Having a large dog in an apartment was not a simple matter. We were a busy family; at times there was no one to even take Elf for a walk. Often we'd just let him run out of the door and take care of the business by himself. One day, my sister, , who was constantly trying to make her thin hair look better, came home with a new dye job. It turned out looking like orange and lifeless brass. That evening, Elf went out by himself. In a few minutes, he came back and excitedly deposited a dead kitten at my sister's feet. The kitten's pelt was the same hue as Lera's hair!
Another time, it was the morning. I slept in the living room then. Dad was suppose to take Elf out for a walk, but he kept delaying, talking to mom about something. Elf was becoming more and more desperate. He ran back and forward with a leash in his mouth, jumped on my father's back - nothing helped. What happened next, occured right in front of me. Elf trotted to dad's suit jacket, hanging on the chair, and gracefully lifted his leg. He aimed well: dad never wore that jacket again.
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