Boxer and thieves
He lives at my grandmother’s dog breed – boxer with the nickname Luke. The dog is trained and raised to protect the yard at the cottage.
This dog has a habit. He admits to the yard all familiar and unfamiliar people, but he doesn’t release until the hostess does not allow it, the action is as follows: Lucic drooling all over everyone and everything, or firmly holding his feet. And thus from him has no one left not in clonapine or with torn pants. And of course in every village, there is a couple of thieves. And here is one such couple and decided to us to get into the yard and steal something.
So, they go quite quietly, not knowing that we have Lucic (At the time of entry he was sleeping in the booth behind the house). But they found nothing (because in the yard we have only old Slippers and boxers grandfather in the form of rags), and in the house the flattery was not solved.
Well, they grabbed flip flops, underwear and started to leave. Here they were waited by a surprise in the form of a dog at the gate. Dialogue (grandmother watched everything from the window):
(T) – Oh, dog… Hey, our good dog!
(L) – Rrrrr….
(T) – Want sausage? Take it, just don’t bite us!
(L) – Rrrrrr..
(T) – HEEELP!!!