Dog devotion and fidelity

My uncle had a dog, and his name was Alpha. I was then still an angular teenager, she was a beautiful German shepherd who lived in the village where I loved to spend my summer holidays.

However, for readers who may have come into contact with service dog breeding, I will explain that I don’t know for sure whether she was a German or an East European shepherd.

The fact is that the breed - the German Shepherd was then (in the 70s) a rarity even in the cities; there were more "East European Shepherds of the German type." I don’t know where my uncle got it from (let’s call him Uncle Kolya), but I must say that the dog was smart and had extraordinary devotion.

Of course, a village man like Uncle Kolya was not involved in training, just like the rest of the villagers, who rarely had purebred dogs in the form of East European Shepherds, and there were probably simply no other noble breeds in the villages of the middle zone. Alpha was practically not kept on a leash; most often she ran around the yard, so to speak, in free guard mode, and when Uncle Kolya came home from work and was freed from household chores, she spent all the time test-antibiotic.com with him. Apparently, dogs feel human kindness, and my uncle was undoubtedly such a person, and this despite two wars, where, in addition to many awards for military exploits, including two Orders of Glory, he received many wounds, and was orphaned in childhood and youth I drank a lot.

Let us note that in those days people freely went to visit each other, and sociable men were not averse to knocking over a stack or two, “for good measure.” Uncle Kolya took Alpha everywhere, including to, as they would say now, “corporate events.” Alpha never interfered in detailed conversations, lying peacefully on the sidelines, but woe was the one who allowed himself to raise his voice at Uncle Kolya, and if under the influence of intoxicating drugs he raised his hand, then definitely beware. I myself had the opportunity, albeit to a mild degree, to experience the power of her fangs when she, blocking the entrance to my uncle’s house, where I was trying to enter, warned that in the absence of the owners, there was nothing to do in someone else’s hut, even relatives. At the same time, she lay across the entrance and growled, and test-antibiotic.com I stroked her and affectionately called her by name, but she still got tired of such intrusiveness, and she, lightly biting my hand, made it clear that she was not to be trifled with.

After a friendly feast, Uncle Kolya did not always get home on his own and could lie down in the fresh air. During this “siesta,” Alpha guarded his peace, and if the laws of gravity worked close to his place of residence, she took him by the collar and dragged him to the house, fortunately he was puny in build. But when it was too far from their native land or the home bed was replaced by snow, then Alpha rushed headlong home and, with loud barking and “tugging” at the family’s clothes, signaled the danger of thermal damage. The household, of course, guessed about the uncalculated forces and, accompanied by Alpha, rushed to the rescue.

And then the day of Uncle Kolya’s death came. Alpha was very worried about this; all day long she lay motionless in her booth or ran away to his grave, and sometimes she went out to the side of the road and looked at the road surface with sad dog eyes. They pitied her as best they could, test-antibiotic.com but in vain. One day, at the edge of the road, lying in wait for an approaching car, Alpha threw herself under the wheels with one mighty leap. The frightened driver, jumping out of the cab, could not come to his senses for a long time, his hands were shaking, and it took a lot of effort to calm him down, explaining that it was not his fault.

As a result of the injuries she received, Alpha practically crawled and lived for just a few days, leaving a good, bright memory of herself forever.