A dog that eats cucumbers

Imagine what our little black-and-white tot did yesterday. The he-human placed shopping bags in the hall. The he-humans always leave everything lying where it falls by hand. If there was no she-humans, they would have nowhere to step, they would be overgrown with dirt, and they would generally die on the vine.

Dino took the moment to examine the bag through. No one noticed anything when I hear the she-human shout “he eats cucumber!”. And he already had half of the cucumber from Spain in him.

Our humans hurriedly asked the computers if the cucumber are poisonous for the dogs. Humans are strange beings. We dogs, if we eat something bad, we vomit it up right away and it’s quiet. But people, they’re going to consult with Google on what to do. Poor people. Such big and they do not have their own mind.

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When my humans start running here and there, carrying bags and looking for various papers, phones and keys, I already see how the land lies. We’ll go somewhere with a tin monster. I will probably never fall in love with their monster on wheels, but I like to go on trips.

But hey, they didn’t take me this time. They left me alone. And they pissed me off pretty bad. When they returned, I felt such a strange tension in the air. They both looked like a mysterious castle in the Carpathians and devoutly carried something wrapped in a blanket.

God, it’s alive! And it looks like an overgrown mouse. I began to growl in such a deep voice that not even my great-grandmother the wolf would be ashamed of it.

They laid the creature carefully on the ground and began to lisp to it. This is really beyond the pale! I’m going to have to take offense. I will crawl under the couch and ignore them forever, at least for two minutes and eleven seconds.

Then they introduced us. That they say Dino. Who can come up with such a strange name? And that they say Coton, too. So let them take a good look at him! Half head black. Is that what a Coton looks like? What if he grows into a Saint Bernard? I wonder to my humans – as if I, Chica de Tulear, were not enough for them.

But I will whisper something to you: the little one is quite nice and we have already agreed together that we will do some bad things to our humans.