Everyone is asking me, who I will miss the most when I’ll be traveling around the world. Certainly, I will miss my honest friends. Those who are straightforward and willing to talk with me when I’m happy or sad. Those who share with me the biggest secrets and their own problems because they trust me, and I can trust them back. Those friends who enjoy my company and are truly good in their hearts.
I think in our life you can’t have a lot of really good friends. It’s impossible to give them enough quality time and attention, which they deserve, and that relationship deserves. It’s fair to others and to yourself to have a few quality friends. In my opinion, it’s the same with kids. It’s just not fair to these little innocent souls that they need to compete for their mothers’ love and attention with a bunch of brothers and sisters. Obviously, even a mom needs some time for herself and her partner, so the family can be strong and thriving all the way. Well, I will never understand these phenomena. Having a bunch of kids and not even one was appropriately raised, all of them without the essential values. However, there are large families that are bright exceptions: they are devoted to their kids. Those families I honestly admire.
Anyway, about missing someone. Well, there is an honest little buddy who I’ll miss the most of them all. It’s my little pooch – Mister M. He’s been my best company (besides Ian, now :)) since my high school days. Mister M. is 12 years old Maltese. He is full of energy and smart as a whip. I’m telling you, there were a lot of hilarious moments due to his smart ass. One time, I bought a chocolate and a big bone for a homeless guy and his dog, which I saw almost every day on my way to work. Once I got this gift for him, it took a little while for me to see them again.
Meanwhile, M had a significant siege of the bone. This bone was a big distraction for Mister M. He was sniffing and licking it through packaging and begging for it. Well, he understood well that he couldn’t have it because it was for a less fortunate dog. Since then he had been just looking at it from the distance until “the affair”. One night he was very loud and was moving very fast. After a few minutes, he quickly came back into the bed as nothing had happened. The investigation happened in the morning. The exhibit bone was missing from the scene. We didn’t find any hard evidence to press the charges. However, the main object was missing. I swear to God, we checked every corner and this incident was a true CSI case. I tried a bad cop and good cop tactics with cookies and nice talking. Nothing helped. When I was out of all the ideas and I admitted a defeat, the great idea came out of nowhere. I bought the same bone in the same packaging and showed it to Mister M later that day. Ha ha ha, he was looking at it with his big eyes and ran straight to his bed. He furiously flipped his bed and searched for his beloved one. Aha, there it is, you naughty boy! He was sentenced to no bone or treat for a week. What a good trick, I think even cops should use it in real life. Just show to drug dealer some stuff – “Hey, we have your stash, punk!”
Well, this story isn’t over yet. I gave some chocolate and a bone to the homeless couple and the next words left me speechless. “I take only money.” WTF, I said “I’m not talking to you, bum” and gave a bone to the poor dog. I still can’t believe what a douchebag that guy was! I feel sorry for Mother Earth, who is carrying shitloads like this and probably with a bunch of offspring, too.
I dedicate this article to our best friends