 24-story tower was built next to our building, completely ruining the view from our window. People, naturally, of considerable means, started moving into the tower. One of the first to move in was a New Russian (later NR) with a completely insane bull terrier.
This dog had never been known to be a humane dog, and this idiot even trained him to be aggressive. This bull bit every dog in the neighborhood; even the German shepherds left in disgrace to lick their wounds.
Regarding all the owners’ attempts to sort things out, NR stared with bulging eyes and called the bull closer in case of any complications. Eventually, everyone started walking their dogs in the yard, which was pretty crazy, considering the forest was 50 meters away. Only a bull roamed the forest…
The last person to move into the tower was a man from Siberia, of an indeterminate age, between 40 and 65, covered in wrinkles, perhaps a gold prospector or a former oil worker. The man’s name was Yermolai, and he brought a husky with him.
To say the husky was old would be an understatement: its muzzle was practically gray; it (the husky, his name was Rex) was about 18 years old. Rex had had a rough time in life: his entire head was covered in terrible long scars, one eye was missing, one ear was in tatters, and his hind leg couldn’t bend at all, like the colonel in the film “Hello, I’m Your Aunt.”
Besides, Rex was distinguished by an unusual indifference and good nature, more characteristic of a stuffed animal than a living dog. He spent his days in the children’s sandbox, where the little kids pulled him by his one ear, his tail, and even tried to feed him sandcastles.
The girls pitied him greatly and would have petted him to death if Ermolai hadn’t chased the dog home when he returned from work. Naturally, Ermolai began taking Rex for walks in the forest. The neighbors explained the dangers, but Ermolai didn’t understand and said Rex had only walked in the forest his whole life and would be too embarrassed to retrain himself in his old age. Everyone began to look forward to the meeting, fearing it would be Rex’s last. And about a month later, it happened…
That morning, I was rebuilding a Solex carburetor from a VAZ-2108 in the sun. Suddenly, HP runs out of the woods with a bloody bull in his arms. He hitchhikes, no one stops, naturally, and he runs off toward the avenue, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Half an hour later, Yermolai and Rex show up, both calm, heading home to eat. People ask them: “What’s wrong?” “What?”
The answer went something like this:
“WELL, WE’RE OUT FOR A WALK, REX IS PEENING, AND SUDDENLY A TOOTHY SAUSAGE JUMPS OUT OF THE BUSHES AND LET’S GET AT HER.” WELL, REX BIT HIM. WHAT’S THE BIG THING? WE’VE BEEN BEAR-HUNTING ABOUT 50 TIMES TOGETHER…”
