Short stories about dogs. Children's stories about dogs Reading to children about service dogs

In Moscow, in a quiet lane, there is the Moscow City Service Dog Breeding Club. When I first came to the old premises of this club, I involuntarily drew attention to the stuffed animal of a huge dog with protruding ears. Below, at the feet of the dog, one could read her nickname: "Karo".

Karo was a wonderful dog, an all-Union champion. Champion means "winner". Here Karo also was the winner at all dog shows.

I was interested in the fate of Karo. From conversations with club instructors who were dog handlers during the war, I learned that Karo is just one of many wonderful dogs that faithfully serve man. I began to write down everything that was told by instructors and dog owners who often come to the club. And so many stories have gathered about dogs that took the wounded from the battlefield during the war, helped sappers find mines, went with scouts behind enemy lines, and about dogs that save travelers during landslides or snow drifts in the mountains, and about dogs, who guard apartments and go shopping with their owners, and even about a dog that I raised myself.

The Moscow Service Dog Breeding Club has playgrounds in various Moscow parks. Every Sunday dog ​​owners, including many boys and girls, bring their animals there for training. Dogs jump over barriers, learn to follow various commands.

Every trained dog must be fluent in as many as fifteen dog disciplines. As if these disciplines are simple and each consists of only one word: “next to”, “sit”, “fetch”, “to me”, “lie down”, and try to teach the dog to walk the way it is supposed to - clinging tightly to the left side of the owner, instantly lie down and get up, bark on command. It takes a lot of patience and perseverance. You can’t get angry and annoy the dog yourself; one must be able to caress the animal, praise it if it performed the command well, give a piece of sugar, sausage or meat.

But there are still guys who tease dogs, beat them, not realizing that they are true friends of man.

I decided to tell all the stories that I happened to collect to my little readers.

Those dogs that you will read about in this book - and Dick, and Dzhulbars, and Reggie, and Malysh, and Orlik, and Elbrus, and Chalk and Rozka - are real, living dogs. The stories about them are not made up.

Slava was still in the fifth grade, when dad brought home a light gray fluffy ball. From this ball of soft wool, only a black cold nose peeped out and brown eyes, like small chestnuts, blinked.

This is Palma, said dad. - If you study well, I will allow you to raise a dog, train it.

Slava fell in love with the puppy, walked with him, played and tried to bring home only fives.

In the summer everyone went to the country. Palme made a bed in the barn. Next to her, behind a low partition, lived a heifer. At first, Palma was angry with her, growled, and, although she was ten times smaller than the heifer, she even bit her good-natured muzzle. Then I got used to it. They became friends ... They walked together. When the heifer was sleeping, Palma climbed onto her head and settled comfortably between her big ears. The two of them slept so sweetly that snoring could be heard from the shed.

They were very good and fun together. And, if some other dog ran up to the heifer, Palma growled at her.

When the family returned to the city, Palma immediately had enemies: on the street - a car, and at home - a broom. Palm looked at the brush for a long time from around the corner. She doesn't look like anyone else! And it doesn’t look like a cat, and it doesn’t look like a dog: there is no muzzle, no tail, and the hair is black, hard! The palm tree could not in any way pass the brush indifferently - it will bite it quietly, then it will bounce off and sideways, sideways away ...

The cat Barsik lived in a city apartment. Somehow Palma wanted to play with him. But the cat was not young, did not like liberties, and grabbed Palma in the muzzle with his paw. And on his paws he has sharp claws, like thorns on a fence. Palma squealed and since then began to politely bypass Barsik. If Barsik is lying on a chair, Palma does not even look in that direction, as if there is no chair.

Once Barsik was given two pieces of sausage. He ate one piece, but did not stop the second: he left it on a saucer and went to sleep on the sofa. Palma cautiously approached the sausage, sniffed it, wanted to take it, but at that time Barsik raised his head. Palma dropped the sausage, licked her lips and moved away from the saucer.

One day my dad said:

Well, how long will you be chasing each other to no avail? You need to learn Palma.

Slava went to the kennel club and talked to the instructor there. He said that if he wants to teach a dog to obey, he must first complete the course of young dog breeders himself.

So the classes began: in the evening, after school, Slava studied with an instructor, and early in the morning he taught Palma.

Oh how difficult it was at first! Palma thought that they were playing with her: she jumped, grabbed Slava by the pants and did not pay any attention to his commands. Many days passed until Palma realized that if Slava says “to me”, you need to run up to the owner and obediently walk beside him. The command “stop” was especially difficult to remember. This is not because Palma is such a goofy dog, but because she is lively, agile, loves to run and hates to stand still.

Gradually, Palma became quieter, more restrained. Sometimes, however, she forgot herself and began to misbehave on the street: she rushed to small children to play with them, ran away from the owner. Then Slava said menacingly to her: “Fu!” It means “no”, “stop”, “stop”. With this prohibition command, Palma immediately stopped with a guilty look.

