The first walk in the forest is always an event. This usually happens in our puppies after the first vaccinations have been made. But because of the war, Michel's first forest walk took place only today.
Michelle came to my house shortly before the war. Someone dropped a puppy right outside my gate. She was tiny and helpless and smelled of her mother's milk.
And today, finally, was her first walk in the forest. Of course she was not alone. Her friend Babayka (my friend's Chinese crested dog) and our Donut were with her.
The weather was wonderful. My friend and I walked slowly along the forest path, and the dogs ran around us.
We talked about what's going on. About Putin’s nuclear threats (although we have already experienced so much that his threats make little impression on us), that even after all this, someone still continues to believe the lies of the Russian authorities, about how we can survive the winter (in my house girlfriend is missing half of the windows after the explosions).
Returning home, Michel and Babaika fell asleep soundly. After all, they are still quite puppies and such a long walk tired them out. Which was not bad for us, because we could do our own thing.
Mom, look! What is this?
