Oh White! (Part I)
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Oh White!
This is a kind of dairy, I want to tell the experiences with my best friend and my big luck, White, a white hybrid dog.
I adopted him when he was two months old because his mother died and his owner didn't know what to do about five little pups. Fortunately I got to know about this situation and because I didn't want him to kill the puppies, I promised to support him by searching for new owners. It wasn't that easy because my conscious didn't allow giving the little dogs away like goods. I wanted to be sure they got well and caring owners which were able to handle these animals as what they were: dogs. Dogs which needed a lot of education, time and first of all love.
Sadly - oh now this is not sad! -, one of these five pups did not find a new owner or better, I didn't find an owner. But the little white hybrid grew every day and when he was a half year old he almost was too old and too big to be given away. I decided it would be the best to keep him, the little male dog, even I was sure I had not enough time. I'm a free journalist, my name is Alexandra, I really never had spend much thoughts about having a dog even I knew much about dogs, about education, about dog's anatomy and about Wolves. So - and what seemed to be sad became my luck -, I kept this little creature and called it White.
May 2011
White was an adult animal now and we had not enough space in our little flat in the plattenbau, here in the middle of the town. I decided to move to another, larger flat. This was a half year after the last elections. Why is that important for our move? The city administration which ruled the city from 1998 to 2010 didn't allow the building of small houses. Every citizien had to live in a prefabricated building in this town because there was not enough space for so many little houses. But after the elections a new city administration was starting to rule and small one family houses were allowed from now on. You think this is a good thing? Let me tell the whole story.
But for now we moved into one of the new houses. All my property was packed into boxes ready to be taken to our new house. You can't say I am rich, but it was nessesary because of him, my dog, my friend. And yah, of course it also is a kind of dream, getting an own house.
I was painting the wall. The renter wanted me to leave the flat renovated and so I did it myself. When the relocation assistances where ringing I couldn't go on keeping an eye on my white guy. I asked the two men, the relocation assistances, to carry the boxes to the lift. White used this second to explore what was in the white bucket, maybe it was eatable.
I was carrying the last of my 10 boxes out to the lift so we could take them to the truck, when I noticed White made himself completely white - his black nose was painted with white colour.
„Oh White, my dear. Please just sit down and don't do anything wrong for five minutes, would you?"
While the men were driving the truck to our new adress, I leashed White with his thick, blue-black lead to go with him to the public transport. I have to notice that I have no car. But this is another story I come back later.
Our new house was one of three houses in front of a railway, the same we used to get there. Between the rails which were on a higher level, there was a small, empty street with a pavement beside. On the other side there were standing the three houses. The area around houses, street and the railway was very green because we had a lot of nature. Forest all around, the city was two stations away, the central station had been seven stations away.
It really was like a dream. Here White had enough space to run, to play ... just to be dog or maybe sometimes more Wolf.
Our house was built by red bricks with a flat dark brown roof. The window frames were also dark brown. In front of the house there was a small garden. Wait a minute? A small garden? I was surprised, because the broker told me the garden had got 60m². While the men were carrying my boxes to the little roofage in front of the main entrance, I was exploring the parcel. The broker didn't promise too much! Behind the house there was a large, nice garden with high grass and big bushes hiding the fence to the neighbours at the left hand side. Now the dream was complete and the joy in my heart couldn't finish. I stroke my dear white friend and whispered in his ears. He had enough space now to live a free life as he deserved it.
The house was nice aswell. It wasn't very big but I didn't need a big house for us. It had a large living room with a big window to the garden behind the house and a glass door to get into this garden. The corridor had been one area with the living room, just smaller. The main entrance also was a big glass door with a window and another window diagonally. The kitchen was not very big but I prefered eating in the living room. The bathroom had a bathtub. It was wonderful, our new home. And I felt White also would love it.
Our neighbours were an old couple in pension. The neighbour two houses next to us was just an old woman, also in pension. I just had to throw a look into there gardens to notice these people were very different. The had got big cars and corny garden gnomes.
I have no car and this is because in my „old life" I had a very bad experience. When I was 25 I got a son. I have to admid I didn't want to have a family, I liked being independend and deciding just for me. But even the father left me when he got to know I was pregnant I decided not to abord the child.
Martin grew up and became a blevoed, curious and intelligence child. I early started to teach him to respect nature. I lived with him on the country side (not just in the border of a big city like now). But even we didn't live in the city, a nightmare became true as you wouldn't like to watch in TV.
When Martin was seven years old he got involved into a car accident. In fact I cant say if he didn't watch out or who was to blame. Martin died in the hospital and the driver hit and run. It was the worst case you can imagine.
After that I sweared never ever to have a child again and - this is the most important thing -, never ever to buy a car. There is no need to, I don't live in Australia's Outback. We have got the public transport; the urban rail and Buses. I don't need more to move in town. I think driving a car is very selfish, even you don't hit and run.
When I took White the first time for a walk we went in the big forest behind the road. The road lead under the railway bridge to the other side of the forest behind the rails. I enjoyed the new area and I noticed White did as well. I mostly allowed him to walk without his lead and he ran through the trees, discovering his new home. It made me happy watching him being happy.
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Scribble of the new house and its area.
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S (urban rail), B (local trains), H (Bus stop)