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Sasha
Thirty thousand years ago, the wolf gained courage and went to the cave in search of food. Since then, the amazing relationship of the dog and man began
My friend called me and said: “There the Chinese family wants to give the shepherd to the shelter. The dog is wonderful, can you take it? "
I replied: "We already have a dog, but I will ask the neighbors."
Our neighbor, a retirement engineer, agreed with pleasure, learning about the dog. His dog recently died.
My wife and I went for a shepherd to reduce the number of links in the chain.
The house offhand cost three million. The chic "Mercedes" at the porch. A very pleasant Chinese family went out to meet us.
Dad is huge, he was a cardiac surgeon in China. The painful appearance of a mother and a daughter of about ten years old, very polite.
From the garage, barking cheerfully, two luxurious dogs ran out. One is a real German shepherd, and the second is a miniature collie. This breed is called Sheti.
Parents bought every daughter on a super -porodous dog.
The eldest daughter went to study at the university, and it became difficult to take care of her shepherd. Therefore, they decided to give the dog to the shelter.
Suddenly, a ten -year -old girl says: "Once you take a shepherd, then take my shelti."
She said so ordinary, without the slightest regret that I was stunned. The dogs were well -groomed and well -fed. One problem
They were loved as an object, well, for example, as a cactus, behind which they care, cutting needles and watering.
Shelti's name was Summer (summer). We immediately gave her a new name - Sunny (sunny), however, three days later she smoothly turned into a sanya, and a week later in Sasha.
Sasha saw us for the first time and immediately accurately realized who we were. She hugged my wife's lush chest with her paws, pressed her head to her and broke into a smile, and then quickly dozed off as soon as they got into the car. She immediately understood, here they are, real people!
You can write a separate story, what a wonderful beast she is, but briefly, Sasha is the best dog in the world! When I am at home, she is always there, a little from behind, at the leg. Seeing me to the airport, she rests her forehead on my chest and sads in silence, to the very plane, and meeting, he whims down from her overwhelming joy - the folder has arrived!
Today in the developed world, pets, led by dogs, become the most important element of balance of the psyche has long gone.
In large hospitals, “therapeutic” dogs are allowed and used for a long time. They come to visit the sick, and, what would you think, patients are really easier!
Of course, the dogs are healthy and vaccinated. I already wrote that we are not worn by shoe covers and robes with hats, we just clean and wash everything all the time, so the dogs, according to the results of research, do not increase the risk of nosocomial infection.
In all children's hospitals, therapeutic dogs are given. This is especially noticeable in children's oncology. Children lie for a long time, the treatment is severe, and with all the latest achievements for someone it will be the last hospitalization.
A child without gender, either a boy, or a girl dressed in hospital pajamas, stood in the corridor and looked into the distance. Blue, like a chicken from a Soviet store, thin, hands - ropes and a disproportionately large head, completely bald from chemotherapy, there are not even eyebrows, such a ball for bowling. It costs about fifteen minutes, it doesn’t go anywhere, although the game room is nearby. Suddenly a Daisy dog appeared in the corridor. Middle size handsome spaniel. The child seemed to come to life. He hovered to meet, spread his hands, the dog showed with all his appearance how glad she was, wagging her tail and dancing. He hugged the dog, and it was the highest bliss for the baby. At that moment, the last thing he was thinking about was his illness.
A barely noticeable blush appeared on the cheeks and three minutes ago, extinct children's eyes sparkled with joy.
The dog was sitting nearby during the procedures, as if making it clear, not drift, I will trace the doctors and nurses, if that, so that they would not throw out any form.
When the dog was taken away, he, hugging her, whispered in her ear: "Come, please tomorrow."
And Daisy, like a bayonet, was the next day, because she is a therapist dog.
We, the heads of the departments, the chief physician and CEO (Chief Executive Officer) - this is, as it were, the director of the hospital, the most important, he has all the money, we gather every month. We discuss different issues, make important decisions.
By the way, CEO is not a doctor, he has business education. That is, the main hospital is a businessman in the hospital.
The last question was about dogs. Can his dog be brought to the patient?
We unanimously decided what it was possible. It's just humanly and that's it!
True, with a reservation that if it is your own, home dog, then you need to transfer the patient into a separate room. This is not a problem, since at least half of the chambers are single. The other chambers into two, separated by an opaque curtain from the ceiling to the floor for privacy.
They decided to legalize dogs in the hospital after a recent case.
An elderly person with a terminal pancreatic cancer worsened every day. Drying as a mummy, parchment, yellowish, face with pits of eye sockets, in which life is still lifting.
At the round, he said that he was feeling bad and that he would like to say goodbye to his dog. The attending physician did not mind.
An hour later, Golden Retriever nicknamed Rufus, gently stepping, entered the ward.
He understood everything at once. Seeing the owner in trouble, he only slightly waved the tip of the tail, not being distracted by strangers, went up to him.
He slipped his head under the hanging palm of his grandfather and froze.
Grandfather's face came to life and looked, as if he had been injured by morphine.
Everyone left the room, leaving them alone.
I went to see in two hours later.
The dog lay at his grandfather in the legs on the bed, putting his head on his knees, and his grandfather held her paw.
I asked if it was necessary to get a dog?
But the dog flatly refused to go out, and also refused to eat.
Grandfather died at night, he was taken out of the ward, and relatives had to pick up the dog in the morning.
The dog was lying on a seasoned bunk, like a blowing ball, spreading, with the face between the front paws. She suffered ...
The tears suddenly somehow rolled themselves out of their eyes.
I am deeply convinced that Pavlov, studying conditioned reflexes on dogs, missed the most important thing.
Dogs are the only ones who forgive us everything and continues to love us. Of course, there are people who, for various reasons, have not developed relations with dogs, and this makes them neither worse nor better, just unlucky.
Who is for? Who is against? There are no abstracts.
- Accepted unanimously.