When Slava trained Palma in the yard, spectators gathered. But Palma ignored them. She looked only at Slava with her wet brown eyes. Everyone laughed a lot when Slava commanded: “Voice!” Then Palma barked briefly, abruptly. Barks twice: "Woof, woof!" - and waits for Slava to repeat his command again.

When Palma correctly followed Slava's orders, he told her every time: "Good!" - stroked and gave something tasty: a piece of sausage, meat or sugar. Sausage Slava began to call himself a four, and sugar - a five. He was so used to it that once at breakfast he said to his mother:

Unsweetened tea, give five!

And everyone laughed.

Once Slava accidentally deceived Palma. He told her: "Walk!" Palma ran for a leash, for a collar, put them near Glory and wagged her tail. She was always very happy when they were going for a walk.

But someone came, Slava lingered and forgot that he wanted to go for a walk with Palma.

Then he called Palma again, but she no longer believed him and did not bring her leash. Slava told the trainer on the playground about this, and he said:

Never cheat on a dog. She must be sure to trust her master. You deceive her once, twice, a third, and then she will cease to obey at all.

Since then, Slava has never deceived Palma.

Slava and Palma are great friends. Palma guards his little master, guards the apartment.

Once firewood was brought to Slavin's parents. Firewood was dumped right on the street, and there was no one to put it in the barn - everyone was at work. Then Slava said: “Guard!” The palm tree lay down near the firewood and looked at everyone passing by with distrustful, wary eyes.

Slava's comrades decided to play a trick: they silently crept up from the other side and pulled out a few logs. Palma jumped up and rushed at the guys. No one else dared to approach the firewood while the Palm lay beside them.

Dogs are known to be man's best friend! There are an endless variety of breeds and classifications of these kind and close to man animals in the world. In the books below about dogs, you will learn about the most popular breeds, behavior and character, what dogs eat. different breeds how to take care of them. All the subtleties of raising dogs, how to teach them to respond to your voice and follow commands. Which dogs are very dangerous and what to do if a dog attacks you. The history of their appearance up to ancient myths and legends. You will also find the most popular and important facts about these pets on the pages of books about dogs.

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Lassie, the kindest and most devoted dog, desired by all the dog breeders of the mining town, was secretly sold due to the financial problems of her owner's parents, Joe Carraclough. However, the dog could not accept the new owner, and the faithful Lassie went on a long journey home.

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A great story written by an English writer - Doudy Smith. The book tells about the London adventures of two Dalmatians - Pongo and Mrs., who want to rescue their beautiful puppies from the clutches of a villain who wants to make fur coats from Dalmatians.

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The hero of the story is a small homeless dog who, like other dogs, dreams of finding and even raising a friend of his life - a man. He has to do a huge drink and overcome a large number of barriers to reach your goal.

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This book is narrated from the perspective of a dog named Enzo. He is a very loyal dog who loves his owner. Danny is a racing driver, part-time, the owner of this dog, he often encounters difficulties, but Enzo brightens up these difficult days.

5. Dog Stories - James Harriot
Dog Stories is a collection of good-natured stories filled with love for animals and English humour. James Harriot (author of this book) devoted his time not only to books, but also to the veterinary profession, which confirms his love and kindness.

6. The dog who spoke to the gods - Diana Jessup
A book written by Diana Jessup, a professional dog breeder. The book tells about the relationship between people and animals, about the unwillingness of a person to recognize the existence of a soul in dogs, about human cruelty to their pets and the unrequited love of animals for people.

7. I Am Legend - Richard Matheson
A wonderful story about the afflicted dangerous virus the future. The virus infects people, conferring on them the symptoms of vampirism. Main character- last healthy man, who is trying to find a vaccine for a striking disease and survive in his lonely house.

8. Faithful Ruslan - Georgy Vladimov
The story, written by a Soviet writer, tells about the sad fate of a dog named Ruslan. The book leads the reader to think about their own freedom, because the book tells about the complete submission of a dog who served in the camp for 9 years, who died without love and affection.

9. Year of the dog. Twelve months, four dogs and me - John Katz.
The American writer tells in his book a touching story about raising his beloved dogs: two Labradors and two Border Collies. The author gets along with his pets, and also understands them perfectly. The book focuses on people who love their pets.

10. Buddy Tobik - I. Ehrenburg, K. Paustovsky, M. Prishvin
A collection of wonderful stories about the relationship of dogs with other animals and people. The book was written by great Soviet writers: I. Ehrenburg, K. Paustovsky, M. Prishvin. The stories are easy to read and understand and will leave a good impression.

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The main character of the novel is an Irish terrier who has lost his owner. The dog ends up on an island inhabited only by savages, but thanks to his courage and courage, the dog copes with all the trials and finds a friend among the hostile savages.

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Are performances with trained animals so beautiful? On stage, it looks great: tinsel, confetti, shiny costumes, exciting tricks, however, looking behind the scenes, you can understand and see all the cruelty towards trained animals.

13. Marley and Us - John Grogan
A funny and touching book that tells about the mutual upbringing of a person and a dog. A young couple who get married face various marital difficulties, but they get a dog that helps them get along and shows the beauty of true and selfless love.

