Muse

Muse is in a new home!

She’s a little bored, but she’ll be fine!)

Once upon a time she had a different home and her own place in the sun, but disaster struck. She was kicked out of the house and the booth was smashed with an ax…. Not needed…

Little remained from the time volunteers found her, dirty and chilled. The main thing is that the melancholy left the eyes. The Muse loved to play with children, lie on an old sagging sofa during the day, or freeze with her head on her knees. She has been living with us for over a year now. Once upon a time she was a young dog with a light, restless heart, a little nervous, who loved playing with a ball and was very suspicious of unfamiliar men.

“All happy families are alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” Yes it is.

…We were dreaming and thinking when we heard the distant rumble of a motorcycle. Who else could be carrying a difficult burden in such a place, because people don’t live nearby? Something unusual danced in the eyes of the Muse – bandits roared there, tails fluttered on fur hats. And our Muse was not a dog, but a comrade, and the war horse of Genghis Khan, who knew no pity and was tired, boldly throwing his master’s enemies under the hooves…

Before I had time to properly savor such an outlandish thought, Muse took off right off the bat and rushed recklessly, clearly trying to ram her iron enemy with her stubborn, violent head. It’s hard to say what my myopic eyes didn’t like about the appearance of the motorcycle, but my sixth sense didn’t disappoint. After all, Muse is usually quite peaceful.

I ran after him. When will this damn fence be built? I was besieged by thoughts – how best to throw myself under the wheels when the motorcyclist’s patience runs out and he goes straight towards the insolent dog…

…The negotiations dragged on, one might say I was lucky – I excitedly talked about Muse’s difficult childhood, turned out my empty pockets and made terrible oaths. And just when he had almost allowed himself to be persuaded, a very strange question suddenly sounded:

– I didn’t even know that crazy people were allowed to keep dogs!

I immediately picked up the baton and told how dogs have a good effect on sick people and even about canistherapy.

– Let’s get out of this panopticon,” the elder ordered, and the motorcycle quickly disappeared from sight…