One morning the wife came out of the bedroom looking like a deeply offended person. She approached her husband, pulled up her sleeve, and showed a bluish-red mark on her arm.
— We have to give this wild dog to a shelter, — she said in a trembling voice.
— What happened? — the husband frowned.
— She bit me today. And it’s not the first time. She keeps attacking me. I’m already scared, I’m afraid. We need to get rid of her.
— No, that can’t be. We’ve had her for 10 years. I’ve known this dog longer than I’ve known you. She’s very calm and gentle.
— So you think I’m lying? Look, these marks on my arms. She bit me. She’s rabid.
— No, you must have provoked her somehow. Maybe stepped on her tail or something.
— No, she’s just mean, that’s all.
The husband couldn’t understand why the dog had suddenly started behaving strangely. He’d known her all his life: trusting, calm, loyal. But he also couldn’t completely ignore his wife — the marks on her skin were real. And yet something inside wouldn’t let him believe it. Too sudden, too insistent — she demanded to give the dog away. It happened too often.
He spent the whole day replaying the conversation in his head, feeling that his wife was hiding something. To understand what was really happening, he decided to install a camera in the kitchen. The dog spent most of the day there.
In the evening, after returning from work, he asked:
— Did she attack you today too?
— Yes, just like all week. Let’s take the dog to the shelter tomorrow.
— Fine… I’ll think about it.
He went to the bedroom, closed the door, sat on the edge of the bed, and opened the camera app. The recording turned on, the screen flickered. He watched the first seconds and felt cold spreading inside him. On the video, the dog really did suddenly rush toward the wife, bark loudly, grab her by the sleeve, pull, bite.
But as soon as he rewound the recording a little further — his breath caught.
The dog wasn’t attacking his wife for no reason at all…
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The wife was standing by the stove, having placed a plate for her husband in front of her. She looked around, nervously flinching every few seconds. Then she discreetly took a small vial out of her pocket and shook it several times.
The dog rushed over instantly, growled, tried to grab her by the hand, not letting her lean over the food.
The wife pushed the dog away with her foot and hissed:
— Get out!
But the dog, limping, lunged forward again and sank her teeth into the wife’s sleeve, desperately pulling her away from the plate.
In the recording it could be clearly seen: the wife was trying to sprinkle something into his food.
The husband sat motionless. His heart was pounding as if it were trying to burst out. Now everything was clear. The dog wasn’t attacking—she was stopping her.
She was protecting him.
And the wife knew that. That’s exactly why she was so insistent about getting rid of the “wild” dog.