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The story of good and smart dog named Bim. Mainly, the author calls for the responsibility of man before all other representatives of the animal world and nature itself. This is shown through Bim, who meets various people on his way.

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Difficult novel by Jack London, about the hard life of a dog who got into a difficult situation and suffered Big changes in itself. Home dog you have to forget about a cozy rug, warm food and a loving owner, now he is a predator who has to feed himself.

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The life of a wolf is hard and harsh. Bloody fights, the struggle for survival, the harsh northern climate - all this awaits us in the exciting story "White Fang". However, wolves are not only cruelty and blood, it is also love, funny wolf cubs and relationships with a person.

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The book mainly deals with the relationship of a person with his two closest friends - a cat and a dog, whom he considers friends, not slaves. Also, the author will show the difference in the relationship of a person with a dog and a cat, will affect the relationship of the dogs and cats themselves.

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A book whose merit is truthfulness. It is the basis on real events that attracts the reader to this story, the author only embellished the recorded adventures, and diluted them with English humor, which is appreciated and understood even in the CIS countries.

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A simple story, understandable to many readers, about the life and death of an eccentric poet and his little dog. The American writer retains his style, so the whole book is filled with light sadness and sadness, unattainable and bright ideals, as well as lofty goals.

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The story of the fidelity of a dog and a man, the main character (a dumb janitor) was lucky to meet his beloved woman and a good friend who understands his feelings - a dog named Mumu. But the life of a peasant is not so simple, and the lady separates him from all his life partners.

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A sad story of a dog who spends his days in an empty country house. The middle of the story is diluted with the happy days of the dog: in the summer, the owners of the dacha came and fell in love with the dog. But spring came, and the family left for the city, and lonely days came again for the dog.

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Left alone, the boy Romochka slowly eats the supplies that were at home. But nothing lasts forever, and he has to go outside, where he meets a big dog. Time passes, and he is already at home in the dog pack. The boy grows up and he finds new adventures.23. $
Does visual loss affect a dog's life? Of course, but a hunting dog named Arcturus tried to do an excellent job even after he went blind. He developed hearing and smell, compensating for his blindness. The book teaches the reader not to give up and to persevere to the end.

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The book is designed for elementary school students, it teaches kindness and loyalty to your friend. The boy Alyosha Seroglazov is the owner of a little puppy, but he considers him the most beloved, faithful and good dog. In a difficult moment, the boy Alyosha did not leave the dog and came to his aid.

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The Mowat family has a dog named Matt, which is the focus of this story. The family constantly travels, so the author described a large number of beautiful places in the country, nevertheless, the book turned out to be fun, and the dog is a full member of the family.

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This book was written by a teenager, but it is relevant and vital. For people deprived of a normal worldview, it is very important to feel love and kindness. In the story, the guide dog takes care of the boy and understands all his feelings.

27. Saved - Jim Gorant
The book talks about real crimes solved in the United States. People treated animals cruelly dog fighting, and the defenders of these dogs made a heroic deed worthy of writing a book, which allowed many pets to be saved.

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The book is entirely saturated with friendship and love for dogs, it will also tell about important qualities person. There are a large number of animals in the story, but the main characters are dogs and children who make extraordinary friendships with each other.

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many famous history about a brave and daring shepherd dog, which helped solve a wide variety of criminal cases in the Leningrad police. The book will appeal to all ages, because the book contains the best qualities of a dog, as well as its friendship with a person.

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The story tells about a devoted dog, but abandoned by its owner. She very much wants to return home and goes on a trip. On the way, she meets a wide variety of people, but will she return home, and what will await her upon her return?

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The book is aimed at a children's audience. This is a story about a boy Alyosha Seroglazov and his dog named Kysh. This is one book from a whole series of stories about Alyosha, throughout the book the reader will expect a large number of adventures of a boy and a dog in the Crimea.

32. Incredible Journey— Sheila Barnford
Two dogs and a cat live soul to soul with their beloved owner. But he disappeared, and the pets decided to put themselves at risk and go in search of their master. Throughout the book, a wide variety of trials await them, but four-legged friends will overcome them together.

33. While there is Tuesday. The amazing bond between man and dog, with… — Luis Carlos Montalvan
The book is an autobiography of the author - a veteran of the war in Iraq. He received a concussion and various mental disorders, lost his wife and military career. However, he got himself a specially trained dog - Tuesday, which helped him become popular and overcome illnesses.

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A young girl gets a dog for herself, only the dog turned out to be 20 kg more than the mistress herself. But this did not stop them from establishing a strong friendship. The book has a lot of simple humor, and there are sad moments in the book, but they are minor.

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This is a continuation of the book "Varvara and I go as a couple ...". But in this book, the emphasis is on puppies brought by a dog. Like the first part, the book is entirely positive, but also tells about small troubles that happened to the mistress, puppies and their mother.

