Tell the children about the year of the dog. Magic fairy tale about a dog

1 - About the little bus that was afraid of the dark

Donald Bisset


A fairy tale about how a mother-bus taught her little bus not to be afraid of the dark ... About a little bus who was afraid of the dark to read Once upon a time there was a little bus in the world. He was bright red and lived with his mom and dad in a garage. Every morning …

2 - Three kittens

Suteev V.G.

A small fairy tale for the little ones about three restless kittens and their funny adventures. Little kids love short stories with pictures, therefore, Suteev's fairy tales are so popular and loved! Three kittens read Three kittens - black, gray and ...

3 - Hedgehog in the fog

Kozlov S.G.


A fairy tale about the Hedgehog, how he walked at night and got lost in the fog. He fell into the river, but someone carried him to the shore. It was a magical night! Hedgehog in the fog read Thirty mosquitoes ran out into the clearing and began to play ...

4 - About the little mouse from the book

Gianni Rodari


A small story about a mouse who lived in a book and decided to jump out of it into Big world. Only he did not know how to speak the language of mice, but knew only a strange bookish language ... To read about a mouse from a little book ...

5 - Apple

Suteev V.G.


A fairy tale about a hedgehog, a hare and a crow who could not share the last apple among themselves. Everyone wanted to own it. But the fair bear judged their dispute, and each got a piece of goodies ... Apple to read It was late ...

6 - Black Pool

Kozlov S.G.


A fairy tale about a cowardly Hare who was afraid of everyone in the forest. And he was so tired of his fear that he decided to drown himself in the Black Pool. But he taught the Hare to live and not be afraid! Black pool read Once upon a time there was a Hare ...

7 - About the Hippo who was afraid of vaccinations

Suteev V.G.

A fairy tale about a cowardly hippopotamus who ran away from the clinic because he was afraid of vaccinations. And he got jaundice. Fortunately, he was taken to the hospital and cured. And the Hippo was very ashamed of his behavior... About the Behemoth, who was afraid...

8 - Lisa is waiting for the bus

Nurdqvist S.


One day, the girl Lisa and her mother went to the city in puppet show. They were waiting for the bus, but it didn't come. At the bus stop, Lisa played with the boy Johan and did not regret at all that they were late for the theater. …

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.

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 shed. 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 moist 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, watchful 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.

It's just about the symbol of the year - red earthen dog. She came to me from overexposure. Its owner died, and his relatives closed the dog alone in the apartment for three days, and then decided to take it and leave it in the garden.

So the dog came to me in 2011. She was just over three years old, she had health problems due to malnutrition, as well as a whole range of funny cat habits, because she was brought up with a cat. There are two stories about Zhulka in Mouse Stories: “about the red-haired Zhulka” and my favorite is “Beauty”.

I think this year should be especially successful, because its symbol lives with me - a red earthen dog.

About the red Zhulka

Chapter 1

One warm autumn day, Nadya and Vadik went for a walk in the neighboring yard. A crowd of guys gathered in the very center of the site. Nadia came up too, but she couldn't see anything. Then she asked the little girl with the doll:

- What happened?

- Inna and Zhanna are there. They cry.

In the middle of the crowd of children stood a tear-stained girl and a small red dog, resembling a fox, was sitting. She was so sad that she seemed to be crying too.

“Zhanna is the dog of our janitor grandfather Stepan,” explained a tall, dark-haired boy named Fedka. Last week, grandfather Stepan died, and yesterday his relatives arrived and kicked Zhanna out into the street.

- The janitor also had a cat, but she immediately ran away somewhere. And Jeanne always sits under the door and does not go anywhere. Doesn't eat anything we bring,” another younger boy said.

“I wanted to take her home, but my mother drove her away. Pity her! Who will take it now? - choking with tears, stammered Inna.

- We will take! Nadia said. - We have a kind dad, he will not let her drive away. Let's go to us! - Nadia took a short leather leash in her hand, stroked the dog on the head and led her home.

