As a child, my favorite movie was "The Accidental Tourist." I absolutely adored it and watched it countless times. One of the main roles was played by a corgi. This pet touched my heart so deeply that I promised myself that when I grew up, I would definitely get a friend just like him. But over time, worldviews change, and I became opposed to breeding animals and buying them for money. I knew that if I ever got a pet, it would have to be from a shelter. But apparently, the universe decided to be generous, and the dog of my dreams came to me.
It was a rainy day, and I was standing at the bus stop waiting to go home from work. Suddenly, I felt someone staring at me from behind and whining. I turned around and saw a puppy. He was wet and dirty, his eyes incredibly sad, and his build made it clear he hadn't eaten in days. There were other people around me, but for some reason, he was looking only at me. When our eyes met, the four-legged creature wagged his tail, came toward me, and began whining even more pitifully. I looked around, asking passersby if they had lost a dog. But it was clear the puppy was a stray.
At the time, I didn't realize it was a corgi, as he was covered in mud and his fur was matted. Without thinking twice, I beckoned him onto the bus with me, and we rode home together. I washed him, fed him, and posted an ad online for a lost puppy. I honestly didn't want to give him up, but suddenly he was being looked for, and the owners were devastated by the loss of their friend. But time passed, no one answered the ad, and I decided to keep the dog of my dreams. I named him Oscar, because he truly felt like a prize. Especially since the film in which I first saw this breed won the award. It's hard not to believe in omens.
After a while, I fell in love. My now-ex-boyfriend was wonderful, handsome, kind (which is important to me), caring, and he also loved animals. He was just wary of small dogs. He considered them useless, of no use—they were only decorations. But I didn't care; he didn't hurt Oscar, and I didn't force anyone to adore my dog.
One summer, we went swimming at the river. Oscar loves water, so we took him along so he could have a blast swimming and frolicking. Misha was a professional swimmer, and water was his element. He stripped naked, leaped into the water, and started breaststroking. My pet saw all this, and instead of jumping in too, he pricked up his ears and stood rooted to the spot. He watched intently as Misha swam away. Suddenly, Oscar barked several times and dived into the water after my boyfriend. He wasn't even a year old yet, but he sensed that the man was in danger and needed to be rescued. The dog quickly caught up with Misha and turned his back to him so the "drowning man" could grab onto her and save himself. My boyfriend smiled, put his hand on the puppy's back, and together they swam to shore. When they reached dry land, my little rescuer started jumping, squealing with happiness and licking Misha.
In this way, he showed how happy he was to have saved an unreasonable human being. After this incident, my boyfriend's heart melted, and he completely changed his attitude toward small dogs. Even after we broke up, Misha would sometimes call me and ask to see Oscar. He brought the puppy lots of treats, played with him, and took him for walks. One time, he hinted that I should give Oscar to him. That was too much; breaking up with a boyfriend is one thing, but giving up your best friend is quite another.