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Franz Kafka - the masterful owner German language, however, he is the most unusual writer of the 20th century. In his surreal story, Kafka appears to readers as a dog who is trying to explore the world and understand its essence, and not every person does this.

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The book is intended for children to read. In appearance, an ordinary puppy with cute eyes discovers an unusual ability that allows him to communicate with other animals and even people. The work is entirely devoted to his adventures with his friend Ryzhik.

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A story about 1944. This is the time of the creation of the Soviet-Polish tank division, it is in it that the main characters will serve: three Poles, a Georgian and a dog. A military story that is cleverly diluted with humor and love for animals and people.

39. Tramp - Alan Lazar
A very sad story about a lost puppy. Kate adopted a dog named Nelson, they quickly became friends, but he got lost, got into big trouble, helped an orphaned boy find joy in life, but always remembered his first mistress.

40. Romka, Fomka and Artos - Konstantin Lagunov
A story aimed at children of primary school age, about the adventures of three friendly dogs, their mutual understanding and mutual assistance. Courageous friends can stand up for themselves, as well as stand up for those who are weaker. The book encourages you to be kind and loving.

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A wonderful collection of short stories, saturated with kindness and love. All stories are just recorded stories from life. They tell about the life of the author with five faithful dogs: Bull, Mukha, Tobik, Manyunya and Bobka, each of which has an original character.

A story about a pet. Berta is my favorite dog.

Guess the riddle:
She guards the border
On the trail of a crook will catch
They let her in where it's hot
And the name is German ... (shepherd)
The German Shepherd is versatile. It can equally well serve as a companion dog, security, protective, detective, service and guard dog. Successfully used in animal husbandry as a shepherd dog. More often than other breeds it is used in the service in the army, in the police, for the protection of state borders.

According to some information German Shepherd is not monogamous and quickly gets used to the new owner, but ... I personally do not believe in it. For example, in the city of Togliatti, a Monument of Devotion is erected - a monument to a dog that has been patiently waiting for its owners for 7 whole years. The dog was a German Shepherd.

A story about a cheerful and kind dog Tuzik. And why potato dog? Find out by reading this interesting story.

A story for younger students to read in kindergarten, for family reading.

Potato dog. Author: Yuri Koval

My uncle, Akim Ilyich Kolybin, worked as a potato warehouse guard at the Tomilino station near Moscow. In his potato position he kept many dogs.

However, they themselves molested him somewhere in the market or at the kiosk "Juices - Waters". From Akim Ilyich, in a businesslike way, he smelled of shag, potato peels and chrome boots. And the tail of a smoked bream often stuck out of the pocket of his jacket.

Sometimes five or six dogs gathered in the warehouse, and every day Akim Ilyich boiled cast-iron potatoes for them. In summer, this whole pack wandered around the warehouse, frightening passers-by, and in winter the dogs liked to lie on warm, rotting potatoes.

At times, Akim Ilyich was attacked by a desire to get rich. He then took one of his watchmen on a string and led him to sell to the market. But there was no case that he rescued at least a ruble. He returned to the warehouse with offspring. In addition to his shaggy goods, he also brought some Kubik, who had nowhere to stumble.

In spring and summer, I lived not far from Tomilin, in a summer cottage garden plot. This plot was small and empty, and there was neither a garden nor a dacha on it - two Christmas trees grew, under which stood a barn and a samovar on a stump.

And all around, behind the blank fences, real country life was in full swing: gardens bloomed, summer kitchens smoked, hammocks creaked.

Akim Ilyich often came to visit me and always brought potatoes, which by the spring were overgrown with white mustaches.

— Apples, not potatoes! he praised his gift. — Antonovka!

We boiled potatoes, made a samovar, and sat for a long time on the logs, watching how a new gray and curly tree grows between the trees - samovar smoke.

"You should get a dog," said Akim Ilyich. “It’s boring to live alone, but a dog, Yura, is a man’s friend. Do you want me to bring you Tuzik? Here is a dog! Teeth - in! Baska - in!

- What kind of name is Tuzik? Some kind of lethargic. Should have called it better.

"Tuzik is a good name," Akim Ilyich argued. - It's the same as Peter or Ivan. And then they will call the dog Dzhana or Zherya. What kind of Zherya - I do not understand.

I met Tuzik in July.

The nights were warm, and I got used to sleeping on the grass, in a sack. Not in a sleeping bag, but in an ordinary one, from under the potato. It was sewn from strong porous canvas for what is probably the best potato of the Lorch variety. For some reason it was written on the bag: "Pichugin". Of course, I washed the bag before sleeping in it, but I could not remove the inscription.

And so I once slept under the trees in a Pichugin bag.

Morning had already come, the sun had risen over the gardens and dachas, but I did not wake up, and I had an absurd dream. Like a barber soaping my cheeks for a shave. The hairdresser did his job too hard, so I opened my eyes.

I saw a terrible “hairdresser”.

Above me hung a black and shaggy dog ​​face with yellow eyes and a gaping mouth in which sugar fangs were visible. The dog stuck out its tongue and licked my face.

