My Dogs - I'm Home Again

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When I came home from Switzerland I went to see my Doberman Don. He was very skinny but he survived a bad winter.
I took him for a walk to see my father who worked at one little diner. When my father saw him he told me that they could use him as a guard dog.
He gave him some dog food, made some shelter for him and send me home.
Next day while I was having my breakfast phone rang. It was my father.
He start telling me that he is scared because Don is growling at him and that I should come right away.
So I took the bus and arrived there in fifteen minutes. By then everything was fine, my Dad was feeding and petting him and he said that Don is a dog with capital D.
He called him "Mister Dog".

From that day Don and my father were best friends. I was very happy my dog had a good place to stay.
I went there every day, fed him, cleaned his kennel, and took him for a long walks.
During the Summer I started to work there and it was great.
When the weather was nice I used to take Don to a near by river called Torysa where he liked to swim.

A year went by very fast. In October I was reading a newspapers and when I came a cross some ads. And there it was. " Doberman puppies for sale - black and brown available. Call .........."
So I called....