If you've been through a lot, you end up with a tail. Joke, but nice

Hello everyone and again I am with you and .... my dog!

Many probably remember how my posts "I and my garden are with you again" began earlier.
But a lot of time has passed since then. I had to leave the voice for three years. Although I returned, but not for long, then I left again and there were reasons for that.
In order to somehow neutralize these "reasons", I did something similar to Zen, but nothing happened here either.
But the point is not that I am not yet ready to write about my feelings for the Voice, but I will just write, because I want to write, share information and just have a good mood.
So what do we have in the title of the post? TAILS?

I'll start from the distant 1992.
I was in a refresher course and one woman from the group told stories about her dachshund in great detail. How she took her as a baby rat and she slept in a box under the table in the office.
I then imagined this situation so that I fell in love with this breed in absentia.
Although all my life I leaned only towards powerful dogs and I had only shepherd dogs and huskies.
In those days, it was very difficult to buy such a breed, especially for a villager. There was no Internet, and if there were ads in magazines and newspapers, then you, as always, got to the section of caps.
When my friend bought herself a dachshund girl, I was already the first in line for a baby, but I had to wait almost two years.
The offspring appeared, but not purebred. Daddy turned out to be a neighbor's fox terrier, but I still persuaded my acquaintance to leave me the one who looks like mommy.
And now, in my hands, a month-old red lump, still completely unintelligent, but already an orphan, since my mother was run over by a car, and I urgently had to take it for myself.
Ricky - that was the name of my first dachshund, he was very smart and I realized one thing, there is no dog smarter than a dachshund.
I will not describe his life in our family from 2004 to 2017. And by pure chance, Ricky went beyond the rainbow (I will not describe this either).
There are many wonderful moments left. Ricky was very fond of children and they did whatever they wanted with him. The only thing is that Ricky didn’t sleep in my box in my office, but it was difficult to get him out of any car. It also happened that his friends simply out of ignorance took him home. And he just leaked into their car.
But, as they say, they knock out a wedge with a wedge, and for a whole year I decided to buy a new dachshund.