I screamed, jumped to my feet, but immediately fell, entangled in the bag, and the “hairdresser” jumped on me and affectionately beat me in the chest with cast-iron paws.

- This is a present for you! shouted Akim Ilyich from somewhere on the side. - Call Tuzik!

I never spat so much as I did that morning, and I never washed my face so furiously. And while I was washing, a gift - Tuzik - jumped on me and finally knocked the soap out of my hands.

He was so happy to meet, as if we had known each other before.

"Look," said Akim Ilyich, and mysteriously, like a magician, he took a raw potato out of his pocket.

He threw a potato, and Tuzik deftly caught it on the fly and ate it right in the peel. Starchy potato juice trickled down his cavalry moustache.

The tuzik was big and black. Mustache, eyebrow, beard. In these thickets, two inextinguishable yellow eyes burned and an eternally gaping wet, fanged maw gaped.

To terrify people - that was his main occupation.

Having eaten potatoes, Tuzik lay down at the gate, lying in wait for random passers-by. Noticing a passer-by from afar, he hid in dandelions and jumped out at the right moment with a monstrous roar. When a member of the dacha cooperative fell into tetanus, Tuzik joyfully fell to the ground and laughed to tears, rolling on his back.

To warn passers-by, I decided to nail the inscription to the fence: "Beware of the angry dog." But I thought that it was weakly said, and so I wrote:

CAREFULLY! POTATO DOG!

These strange, mysterious words set the mood in a frightened way. Potato dog - what a horror!

In the dacha village, a rumor soon spread that the potato dog was a dangerous thing.

- Uncle! - the children shouted from afar, when I was walking with Tuzik. Why is it potato?

In response, I took a potato out of my pocket and threw Tuzika. He deftly, like a juggler, caught it on the fly and instantly gnawed it. Starchy juice trickled down his cavalry moustache.

Less than a week later, our adventure began.

One evening we were walking along the dacha highway. Just in case, I kept Tuzik on a leash.

The highway was deserted, only one figure was moving towards them. It was an old grandmother in a handkerchief painted with cucumbers, with a shopping bag in her hand.

When she caught up with us, Acey suddenly clicked his teeth and clutched at the shopping bag. I jerked the leash in fright - Tuzik bounced off, and we were about to go further, when suddenly a quiet cry was heard behind me:

- Sausage!

I looked at Tuzik. A huge loaf of sausage stuck out of his mouth. Not a stroller, but a thick loaf boiled sausage similar to an airship.

I grabbed a sausage, hit Tuzik on the head with it, and then bowed to the old woman from a distance and put the sausage loaf on the highway, spreading a handkerchief.

By nature, Tuzik was a reveler and a hoarder. He did not like to sit at home and ran all day long wherever he had to. Having run over, he always brought something home: a children's shoe, sleeves from a padded jacket, a rag woman for a teapot. He put all this at my feet, wanting to please me. Honestly, I did not want to upset him and always said:

- Well done! Hey thrifty owner!

But one day Tuzik brought home a chicken. It was a white chicken, absolutely dead.

Terrified, I rushed around the site and did not know what to do with the chicken. Every second, dying, I looked at the gate: here comes the angry owner.

Time passed, but the owner of the chicken was not there. But Akim Ilyich appeared.

Smiling heartily, he walked from the gate with a sack of potatoes over his shoulders. This is how I remember him all my life: smiling, with a bag of potatoes over his shoulders.

Akim Ilyich threw off the sack and picked up the chicken.

"Fatty," he said, and immediately slammed Tuzik's chicken in the ears.

The blow turned out to be weak, but Tuzik the deceiver whined and groaned, fell on the grass, and wept fake dog tears.

- Will you or not?

Acey raised his paws plaintively and made exactly the same mournful face that a clown in a circus has when he is deliberately slapped on the nose. But under the shaggy eyebrows shone a cheerful and impudent eye, ready to wink every second.

- Understood or not? said Akim Ilyich angrily, poking a chicken in his nose.

Acey turned away from the chicken, and then ran two steps away and buried his head in the sawdust heaped under the workbench.

- What to do with her? I asked.

Akim Ilyich hung the hen under the roof of the barn and said:

Let's wait until the owner arrives.

Acey soon realized that the storm had passed. Snorting with sawdust, he rushed to kiss Akim Ilyich, and then rushed around the site in a whirlwind and several times fell to the ground with delight and rolled on his back.

Akim Ilyich put a board on the workbench and began to plan it with a jointer. He worked easily and beautifully - the jointer glided over the board like a long ship with a crooked pipe.

The sun warmed hard, and the chicken under the roof was suffocating. Akim Ilyich looked uneasily at the sun, which was setting towards dinner, and said meaningfully:

- The chicken is rotten!

Thug Tuzik lay down under the workbench, lazily sticking out his tongue. Juicy shavings fell on him, hung on his ears and on his beard.

- The chicken is rotten!

- So what to do?

"We need to pluck the chicken," said Akim Ilyich and winked at me.

