Hello everyone! Today Helen tell her story about how she fought for the love of her boyfriend with a... dog. "I met Mike while I was at the internship. I happened to train to be a vet. And Mike had a huge and chic (as K9 say) husky dog, Lucile. So, life brought us together at a scheduled examination where I assisted the doctor. We somehow got into a conversation. And then, we exchanged our numbers and started dating. Of course, not at once. But everything was very good at first.
While we were just walking, there was no problem with the dog. She didn't bother about me. She didn't show any aggression either. I tried to bribe her with tasty things. I never raised my voice at her. I asked Mike to give her more time. But nothing helped. At first, she just messed up a little bit. She'd growl at me for hours 'til Mike got back home. I tell you what a thing it's like. 'cause husky aren't really big though. But they can bite hard. So, she would tear my shoes if I forgot to put them into the wardrobe. She tried to nibble my outerwear. And sometimes, she did it.
Mike cursed at her. I cried and tried to convince the dog. But nothing worked out. She could start growling at Mike if he hugged me in her presence. Or if he tried to kiss me. We closed in the bedroom. But she got the door out with her body. She clung to my hair. It didn’t really hurt. But she showed if we go further, she wouldn't stop.
She knocked the cake down on the floor and pissed onto it.
And once, she fell ill. I don’t know when exactly. Mike said she ate some rubbish during the walk. But he didn’t get it out. In hospital, they washed her stomach. But the dog started to fade away in front of our eyes. I rushed to them at once. And when I saw weak Lucile who was usually perky, I dragged them both to my professor.
After the examination, he prescribed a bunch of procedures. The main ones were regular injections. 2 times a day. Plus vitamins. And a special drink. And a strict diet. Mike bought everything from the list. But he couldn't cope with it. Especially injections. Anyway, I felt sorry for the dog. So, I came up to her. I said if she didn't want to die and leave her owner alone, she'd calm down. And then, I'd help her. Lucile seemed to get it.
I got back to their house. And I started treating the dog. Lucile snarled. She turned her face away, of course. But she allowed injections. So, she could bear it. And she ate vitamins. Though she tried to rebel against a diet. She even begged Mike for a sausage. But we followed her diet strictly. And her begging eyes didn't touch us.
A week later, Lucile got up. And after another two weeks, she went to nibble my shoes again. So, I heard the noise and went into the hall. And she looked at me. Then at the shoes. Then at me again. And then, she sighed like a human and stepped aside. From then on, we were in good terms.
But still, I came with them to the airport. And I tell you - at that moment, Lucile was crying! She tried to lick my hands. She even gave me her favourite toy through the lattice. It was a purple banana squeaker.
You know, It was even easier to say goodbye to Mike rather than to his dog. Not surprising. 'Cause me and her had a much more impressive story of relations. We still get in touch with Mike via Skype sometimes. And she literally flies to my voice at once! And then, she rubs around the screen. And sighs something in her doggy language. I miss her too. Very much. But, our love for the dog's not enough for us to live together again.
I also decided to get myself a pet. A small, ordinary dachshund. Someone brought him to the clinic for euthanasia. But I couldn't stand such a thing. So, now I have my own defender. Who's already showing himself. Recently, I had another boyfriend. And, instead of greeting him, Charlie pissed in his slippers. I feel the boomerang law got to him too".
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