Vadik followed. He was silent. He wanted to argue that Mom would also drive them away before Dad returned from work, but did not. He always wanted a dog very much.

Mom wasn't at home. Nadia brought a sausage to the dog, but she did not eat, curled up in a ball on the rug by the door.

Soon mom and dad brought Grisha from kindergarten. At first they did not even notice the red ball in the hallway. Grisha immediately ran up to Jeanne:

- Doggy! Af-af!

- What's that? We just missed the dog! Mom was outraged.

“Mommy, don’t be angry, it’s Zhanna. Her owner died. She can't live outside, winter is coming. She won't bother you at all!

“I already have three children and a rat!”

Dad scratched the back of his head.

“That's right, Mom. We have three children and a rat. Why can't we raise a dog?

Dad's word in the house was always the last.

Chapter 2

On the first night in Nadia's house, Zhanna decided to leave. She tore the door upholstery and all the wires that ran nearby. But over time, the dog survived its loss and began to have fun playing with new owners.

Contrary to expectations, it was not necessary to raise a foster dog. She was already well brought up.

True, Jeanne turned out to be a cunning animal, which corresponded to her fox appearance, and slightly rogue. For which it was gradually renamed Zhulka. The name Jeanne somehow did not take root - it did not go to the dog.

During the first month of life with new owners, she recovered considerably, managing to convince each of the household members to feed the dog.

When Nadia came home from school, Zhulka licked her from head to toe. “Poor Zhulka, you must be hungry,” said Nadia and hurried to the kitchen to pour a couple of bags of dog food into a bowl.

Then, having played enough with the boys in the yard, Vadik would come home. He was greeted with ringing barks and high jumps, so high that Vadka grumpily wiped his licked nose with his sleeve: “What, no one fed you since morning? Let's go, I've got cartilage for you since lunch.

In the evening, my mother came home from work and brought Grisha from the kindergarten. When she sat down to undress the baby, Zhulka stood up on hind legs, put her graceful front paws on her shoulders and looked into her eyes for a long, long time. And my mother gave up: "Well, let's go, I'll give you something."

Dad came home later. He put large bags of groceries on the floor, Zhulka first of all checked their contents, sticking her nose into each bag, and then, looking directly into dad's eyes, she made such a drawn-out roar, only a howl, only a grunt, and maybe even a whole speech in an unknown language. “The house is full of people, and there is no one to feed the dog,” dad was indignant and went to the kitchen to unload food and feed the dog at one time.

And then one day, when Zhulka's sides were already fairly rounded, the truth about enhanced nutrition surfaced, and dad hung a dog feeding schedule on the refrigerator, where each breadwinner had to be marked with a cross in special cells.

In addition to all her cunning, Zhulka had many other unusual habits.

In the mornings she licked herself, washed her muzzle like a cat with her paw, before dinner she took out balls of dry dog ​​​​food from the bowl, tossed them up, rolled them with her paw. In general, she played like a kitten plays with a ball or a cat with a mouse. He won't play, he won't eat. But she did not know how to gnaw bones.

Zhanna also loved cats very much, as if she recognized them as relatives, and she was afraid of dogs.

One day the guys were playing on a bench at the entrance. Nadya and her friends were preparing a puppet dinner, and Vadik and the boys were fixing the bike. Zhulka dozed, curled up in a ball on the grass. And then my mother called from the window:

- Children, let's go eat meatballs with pasta.

Zhulka was the first to respond to the call: she jumped up, started, in two jumps jumped to the closed entrance door (and there were still wooden doors in their old house), opened it and ran inside.

- Stupid Zhulka, where are you in such a hurry? You won't get the call! Vadik laughed.

- I didn’t understand something, but how did she open the door? - Tyoma's classmate Vad'kin was surprised.

“She poked it from the side with a claw, she always does,” said Nadya.

But dogs don't open doors like that!