And Acey winked amiably from under the workbench.

- Start a fire, brother. Here's the kindling shavings for you.

While I was fiddling with the fire, Akim Ilyich plucked the chicken, and soon soup began to boil in the pot. I stirred it with a long spoon and tried to wake my conscience, but it was dozing in the depths of my soul.

"Let's dine like people," said Akim Ilyich, sitting down to the pot.

It was wonderful to sit by the fire in our fenced off area. Gardens bloomed all around, hammocks creaked, and we have a forest fire, free grass.

After dinner, Akim Ilyich hung a kettle over the fire and sang:

Why are you standing, swaying, Thin mountain ash ...

Tuzik lay at his feet and listened thoughtfully, rustling his ears, as if he was afraid to miss even a word. And when Akim Ilyich got to the words: “but you can’t get over the mountain ash to the oak,” a tear ran into Tuzik’s eyes.

— Hey, comrades! - was suddenly heard.

At the gate stood a man in a straw hat.

— Hey, comrades! he shouted. - Who's the boss here?

Frustrated, Tuzik caught himself and, cursing, rushed to the fence.

"What's the matter, countryman?" shouted Akim Ilyich.

“The fact that this beast,” here the citizen pointed at Tuzik with his finger, “stolen the chicken from me.

"Come in, fellow countryman," said Akim Ilyich, nodding at Tuzik, "what's the point of shouting over the fence in vain."

“There’s nothing for me to do with you,” the owner of the chicken said irritably, but he entered the gate, glancing warily at Tuzik.

"Let's sit down and talk," said Akim Ilyich. - How many chickens do you keep? Perhaps ten?

— “Ten”!.. — contemptuously grunted the owner. - Twenty-two was, and now here is twenty-one.

- Point! said Akim Ilyich admiringly. - Chicken factory! Maybe we should get chickens too? Eh?.. No,' continued Akim Ilyich, thinking, 'we'd better plant a garden. What do you think, fellow countryman, is it possible to plant a garden on such a site?

“I don’t know,” the fellow countryman answered displeasedly, not for a second being distracted from the chicken.

But the soil is clayey here. On such soils, even potatoes are small, like peas.

“I am completely exhausted with these potatoes,” said the owner of the chicken. “It’s so small that I don’t eat it myself. I cook smoke. And it's all pasta, pasta...

He doesn't have potatoes, does he? said Akim Ilyich, and looked slyly at me. “Well, we have a whole bag. Take it.

- What do I need your potatoes for! Run the chicken. Or the amount of money.

- Potatoes are good! shouted Akim Ilyich slyly. — Apples, not potatoes. Antonovka! Yes, here we have boiled, try it.

Here Akim Ilyich took a boiled potato out of the cauldron and instantly tore off her uniform, saying:

— Cake.

- Something to try? the owner of the chicken hesitated. - And then it's all pasta, pasta ...

He accepted the potato from the hands of Akim Ilyich, salted it sparingly, and took a bite.

“The potatoes are delicious,” he said judiciously. - How do you grow it?

- We do not grow it in any way, - Akim Ilyich laughed, - because we are workers in potato warehouses. Pour as much as you need.

“Let the bucket pour, and that’s enough,” I put in.

Akim Ilyich looked reproachfully at me.

A man has a misfortune: our dog ate his chicken. Let it pour as much as it wants, so that the soul does not hurt.

The next day I bought an intelligent chain in a kerosene shop and chained potato dog to the tree

His swan days are over.

Tuzik groaned in resentment, wept with fake tears and pulled the chain so hard that cones fell from the tree. Only in the evening I unlocked the chain, took Tuzik out for a walk.

The month of August has arrived. There were more summer residents. On sunny evenings, summer residents in straw hats walked politely along the highway. I also got myself a hat and walked with Tuzik, putting on my face an evening country smile.

On walks, the trickster ace pretended to be a well-mannered and amiable dog, looked importantly around, proudly raised his eyebrows, like a major general.

We met summer residents with dogs - with Irish setters or greyhounds, curved like a treble clef. Seeing us from a distance, they crossed to the other side of the highway, not wanting to approach the dangerous potato dog.

Tuzik was not interested in the highway, and I took him further into the forest, unfastened the leash.

Acey did not remember himself from happiness. He crouched to the ground and looked at me as if he could not stop looking, snorted, threw kisses like a football player who scored a goal. For some time he swiftly rushed around and, having made these circles of delight, rushed somewhere with all his might, knocking down stumps. In an instant he hid behind the bushes, and I purposely ran in the other direction and hid in the ferns.

Soon Tuzik began to worry: why was my voice not heard.

He barked invitingly and rushed through the forest, looking for me. When he ran closer, I suddenly jumped out of the ambush with a roar and knocked him to the ground.

We rolled on the grass and growled, and Tuzik clattered his teeth so terribly and bulged his eyes so that laughter attacked me.

The soul of the owner of the chicken, apparently, still hurt.

One morning a police sergeant appeared at our gate. He read a poster about a potato dog for a long time and finally decided to enter.

