Our 24/7 love with Döme came to an end in the end of November, because I found a job. Mmm, that’s fantastic, I was looking forward to it, great. But what about the dog? Will he stay home alone???? What’s going to happen to him?Will he shout? Will he destroy things? Will he be unhappy? My brain got into a deep crisis, we need a solution, namely a good one. But then onemorning I had a great idea, what a fool I was, since it’s so simple, I’ll just drop Döme every day before work to my mom’s garden, and there he’ll be, running around all day, and I’ll pick him up after work. I called it day-care. Let’s say that my ancestors weren’t crazy about having him there, but they still agreed to give it a try.
It wasn’t even 5 days, I guess, that we spent like this. During this short period of time Döme destroyed the garden as a hurricane, just like a little puppy would do. Millions of dug holes, chewing the broom, eating the flowers and scattering soil. My mother let me know as discreetly as possible that the day-care is going to be closed for an indefinite time…
Great. So what about my little doggie while I’m working like a dog, huh? He goes walking anyways, she said, and that’s it. So I got another brilliant plan: asking the help of friends. Literally eveyone got hold of my flat’s keys. There was a different person every day who went upstairs to the first floor, pulled the dog out, went for a walk with him and locked him again. And I was calling them worrying after every walk: so? how was it? did he freak out? was he whimpering? and the flat?, did the neighbours say anything? did he get some water? etc…
When the 15th friend told me that Döme has just waken up when opening the door and that one can see the traces of the pillow on his cheeks, his eyes are full of seeds, and that according to the neighbours he doesn’t have a word, then I thought that maybe I should reconsider it again.
The next solution. Fortunately, I got a cute Boss. I mean, really, there’s no one like him. I told him the story and that I’d have to go walking a little bit with my vizsla during lunchtime and that I lived just around the corner, so if the general staff didn’t mind, it would be fantastic. And it didn’t mind So the doggie has got his walk during lunchtime ever since, his daily routine became fixed, he’s waiting for me in the window at noon during the peal of bells, but when I open the door, he sits still on his place with an expression: me? Well, I’ve been sitting here all the time, I haven’t looked out of the window for a day or so
I have to mention the unpleasant details, too. Leaving Döme alone didn’t go that smoothly, as far as destroying concerns. There was not a single bark or whimper. How could there have been, since his mouth was full of shoes, flowers, furniture and everything that wasn’t his toy and that was forbidden to consume. I can’t even think about how many shoes of mine he destroyed. Anyways, that’s irrelevant. All those things are replaceable, but this little bastard is not