How we saved St. Nicholas

On Saturday I had a great adventure with my humans. The weather was nice, so we went to the rocks. Where I live now, there are beautiful rock massifs. I like to walk there with my humans. I am always on a leash, because my humans are afraid that I could fall from a high rock. As if they didn’t know I had an instinct. But you know, masters of creation – they think they know everything best.

That day is a strange holiday in the Czech Republic. Some people disguise themselves as St. Nicholas, an angel and a devil. And then they haunt children. I have never experienced it before, because no Nicholas has ever come to the puppy mill. I probably wouldn’t know it this year either, because Nicholas doesn’t go to my humans either.

But what the hell didn’t want, we met a Nicholas in those rocks. He had neither an angel nor a devil, and he climbed on all fours. He had only a small dog with him, and the poor man howled in fear. I was sorry for the dog, I wouldn’t want such a master. My he-human drink just one glass of red wine. Well, sometimes two. And he run on all fours only when he’s playing with me or his grandchildren.

The dog howled there because he was on one rock and his drunken owner in a white robe and high hat was crawling on another rock. And between them was an abyss as deep as a high house. His instinct told the dog that going after his irresponsible owner would be dangerous. So at least he called for help out loud. We dogs, unlike some people, have intelligence.

I’d rather not describe how my humans got the figure back across the abyss, because it was dangerous. They also used my leash. I saw everything up close, because my he-human had to hold me in one hand and with the other was pulling that creature together with my she-human. Nicholas’ staff fell into the deep hole. And a flat bottle too, which broke during the flight as it crashed into a rock. There must have been something very rare in it, because he looked quite unhappy about the loss. But we, together with his dog, rejoiced that he didn’t end up like his bottle.

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