Tuzik was sitting on a chain and, of course, spotted a policeman from a distance. He aimed his eye at him, wanted to bark menacingly, but for some reason changed his mind. Strange thing: he did not growl and did not gnaw at the chain in order to break free from it and tear the newcomer to pieces.

- You let the dogs go! meanwhile the policeman said, sternly getting down to business.

I was a little petrified and could not find an answer. The sergeant looked at me, walked around the site and noticed a bag with the inscription: "Pichugin".

— Are you Pichugin?

“No, no,” I hesitated.

The sergeant took out a notebook, scribbled something in it with a pencil, and began examining Acey. Under the police gaze, Tuzik somehow pulled himself up and stood up, as if at attention. His coat, which usually stuck out ugly in all directions, somehow smoothed out, and his plumage could now be called a “decent hairstyle”.

“This dog has been reported,” said the sergeant, “that it crushes chickens. And you eat those chickens.

“Just one chicken,” I said. - Paid for.

The sergeant grunted and again began to examine Tuzik, as if photographing him with his eyes.

Peacefully wagging his tail, Tuzik turned to the sergeant with his right side, allowed himself to be photographed, and then turned to his left.

“He is a very peaceful dog,” I remarked.

Why is it potato? What is this breed?

Then I took a potato out of my pocket and threw it to Tuzik. Tuzik deftly intercepted it in flight and ate it culturally, bowing delicately to the policeman.

"Strange animal," the sergeant said suspiciously. - He eats raw potatoes. Can you pet him?

Only then I realized what a great actor Tuzik is. While the sergeant ran his hand over his unkempt scruff of the neck, the potato dog shyly closed his eyes, as lap dogs do, and wagged his tail. I even thought that he would lick the sergeant's hand, but Tuzik resisted.

“Strange,” the sergeant said. - They said that this is a very angry potato dog that torments everyone, and then I suddenly pet it.

— Tuzik feels good man, I couldn't resist.

The sergeant clapped his palm against his palm, shook off the dog spirit from them and held out his hand to me:

— Rastrepin. Let's get acquainted.

We shook hands, and Sergeant Rastrepin went to the gate. As he passed Tuzik, he bent down and paternally patted the dog.

“Well done, well done,” said the sergeant.

And here, when the policeman turned his back, the damned potato deceiver dog suddenly stood on hind legs and barked monstrously into the sergeant's ear. Half-pale Rastrepin jumped aside, and Tuzik fell to the ground and laughed to tears, rolling on his back.

“One more chicken,” the sergeant called from afar, “and that’s it!” Protocol!

But there were no more chickens, no more statements. Summer is over. I had to return to Moscow, and Tuzika to the potato warehouse.

On the last day of August, we went to the forest to say goodbye. I collected chernushki, which poured out a lot that year. Tuzik followed sullenly.

In order to cheer up the dog a little, I rushed at him with his lop-eared blacks, but something smeared, and fun did not work. Then I hid in an ambush, but Tuzik quickly found me, came up and lay down next to me. He didn't want to play.

I still growled at him, grabbed his ears. In a second we were rolling on the grass. Tuzik opened his mouth terribly, and I put a basket of mushrooms on his head. Tuzik threw off the basket and began to torment it so that the blackies squeaked.

Akim Ilyich arrived in the evening. We boiled young potatoes, put on a samovar. Hurried voices were heard in neighboring dachas, they were also preparing for departure: they were tying knots, picking apples.

— Good year- said Akim Ilyich. - Harvest. A lot of apples, mushrooms, potatoes.

We went along the dacha highway to the station and waited a long time for the train. The platform was full of people, everywhere were bundles and suitcases, baskets of apples and mushrooms, almost everyone had an autumn bouquet in their hand.

A freight train of sixty wagons passed. At the station, an electric locomotive roared, and Tuzik became furious. He fiercely threw himself at the passing cars, wanting to catch fear on them. The wagons rushed on indifferently.

- Well, why are you upset? Akim Ilyich told me. There will be many more dogs in your life.

An electric train came up, packed with summer residents and things.

- And so the apple has nowhere to fall, - they shouted at us in the vestibule, - and these with a dog!

Don't worry, fellow countryman! shouted Akim Ilyich in reply. - It would be an apple, but where to fall, we will arrange.

A song was heard from the car, they sang in chorus, played the guitar. Incited by the song from the carriage, Akim Ilyich also sang:

What are you standing, swinging,

We stood in the vestibule, and Tuzik, rising on his hind legs, looked out the window. Birches, mountain ash, orchards full of apples and golden balls flew by.

It was a good year, fruitful.

That year the orchards smelled of mushrooms and the forests of apples.

I have a dog, his name is Mukhtar, but I mostly call him fly. He responds to this nickname, which means he understands that they are addressing him. The fly at the nose appeared as a puppy. He was so small, I even saw his eyes open. They are born completely blind. I saw his first steps, it was so funny to watch him roll from side to side, like a clumsy bear.

