Grandpa was financial controller. Grandmother, housewife.
At a time they had a rich household in one of the nets city. At some place that we will call "Sweet Home".
Grew around the house pigs, and cows. Milk, and abundance of life was so abundant that, saturating and hungry mouths of those Publish Pagewho came to the gate, and demanded, the surplus was given to pigs.
But the most beautiful memory of my grandfather, at the time, was tied to a dog. A puppy. White with black spots. Long, and strong legs, and short tail. It has found refugee one of the the days in their yard.
My grandfather saw her, cried: Lola! And dog and raised his head, and stared into the eyes of his master. And Lola the name remained.
Understand everything that a man. It was enough that one of the owners to make their appearance in court, that come in a Lola soul raises its head, and looked into the eyes, wishes to guess.
God forbid give a stranger come into their yard! Lola would be torn away. Black was bad mouth those who came with evil intent. Pigs, even, and cattle, they knew fear. And not once had to do with her teeth, the scuffle, and gave something to ruin the yard.
One day, my grandfather went to the bank, with his briefcase brown leather, with two key locks, crammed with money, teach them to the cashier. Opening the gate, Lola was tangled around his feet, and went well. Grandpa was glad that he is not alone. Lola! Come, Lola, with me! And the dog looked in his eyes, glad barking and the declaration, following him, with the stem like a flag high.
Reached the bank, Grandpa sat in a row, the cashier. The House was called an act of the Chief Financial Officer. And grandfather went to a soul in Finance, to obtain that document, and then return to teach money.
After an hour or so, my grandfather was returning to the bank, when suddenly, he gave the palm over his forehead. Briefcase with money! I let her down, the house, before going on Finance.Grandpa went to rush to the bank.
An official of the bank,saw him from far, and began to cry out desperately:
Mr. Inspector! Mr. Inspector!
What is it? What happened?
Come, Please, quickly, the cashier, because if your dog is mad! No one can approach the cashier! And there are so many customers at all! I tried to remove it, but I did it!
Grandpa was rushed, and indeed, counter near the house, was Lola. And it 10 -12 meters away, a lot of people expect, helpless, as Lola allow them to approach the counter. Near Lola grandfather briefcase with money. Unscathed. Who could have expected to achieve, with the most ruthless Cerberus with her?
So was Lola. Faith in action.
Followed the bombing. A bomb blast hit the grandparents house. Part of the roof was torn. A corner of the wall fell. Grandparents fled in haste, taking with them only to exchange clothes and some money. The sockets on your television departure of Lola looked.
After a while, came back on to take some of the furniture left in the house price.
Entering the yard, they saw it, lying on the basement, Lola. Live.
Lola! He called Grandpa. The dog raised his head, and stared into the eyes of the master wishes to guess. But the body has not had power to raise him and.
Lola left the court, although he could always go through groove fence, crushed by the explosion blast .. Left to wait for masters, and to defend the court, and the house. Without food. Without water.
In vain grandmother gave water and food. Lola had no power to eat. In vain they called a vet.
Lola died lying above the basement, watching their owners until the eye from the sky has not blinked.
And I gave him water, Mr. Inspector! They said neighbors. And I gave him food. But Lola does not eat than the masters hand.
At 91 years, died and grandfather. Far from his "Sweet Home". In a far distant city. Before even grandparents can be the first person who met to be a dog. Grandfather to be called: Lola! And Lola to be stared at him in the eye, to guess the slightest desire.