How do dogs open?

“They stick their nose into the gap and squeeze through,” Tyoma explained.

“Sometimes it seems to me that our dog behaves not at all like a dog, but like a real cat,” Vadik said thoughtfully.

- So you have a real cat! She was raised by a cat! said Fedka, who was sitting next to him. - When grandfather Stepan picked up your Zhulka on the street, he already lived adult cat Martha. So Martha raised the puppy as best she could.

“Dad always says that upbringing makes a man out of a monkey!” Nadia said.

- It is taught that it can even make a cat out of a dog. That's education for you! Vadik scratched the back of his head.

Chapter 3

Dad strictly ordered that the Beetle not be allowed into the nursery, and the door to it was always kept closed.

Dad said this:

- A dog by nature is a predatory animal, and a rat is a small animal, although it can bite. Our duty is to take care of everyone, and not allow anyone to offend anyone.

But one day Nadia and Vadik found the door to their room ajar.

- Zhulka went into the room! She probably wants to eat Tata. She is like a cat. She must be able to catch mice!

The guys ran into the room: there was no rat in the box. There was no dog or rat in the room.

Rather, we must find them! - the guys rushed to look for Zhulka, ran to her rug in the hallway and saw this:

Zhulka was lying on her rug under the chair. Between her paws, curled up, lay Tata. And Zhulka ... licked her. She also willingly allowed the rat to touch her nose with her paws and even look into her mouth.

Vadik called dad.

Dad squatted down next to the animals and said softly:

“It seems that our Zhulka really wants to become a mother: she has a nest here,” and he pointed to his socks rolled into a ball, neatly laid out around Zhulka on the rug. The socks were obviously taken from a basket of dirty laundry.

The girls play with dolls and the dogs sometimes nurse socks and soft toys. But Tata, it seems, is her first living puppy.

- It turns out that Tate also likes to play mother-daughters with Zhulka?

“More likely, she just likes such care.

- Dad and mom take care of us, we take care of Zhulka, Zhulka takes care of Tata ... Probably, everyone in the world should take care of someone, right? Nadia said.

“Of course, because without this it is impossible to become happy,” dad answered.

Guard dog

In the deep autumn I had a rest on the Volga near Saratov. A huge shepherd dog lived loosely at a nearby recreation center. Every morning she ran to the house where I lived to get "breakfast" from me. She knew that I would always have food for her.
One evening I was walking past the base where this shepherd lived, and I saw that she was lying not far from the road and was carefully watching me. I called out to her as if greeting her and continued to walk towards my house. When I caught up with her, she suddenly got up, jumped on me and bit me painfully.
All evening I wondered about the reason for such an ungrateful act. And he was completely surprised when he saw the dog again the next morning at his door. Then, it seems, he understood yesterday's incident: despite a close acquaintance, the shepherd dog strictly observed its watchdog functions and vigilantly guarded the territory entrusted to it.

V o r and sh k a

I will tell you about another dog that lived with my friend. This dog was very beautiful and smart, but when left alone in the house, it became uncontrollable. Left to her own devices, she tore curtains, gnawed furniture, ruined carpets. The hostess understood that this was how her pet expressed her anger at the forced loneliness, and could not do anything with her.
For some time now, shiny small things began to disappear in the apartment: gold rings, chains, earrings. Even the little gold watch was gone somewhere. There were no strangers in the house, and the search did not lead to anything.
Meanwhile, further living with the dog became unbearable and the woman decided to give it to other hands.
After the new owner took the four-legged friend, the hostess decided to do a general cleaning in the apartment. Under the carpet that lay on the floor, she discovered all her losses.

