dogs

my friend brought fifteen dogs on the plane. yeah, he is set to make some serious money right there. no marketing research, no potential buyers, no, - none of that. russian arrogance does not need any of that fluff. he got a friend in moscow who basically gives these champion dog breed puppies for free. all he gotta do is bring the puppies down, - there will be a line of people to buy these beauties. he lives in the absorption center (cross between a cheap hotel and a fancy prison) in one-bedroom apartment with his wife and two sons – newborn and a ten year old. his only source of income is the government’s help to new immigrants.

the dogs need to eat well, they are going for a good price, no skimping out on them. he buys best chunks of beef and lamb to please his puppies. no problem pooping on that diet. the dogs have one room for themselves. we take turns cleaning and feeding. it’s not that pleasant, but it’s fun. this is an interesting family, i like their outlook on life. and my friend’s brother is cute. we got two neapolitan mastiffs, three great danes, four dobermans, two rottweilers, one caucasian shepherd dog, and three collies. they are just lovely.

week one passes. all dogs get bigger, no dogs get sold. they eat more, they shit more. we need to think. we make a dog seller poster and i start promoting our gems in the city center. i get to sell a great dane.

this was the only sale we made. we tried for few more weeks, the situation got unbearable. we had hard times giving the dogs away for free. general population did not care about the breed, they were more concerned about the diseases the strange russian dogs could carry. some dogs did not make it. caucasian ovcharka had to be separated from the rest of the puppies because he became dangerous to them as he grew. where could we place him? my friend found a room without light in a different town, and he took daily trips there to feed him. the dog got wild and mad in this strange abandoned room and had to be terminated.

but the things got better after a few months. the days of no food for the baby and no cigarettes for the wife seemed to pass. most of the dogs got placed on various arrangements. my friend went to russia again, this time he ventured to siberia. he came back with a great idea to start strawberry export business. bunch of neighbors chipped in and lent him cash visualizing the promising returns on their investments.

and one day my friend went on the mission. his wife, two children, and the seventeen year old neighbor apparently went with him. there are rumors that the teen got shot in odessa few years later. there are other rumors that actually it was the older son that got shot. and there are rumors that my friend himself got shot. we will never know for sure.