Čerynky - at Oak
Going for a walk with Čerynkama is almost always fun. Sometimes more for me, sometimes for them. Enter in and around Eagle blind her shoulders. We meet fellow dog there, which the Čerynky can enjoy themselves and the owners and the ladies with whom I can turn a little splknout. Not far away, where it is not so much traffic procházkářů, is full of interesting smells "wilderness" here and there some one hare, deer and many different bird voices. Even sometimes we see a kingfisher, especially in winter, anxiously waiting on a branch above the water for small fish. Also, herons, and cormorants at this year's harsh winter. Čerynky fortunately not one dog wartime atrocity mongers. Although Za hare start moving, but the call to turn back and come running. Deer for sure a bit overlooked. What if he ran after her and she run away? What began with it? And it still did not invent it, so she just popoběhnou, scent, and when they shall explain that this is a good srnečka ugh, back to the scramble for their sticks.
Krmelec love. Every time they go to see if there was anything unusual in the tooth. Something that the home owner keeps them. Cera started to nibble corn flavor. The hay is still passion. But I swear, I will feed them. Even half a year, three times a day. True, delicacies such as corn, acorns, chestnuts, corn, it'll just get. Ever have strange tastes. I had meat. As a small to interest the horses that we often walk to the nearby riding school passed. I just knew what a horse of her interest lies. Such freshly fallen, still smoking donut, that's something wow. Now is a great, sensible and obedient. Just always looks sad and at least smells and still turns a few times a donuts. As a young, it was something else. Dash raced after trousivším horse, and she knew my opinion, the narwhal's mouth full for sure, surprise strangled. And that Fila has a proper mouth.
Čerynky are modest. I was delighted that share similar tastes. Only last week I noticed that constantly collect something from the ground. When I went to look, I've never found anything. Up to yesterday. Indeed there was a greater concentration. They are rabbit droppings. Perhaps it is collected for a long time. Not at all because not stop. In the course skillfully to get a head, grab and run away as if nothing. As I had noticed this? So far, so do not care. I do not know how in such a situation to achieve the necessary consistency in education. I was not allowed one run for the whole journey eyes. But there are two. What if one front and one back? So rather Sure I take beautiful nature and their occasional disregard zobnutí the country. Finally, I like a robe I wore a pocket full of rabbit droppings tepláčků and claimed my grandmother to her dismay, that they're nuts.
But there are situations that can not miss the. Enter in around a beautiful oak rozložitého century. Sharpened Čerynky other day, sniffed and ran the oak. Look what they have, and there he was master, in a somewhat delicate situation. Now what? Puppies are rushing to him, their tails with excitement just stuck. Willy-nilly, I had to master very tactlessly disturb his meditation in nature. I shouted at the puppies in an attempt to distract from the horrible intent. She hesitated a bit, but then decided that such Švanda can not miss. The Lord is very scared. He bounced on his haunches here and there. He tried to cover her bare different background and appears to have surfaced in his mind the doomsday scenario, what made him rozdivočelí dogs. Originally I wanted to quietly withdraw puppies and leave dark side to man could accomplish what was started. But puppies just could not appeal. I had no choice than to step towards him and screams, curses and threats to try to drive away the dogs. I still see the sight of his desperate face. When I arrived a few meters from him, Čerynky finally concluded that the gentleman schouleným into a ball around here will not be fun, too, and the owner is already dangerously close, and it seems to be angry. A couple of times circled around him, while still staring intently, then turned and chose a target nearby Kupka manure. I, with some quite unnecessary apology is hurriedly followed. I hope the Lord did not cause permanent Čerynky mental trauma. Perhaps it takes the sport, we can attack in a pub for the better and will not start hating curious mongrel.
March 23, 2006