R and h - r e v n i v y p e s

Rich is a huge dog with thick black hair. At the bottom of his paws are painted light brown and it seems that he put on beautiful socks for style. He has an unusual pedigree: his mother is a real she-wolf, found in the mountains as a small animal and raised at home, and his father is a shepherd. Despite such formidable parents, Rich in general dog kind. She always treats my arrival kindly and even wags her tail as a sign of special disposition.
Once I came to the hostess of the house for her birthday and she hugged me in joy. "Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" came a sudden sound behind me. I turned around and saw a menacing grin growling at me. Apparently, he did not like the too warm welcome given to me by the hostess, and I had to calm him down.
Rich followed me all evening, and when everyone sat down at the table, he settled down at my feet. Peace was achieved only when I treated him to something delicious.
The next time Rich saw me, he growled again. Noticing, however, that no one was showing warm feelings towards me, he quickly calmed down.
Why do you think he behaved this way? He was jealous of me for his mistress.

When I was still at school, we were given a beautiful puppy. He had a broad muzzle with large eyes, thick short paws and dark thick fur.
Our new lodger was very fond of boiled potatoes and milk. After the meal, he minced on his mat. After a while, he began to respond to the name that we gave him. The puppy grew quickly, and became so fat that it looked like a barrel.
Once he whined all morning, and then lay down in his place and fell silent. I thought he choked on a bone and opened his mouth, but he bit my finger. And he didn't make another sound. After a while he died.
They took the miserable dog to the veterinary clinic. There, the doctor opened the body and found that the entire abdomen was full of worms. And four long worms stuck out even in the throat. They strangled the poor puppy.

When we lived in the city of Starodub, in the Bryansk region, we had a small garden with fruit trees. So that the ripened fruits would not be stolen, the garden had to be guarded, and for this purpose we were given a dog. Or rather, a puppy. On the same day I built a wooden kennel for him, set it up in the yard, and tied the puppy to it for the night. In the morning he was not there. They stole it.
Of course, we were sad, and in the evening we went to visit relatives. We told them about our loss, and they offered us their dog, nicknamed Lady. The lady was small, similar in muzzle and red fur coat to a fox.
They brought her home, tied her up, and went into the rooms themselves. After a while I go out to visit - there is no Lady. A rope with a collar is lying on the ground - which means that she herself got out of the collar and ran away. However, she soon returned, and we fed her. And the next time, when she wanted to take a walk, she easily left her collar and again ran back.
The lady was a quiet dog, did not bark, but we wanted her voice to be heard far beyond the fence. At night, however, she slept peacefully, and we had to guard the garden.
Once, however, the Lady broke off her leash, rushed at an elderly woman and tore her dress. But that only brought us trouble.
Sometimes our "guard" would run away for a few days, and after that she would appear thin, hungry and wagging her tail guiltily. Somehow she ran away once again and did not return - we did not see her again.

Angry dog

It happened in Kazakhstan, where I once lived. I had to get into one house, but a huge angry dog ​​lived in his yard. No matter how much I knocked on the window that overlooked the street, no one answered. From the house, meanwhile, came voices. What to do, how to enter the house?
I thought that dogs, no matter how evil they are, also have fear, like people. He opened the gate and entered the yard. The terrible dog with a wild bark rushed at me, but the chain holding him made it impossible to approach me. However, I still could not go into the house - then I would have to close the distance between me and the dog, and she could grab me with her teeth. But I made up my mind: I began to approach the house very slowly. The dog got even angrier. Before him there was very little, and I came closer and closer. And suddenly he... backed away from me! I took another step. Now the dog could bite me if he wanted to, but he continued to move back. Until I drove him completely into a kennel.

After that I went towards the front door of the house. The dog continued to sit in the kennel and did not even make an attempt to prevent me. That's Entrance door. He knocked and, having received permission, entered the house. There were a lot of people in it, they were very noisy and therefore did not hear my knock on the window. But the owners were terribly surprised how I could walk through the yard past their angry dog.
Having finished his work, he went to the exit. The mistress delayed me to tie the dog to a short chain. When I walked across the yard, she again rushed and barked loudly, but she could no longer do anything to me. I safely reached the gate and went out into the street.