I’m proud of my parents


In the mornings, we are engaged with the Pope on the sports ground. Once we returned after another training session. In a deserted place near the transformer booth, we saw a dog of the collie breed, the so-called Scottish sheepdog. She had a long red hair with white patches. It was evident that the owners had abandoned her for some reason. Have brought in a deserted place and have left. Early in the morning, there were no people nearby. We realized that the dog was hungry, it was trembling, looked pitifully into our eyes.

“What do we do?” I asked my father. He said: “They left together, but will we come back together, and what will my mother say?” I suggested: “Let’s get a dog, and if she follows us, then she must live with us.” So it happened. The dog remained in our family. We called her Lada. Then they thought that we still need to advertise. Maybe the dog is lost, and the owners are looking for it. We hung the handwritten announcements in crowded places and waited.

One day a doorbell rang. A middle-aged man came in and said that, judging by the description, it was his dog. I called Lada. When she saw the visitor, she growled menacingly. “Come to me!” the stranger said imperiously, but the dog retreated into the room. “She is afraid of you,” said my mother. “My dog,” the man answered sharply and angrily, “what I want, I do with it!” He went to Lada, and it seemed to me that she was ready to rush at him. “Then pay me for it,” the stranger said suddenly. “Let’s do it, I’ll consult my husband when he comes home from work, and you call us,” Mom suggested. “I think we’ll settle this matter.”

Everything was fine, parents did not give Lada, the collie still lives with us.

I am proud of my parents for their generosity.


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I’m proud of my parents