A year has passed, and in 2018 death was already waiting for me. Many operations, coma, resuscitation, sepsis. All this dragged on for almost two months.
After I was discharged from the hospital, I could not walk for several months, as the muscles were mapped. There was no time for the dachshund, my husband looked after me like a small child.
But the thought of buying a dog did not leave me and I constantly bothered my husband "Let's buy a dachshund, I want a dachshund."
My body healed from the surgical stitches, I gradually, albeit slowly, but could move around the house, I coped with awesome depression, when I really wanted to commit suicide from pain and desperation.
But .... then it became difficult for me to breathe. I never thought that the consequences of mechanical ventilation would overtake me, or, as the professor later told me, it would be a payback for my life.
After a 30-day stay of the ventilator in my trachea, stenosis developed, which grew in the trachea by granulation and blocked the flow of oxygen to the lungs.
From October 2018 to February 2020, I was on the edge. These months were devoted to the hospital and so that God forbid not suffocate and that my husband had time to take me to Minsk (200 km).
In my life something was missing, but I lacked a dachshund.
There was a lack of a long nose that would stick out from under the table and constantly ask for something.
There were not enough smart eyes.
There was a lack of a friend who would sit next to me and ride with me in the car.
But I understood that getting a dachshund in my situation is just sheer nonsense.
My husband already became a teetotaler, because he could not even afford beer, since it was not clear when I would feel bad and how urgently I would need to be taken to the hospital.
Besides, I was at home for two weeks, and for two weeks I was in the hospital.
I underwent 20 argon and more than 40 laser recanalizations on the trachea, and at this time I simply could not hang the care of the dog on my husband.
I kept hoping that the laser would be my salvation and the granulation would stop, I could breathe normally without fear of suffocation.
And "suffocate" is very scary. They say that before death, a person's whole life floats before his eyes. FIG. You have only one thing in your brain - how long can you live without air? A minute? Three? And only you hear the screams of your son "Mommy do not die" and the black one from fear of her husband. I will repeat again, this is scary and I have experienced such a situation more than once.
But I went through all this and in the end took a decisive step towards stopping it all and trying to breathe normally. I agreed to an operation to install a tracheal stent, as even the most famous professor of Belarus in this field did not agree to perform an abdominal operation on me due to diabetes mellitus.
And now the cherished day. The day I should have an operation. I was happy as a child, and all the nurses and girlfriends in the ward were twirling at my temple. Crazy !!! Before the operation, the people drink a sedative, and she is happy. Yes, I was happy. I was glad that I would no longer suffocate and in a year and a half I would breathe like a normal person.
When I was awakened after the operation, I did not believe that I was breathing without obstructions in the trachea. And even the fact that my throat is punctured, and there is a silicone tube in the trachea, did not bother me much.
The problems started at night. I was all on fire and began to pull on everything that was possible - a robe, a towel, even put a second pillow on my shoulders. But it didn't help. I somehow at 3 o'clock in the morning crawled to the post and warned the nurse. They gave me an antipyretic injection and slept until the morning.
In the morning the whole floor was already hot. I found out about this when the doctor on duty came into the ward with the words "What kind of attack is this, they ate all the floss on the floor."
Then no one could have thought, and no one told us that it was a crown.
Everyone was whispering about some kind of virus, because no one even thought that we would end up with it. And above us, on the floor above, there was pulmonology, and there was the first outbreak.
Kovidny hospital was announced only on April 4, 2020, and the professor pushed me out of the hospital without waiting for the sores on my throat to heal. He just said that I had already learned how to get out and set up a stand, and that I would finish treating minor WANKS (oh-oh-oh minor) at home.
It was freedom.
Freedom from suffocation.
The freedom lies in the fact that, after giving up my disability twice, I was able to return to work normally.
The freedom is that, although with difficulty, I gradually cleaned out all my 200 square meters of the house and returned the previous look to my garden.
Freedom that I can go into the forest and pick mushrooms.
The freedom is that I just breathed and did not think that I would suffocate.
The freedom is that we all got sick with the crown on the whole floor and none of us ended up in intensive care.
Hurray, freedom!
I thought so then. But after a month it became a little difficult for me to breathe and I went to the hospital. I had laser surgery and a couple of hours later they kicked me out of the hospital. The operation was done in another clinic, since ours was in quarantine. It was March.
In April, the situation repeated itself. Again the laser. I already began to lose heart, that the installation of the stent did not help me and that now I will constantly walk with a scarf, which I hate.
In May, closer to the 22nd, I expected that my breathing would become bad again, but somehow it slipped through. June passed without problems. But as for evil, on July 22 it became difficult for me to breathe and I went to our clinic, then she was removed from quarantine.
The professor watched me together with the bronchoscopist, we joked that I had already lost the habit of not inserting a tube into my nose once a week, and then, like a bolt from the blue, the professor told that there would be no laser today, it was not needed , there is no granulation, and in general, we will be operated on in December.
I was at a crossroads. And she was happy and began to be afraid. What if a tiny pellet of this white infection will remain and I will again begin to suffocate, and again all over again, hospital-home, home-hospital.
And damn, what a nafig dachshund. My dreams were delayed until December.
But, again the crown and again in the clinic quarantine, and everything would go further, I ordered a puppy, and began to wait for the offspring.
Taxi were born, they were all girls of a dwarf dachshund, and this is exactly what I wanted.
The dogs were in the village where our forestry is located and I knew that I would be the first to go to choose my friend.
But fucking .... who came up with the crown? I am again in the hospital and again in intensive care.

