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My dear friends! My name is Snoopy. Today I want to tell you my story and I believe that it will deeply touch your hearts.
“Why do you call us “Friends” at once?” – you may ask me. Just because I feel a real friend and somehow a relaited soul in each of you. Oh, sorry, I’m already distracted from the story…
So, my trouble seemed an interesting and harmless adventure at the very beginning. Once upon a time, when the heat had fallen down and the early autumn days were still warm and sunny, when birds were singing wonderful songs, my blood boiled and I couldn’t resist that strong desire to run away, to leave my home and my masters.
First it seemed to me that free life is a careless fairy tale but than I had to pay off… It turned out that besides kind people who can feed and flatter you (oh, I really admire it when someone flatters me and especially if someone scratches me behind my ear!) there are also rude and angry people who can beat you (or even worther!). Oh, no! I don’t want to tell my friends about bad things that happened to me. To tell the truth I don’t remember those bad people…
Time went on. I spent some weeks wandering the streets… I couldn’t understand why my dear masters hadn’t found me yet. But the hope still lived in my heart. The only person who cared about me – fed me, helped me – was a kind woman whose hands smelled like “tenderness” and “kindness”. Everyone called her Irine. She became my hope and support that time.
One autumn morning I was lieing at the tram station sunbathing and watching people around me. They were all in a hurry, running somewhere, bustling, doing some silly useless things… They didn’t even notice each other in their fast run. Then I decided to cross the road with a crowd. But suddenly I felt horrorful pain and fear; I heard shouting, I heard the grind of iron, I saw tram wheels and blood… What had happened to me?! I was running nowhere and felt myself in a nightmare…
The ability to think returned to me lately at night. I was sitting in brushes and everything I could feel were fear and pain but I still couldn’t understand what had happened. I didn’t have one front paw – and it turned over, spoiled and crossed out all my previous life. I understood this when I tried to get up – but I couldn’t. I don’t want to describe the week after that. My dear Friend, you don’t need to know how lonely, hopeless and awfully defenceless I felt… The wound looked worther each day; I tried to lick my wound but it didn’t want to cure; I hated the taste of my own blood…
The decision came to me when no other way was left: to go to people, to find that house where Irine could live… I let people do what they want because i had no strength and no ability to cure myself. I entered the porch trying hardly to smell Irine , trying to understand if it was that very house, that porch… Where was her flat? I was unable to think and I was climbing the steps without any direction. But my strength left me. I was lieing under the nearest door waiting for a wonder. The salvation had finally come! I saw the door opening slowly … but … pain, legs and cry!.. I ran away but I could hardly breathe. Where was I running? And what for?.. Noone was waiting for me… I was sitting in brushes again. I felt just pain and fear. Further I understood that I was not far from my aim: I had found the right house, the right porch. I hadn’t guessed the storey. How could I lie near the flat of people who surely didn’t want to help me! They showed it to me at once.
In the morning I got up and went to that place where I usually saw my dear Irine. I just wanted to smell her hands again. I felt that something should have changed that day, that something good should have happened to me. And I was right.
I saw Irine! I stopped not far from her full of happy thoughts and a wonderful feeling that someone loved me and waited for me. Suddenly she noticed me, came to me, and started to flatter me with her eyes full of tears. People don’t see our tears but dogs also cry, and I was crying. Then Irine phoned somebody. She was telling something and her voice was full of happiness, sorrow, fear and a strong desire to help.
Then another young woman came. She was flattering me. She put a collar on my neck. I was very gratefull to them. It is a pitty I am unable to talk like people do. Even if I could talk to them I wouldn’t find necessary words to express all my feelings… I was talking to them on my own language and they certainly understood me! I’m sure!
After that I met many wonderful people who treated me, made me an operation, made a film about me (yes, I’m a TV-star!), fed me and cared about me.
Now I know, my dear Friend and my future master, that you will read my story and come to take me to my new home! I have a good present for you: true love, kindness, happiness and good mood every day! I will be the best guard, friend and parthner! I’m waiting for you every day. I already miss you and love you!
I don’t have my own phone number yet but you may call this one: 067-573-86-07. This is the number of my friend Ludmila. She is one of those who returned me to life. She will tell you everything about me and will even introduce me to you!

