The Proposal

Lonely breakfasts

"Mew!"

"Mhmm…"

"Mew, the phone!"

"Ther-re..."

"Where, there?!"

"…"

The devil knows what it is!

Gulf is angry because he can't find a constantly vibrating phone. Angry, because today is the first day of the new year, and he is forced to be on the edge of the country among completely strangers to him, well, almost, except for Mew. Angry because on the first of January his phone breaks the call, naturally, for work issues!

How could it be otherwise? As if Gulf has someone who would remember to wish him a Happy New Year. Simply so. At the behest of the soul. And not according to the rules of etiquette.

"Hello?.. Phi Min?.. Yes, yes, I'm listening to you!.. And Happy New Year to you!.. What?.. What's that?.. Phi Min, just a minute," Gulf throws a bathrobe over his pajamas and almost skips out of the house, leaving the door open in a hurry.

"Phi Min?"  once outdoors, Gulf starts running around the lawn, in the center of which there is a beautiful fountain, "Phi Min?.." Yes, I remember that you were not satisfied with the cover, but the circumstances are such that the printing house is closed during the New Year holidays, and our employees too ... get out!"

Gulf disgustedly pushes Chopper, who ran out after him and decided to play with his leg.

"Oh my God, Phi Min, of course that's not to you!.. No, no, it's all right... Phi..."

Damn!

The restless playful little dog rushes at Gulf again, this time grabbing the belt of his robe. Because of the jerk, Gulf loses his balance, and the phone that slipped out of his hand flies into the water. And only the deftly bouncing Chopper manages to intercept the gadget with his teeth.

"Good boy," Gulf says affectionately to Chopper, "now give me the phone, you don't need it."

But it seems Chopper really wants Gulf to play with him, so he starts running away, forcing the man to make circles all over the lawn.

"Give me back my phone, mutt! Oh you!.. Well, wait, I'll get to you!"

Gulf manages to catch up with the pomeranian and grab the edge of the phone, but the dog is only provoked by this "game". Pressed against the grass, he begins to growl, trying to prevent Gulf from winning.

"Okay," Gulf gets on all fours, "okay, if you want to play, okay, let's play."

Copying the actions of the animal — in the hope that he will lose his vigilance and open his mouth — Gulf wags his ass, imitating the dog's joy, and also shakes his cheeks. Chopper really freezes, but does not unclench his jaws. Rather, he looks at Gulf's attempts as a mediocre hack. The latter does not even suspect with what emotion Jom and Sukhorn are watching them from the porch, and with what kind of facepalm — Mew.

"Mew-Mew, isn't it great that they got along? Chopper doesn't accept everyone, so that's a good sign, right?"  Jom claps her hands.

"Of course," trying to suppress the wildly bursting laughter, Mew descends from the porch just at the moment when the Chopper, who has played out again, jumps away from his newborn friend to the side, and the phone flies straight into the fountain.

"You lousy little asshole!" Gulf screams so loudly that Mew is sure that his fiance's reputation in the eyes of his mother and sister has already been tarnished much more seriously than the unfortunate phone.