Another amazing and poignant story for me is the story of Bobby.
My husband is tired of the circulation of animals in our house, and I promised that for the next three months there will be no dogs in our house, except our own. Promised this at the end of January. And on the first of February, I was riding in a minibus and saw the post “A knocked down puppy at the station.” I called my husband, he broke off from work, went there, instead of my business, I also went to the station … Puppy … In fact, a teenager, and a wild one. He was lying, but when they approached, he tried to hobble on his three legs. It was scary … And scary to catch, and scary to leave in such a state …
As a result, the husband ran to the pharmacy for a bandage to make a loop on his mouth. I managed to fix my mouth, I threw off my down jacket, we squeezed it and dragged it into the car like that. Then there were torments. He did not trust us, he tried to bite, and his paw had to be constantly processed (it turned out to be a serious fracture, there were knitting needles). I was angry, my husband got tired, sometimes my hands dropped. We invited a cynologist… 3 months of endless struggle for the right to at least touch him. But time has done its job. He has learned to trust us, and we have learned to love him. My girls accepted it quite tolerably. True, there were absolutely no people willing to take it.