Your Snoopy
 
  

My dear friends! My name is Snoopy. Today I want to tell you my story and I believe that it will deeply touch your hearts.
“Why do you call us “Friends” at once?” – you may ask me. Just because I feel a real friend and somehow a relaited soul in each of you. Oh, sorry, I’m already distracted from the story…
So, my trouble seemed an interesting and harmless adventure at the very beginning. Once upon a time, when the heat had fallen down and the early autumn days were still warm and sunny, when birds were singing wonderful songs, my blood boiled and I couldn’t resist that strong desire to run away, to leave my home and my masters.
First it seemed to me that free life is a careless fairy tale but than I had to pay off… It turned out that besides kind people who can feed and flatter you (oh, I really admire it when someone flatters me and especially if someone scratches me behind my ear!) there are also rude and angry people who can beat you (or even worther!). Oh, no! I don’t want to tell my friends about bad things that happened to me. To tell the truth I don’t remember those bad people…
Time went on. I spent some weeks wandering the streets… I couldn’t understand why my dear masters hadn’t found me yet. But the hope still lived in my heart. The only person who cared about me – fed me, helped me – was a kind woman whose hands smelled like “tenderness” and “kindness”. Everyone called her Irine. She became my hope and support that time.
One autumn morning I was lieing at the tram station sunbathing and watching people around me. They were all in a hurry, running somewhere, bustling, doing some silly useless things… They didn’t even notice each other in their fast run. Then I decided to cross the road with a crowd. But suddenly I felt horrorful pain and fear; I heard shouting, I heard the grind of iron, I saw tram wheels and blood… What had happened to me?! I was running nowhere and felt myself in a nightmare…
The ability to think returned to me lately at night. I was sitting in brushes and everything I could feel were fear and pain but I still couldn’t understand what had happened. I didn’t have one front paw – and it turned over, spoiled and crossed out all my previous life. I understood this when I tried to get up – but I couldn’t. I don’t want to describe the week after that. My dear Friend, you don’t need to know how lonely, hopeless and awfully defenceless I felt… The wound looked worther each day; I tried to lick my wound but it didn’t want to cure; I hated the taste of my own blood…
The decision came to me when no other way was left: to go to people, to find that house where Irine could live… I let people do what they want because i had no strength and no ability to cure myself. I entered the porch trying hardly to smell Irine , trying to understand if it was that very house, that porch… Where was her flat? I was unable to think and I was climbing the steps without any direction. But my strength left me. I was lieing under the nearest door waiting for a wonder. The salvation had finally come! I saw the door opening slowly … but … pain, legs and cry!.. I ran away but I could hardly breathe. Where was I running? And what for?.. Noone was waiting for me… I was sitting in brushes again. I felt just pain and fear. Further I understood that I was not far from my aim: I had found the right house, the right porch. I hadn’t guessed the storey. How could I lie near the flat of people who surely didn’t want to help me! They showed it to me at once.
In the morning I got up and went to that place where I usually saw my dear Irine. I just wanted to smell her hands again. I felt that something should have changed that day, that something good should have happened to me. And I was right.
I saw Irine! I stopped not far from her full of happy thoughts and a wonderful feeling that someone loved me and waited for me. Suddenly she noticed me, came to me, and started to flatter me with her eyes full of tears. People don’t see our tears but dogs also cry, and I was crying. Then Irine phoned somebody. She was telling something and her voice was full of happiness, sorrow, fear and a strong desire to help.
Then another young woman came. She was flattering me. She put a collar on my neck. I was very gratefull to them. It is a pitty I am unable to talk like people do. Even if I could talk to them I wouldn’t find necessary words to express all my feelings… I was talking to them on my own language and they certainly understood me! I’m sure!
After that I met many wonderful people who treated me, made me an operation, made a film about me (yes, I’m a TV-star!), fed me and cared about me.
Now I know, my dear Friend and my future master, that you will read my story and come to take me to my new home! I have a good present for you: true love, kindness, happiness and good mood every day! I will be the best guard, friend and parthner! I’m waiting for you every day. I already miss you and love you!
I don’t have my own phone number yet but you may call this one: 067-573-86-07. This is the number of my friend Ludmila. She is one of those who returned me to life. She will tell you everything about me and will even introduce me to you!

Your Snoopy