When he grew up a little, I began to teach him all sorts of commands. I taught him to walk beside me, when I gave him a command, he followed it, it was so great and he also liked it. He even learned to fetch a stick, and most of all he liked to play with a ball. The fly brought it to me and asked me to play with it. He and I constantly go for walks, we run after each other. He likes it so much. When I'm hiding from him, but he can't find me, the fly starts to bark, you can probably say, and so come out, I give up. I love him so much, my Mukhtar.

About the dog.

Everyone knows that a dog is a man's best friend. She is devoted to a person and can even sacrifice her life for him! Already, probably, no one remembers the moment when the dog became a pet. Seems like it's always been that way.

A dog is not just a friend - it is an assistant in various matters. For example, recently I saw photos on the Internet where a dog holds an unfolded newspaper of the owner, who at that time eats and reads at the same time. But she is sitting, and her muzzle serves as a kind of shelf for washed clothes, which the owner puts in the closet. She may be great companion for a lonely person!

The dog often serves as a guide for the blind. She helps the police find criminals on the trail left. And at customs - this is an excellent detective of smuggling! A specially trained dog will detect drugs and even weapons. The dog faithfully serves with the border guards, protecting his state. It guards various premises and objects of special purpose. The dog can also help in the war. She will carry the wounded and can even deliver the cargo.

There are also sled dogs. They are most common on the server. For example, such a breed as the Samoyed dog. This amazing animal is white color and fine wool, which is used to make medical belts for the back of a person. This name of the breed surprises many. But you need to know that she does not eat herself. It was just the name of a tribe of people who were engaged in breeding them. Even though they didn't eat themselves. In general, it is believed that in this breed of dogs there is no aggression gene, so they can’t even wear a strict collar so that the dog does not withdraw into itself. This is a true friend and helper for any family or single person. And yet, she barks so loudly that she can wake up the whole neighborhood! Therefore, the best watchman also needs to be looked for.

My pet is a dog

Many of my friends have cats, fish, hamsters, rats at home. And my favorite pet is a dog, which I want to talk about in my essay.

My dog ​​White lives at my house, now he is two years old. And he appeared with us very simply: my mom and dad came to the bird market in order to buy a little kitten. At one point, we passed by a grandfather who had a tiny white lump in a box. It was very cold, and the puppy was cowering and shivering all over. We couldn't get past. It turned out that the puppy is given away for free in good hands. They did not ask for money for him, because he is not purebred. Grandpa said that he would grow into a medium-sized dog, and that we would definitely not get bored with him. Without thinking twice, we decided to take the dog to our home.

The next day we took White to the vet and he said he was in perfect health and about two months old. True, due to the fact that he was vaccinated, it was possible to walk with him only after a month.

White, indeed, turned out to be very cheerful and playful. For the first few days, of course, he settled into the apartment and was very modest. But over time, he began to feel like a full member of the family.

I trained White a lot, and now, on command, he can sit, lie down, give a paw, jump over a barrier, bring a toy or a stick, dance and a lot more. White - very clever dog, he understands everything perfectly.

We feed White porridge with meat and vegetables. Most of all he likes buckwheat with beef and carrots.
I take long walks with White, especially in the evening. In the summer we will go with him to the village to visit my grandparents.
White is the most best dog. Our whole family is just happy that we picked him up from the bird market that day. He gives us many joyful moments. White is my best friend and I love him very much.

Option 4

A dog is not in vain said that it is a man's best friend. Her devotion knows no bounds. This is the creature for which you are all life. She is ready to give her life for you. Coming home, I see joyful eyes that are overflowing sincere love and devotion. She worries with me when I'm in a bad mood and rejoices when I'm positive.

She is very sensitive to any fluctuation in my mood.

I cannot but rejoice at the fact that dogs recognize only one owner throughout their lives. This once again shows their devotion to man.

Any pet is a full-fledged member of the family, but only a dog will be completely happy about this, because its distant ancestors have a herd lifestyle and a strict hierarchy.

Any dog ​​needs education, and I can safely be proud that I take part in it, enjoying the results of my work when he obeys my commands. At such moments, one feels an incredible connection between my four-legged friend and me.

Dogs come in different breeds, some are for protection, some are for herding livestock, some are just nice to please the eyes with their presence. And each of them is not just a cute creature.

Each dog has its own character, which is very important for choosing a particular breed. For me, an important criterion is devotion, love and protection. But not only we can give love to the dog, but she too.

Dogs are one of the smartest creatures on our planet. She can think, assess the situation, show feelings, and even sometimes when she breaks her mother's favorite vase, bashfully lower her eyes to the floor. At times like these, I want to protect her.

A dog is one of the few animals that will live with you all your life hour after hour, because it is dogs who are very emotionally connected with their owner and dependent on him.

Immediately, the words of the Little Prince are involuntarily recalled: "... we are responsible for those whom we tamed ...". The dog will always find its way home, will always faithfully sit at the door, waiting to be let in, fed, walked or played.

A text about a dog is usually given in grades 1,2,3,4,5,7

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