My son picked me up from the hospital. You may not believe, but I somehow breathed, all the same, the defeat of the total of the lungs damaged by the operations makes itself felt.
Something pushed me, not postponing again for later, immediately on the way home, to call in and pick up the tax.
While we were driving from the hospital, we thought for a long time what we would call our new pet.
Tasya - but I already had a dwarf dachshund Tasya, she simply did not fit her husband into the number of dogs and was cunning, mischievous and arrogant, and I gave her to my godson. Tasya is still alive, although she is living out the last, and it was as if someone told me that I should not call my new dog that.
Then we decided to call the dachshund Dina. My sister immediately determined that Dina was a Tatar name and began to call her Tatarka and nothing else.
We drove up to the house, where the hostess was already waiting for our arrival. She carried the baby out to us and said, "Everyone was taken apart, this is what is left."
And there remained ... a harmful, arrogant and very cunning creature. This is me so loving, but it's true.
Although, how could you not fall in love with these cute eyes ???

So, owners, arm yourself with brooms, rags, napkins. Because the first two months we will write, poop wherever we want and do not care your screams.
And you will shout, I will cry and be offended.
Dachshunds really cry. If you offend her, she lies down and her tears flow.
At first I punished her for leprosy, but my husband said, "Don't touch the animal, let it." On that and decided. We've had too many tears in three years.

My life is back on track, but now there is a dachshund in it and now I can tell everyone how things are in my office at work.
All employees at work call Dinka "Living corner" or "Shoot out of here", because she strives to steal something from everyone and hide it in her house, which is under my desk.
But in the first month it was really a child. Spin, dear, as you want, and I will only sleep on your pens or on your desktop.
Well, what can you do about it. Pillow and real dream.

Although we slept not only on the desktop, at home we also sometimes interfere with work.
Because you see us scared alone on the couch.

But such an idyll generally does not last long, you need to get closer, closer ... to the body.

The more days the dachshund was in the house, the more tangible my TAIL was.
This is really a tail, since it was constantly near my feet and I stepped on it and sat down on it more than once.
The dachshund does not sleep. She constantly looks after you and runs after you everywhere.
If I go from office to office at work, then the ponytail constantly follows me, even to the toilet.
The husband was offended and a little jealous, but so, loving. He constantly said that she did not love him and even slept on the bed on my side.
But the dachshunds will grow up and love your husbands.
Especially when the husband knocks on the paving slabs with a mallet. It's so much fun barking at every hit. Somehow I can throw off my tail and go about my business.
But we get tired quickly, it's hot and stuffy outside, and in general, we are Spaniards, we have a siesta.

Dachshunds are born with very sharp teeth and very sharp claws. Therefore, the first months I walked all bitten and scratched.
If the dachshund does not gnaw or bite, then the dachshund is sleeping. If the dachshund does not sleep, and you do not observe it near you, then you should know that this creature is already gnawing something somewhere.
We gnaw everything. Slippers, cat and dog bowls, toys and a cat.
But the most beloved friend who can be gnawed all the time is the Shepherd Asya.

She takes it out in full, and during the game, ICQ will smear the dachshund beyond recognition.
By the way, we really love heaps of sand, stones and beds. We hide the bones in the flower beds.
But what's good, stock up on wet wipes, wipe the dachshund with them and it's clean.

Dachshund is Zipper, Betman and Energizer. Everything in one bottle.
If the dachshund rushes around the house, then only the chandelier does not fall from the ceiling, because there is no chandelier on the ceiling.
But all that bad that a dachshund can do is compensated by her devotion and love for the owners.
I'm on vacation and I want to lie in bed longer. The dachshund will faithfully lie with you until the last minute, and then help you make the bed.
Once my grandmother used to say that a small dog is a puppy to death. And indeed it is.
You can carry the dachshund on your hands as much as your soul desires, and you try to pick up a shepherd dog.
My dachshund has grown, all our teeth have changed and our sharp claws have broken. We bite less.
But we, as a constant TAIL, walk where the hostess walks.
And the hostess spends more time in the garden near the flowers.
Well, sometimes you have to guard the flower bed.

It's good when there is a dachshund. All troubles disappear somewhere in an instant, as soon as small sly eyes look into your eyes, and a long tongue licks your nose.
If you do not have a tax, then ........ we are coming to you with a post!