"You'll walk home! I won't let you in the car!" I scream in horror.
But no one seems to be listening to me. Seeing a huge puddle, my dogs are excited to explore it. It looks like this duck game is amusing them. As soon as I manage to get them out of one puddle, they immediately find the next one. My sorry screams are the voice of a crying in the desert and do not have even a minimal effect.
I've been saying goodbye to illusions for a long time. Clean clothes, without traces of wool, a clean car, a house where order reigns - this is an unattainable dream. Everything has its price. I look at my dogs and think what my life would be like if I had only one dog. Or even two or three. But not seventeen. I wonder if I'm ready to give up any of them and give them up for adoption to make my life easier. And I understand that I can't. Each of them is a piece of my soul. To give up everyone is to give up the piece of the soul. It's impossible. Sometimes they turn my life into a nightmare, turning my house upside down. They are like a group of naughty children, but the difference is that they will never become adults and it will continue indefinitely. But I still love them
