One day, when I was still little, dad came home from work earlier than usual, and he looked mysterious. He came up to me, squatted down and pulled something out of his bosom. The small dark lump deftly rolled off his hands. This is how I first saw Casper, a West Siberian husky puppy.

He was very handsome. His brown fur shimmered and glittered in the light. The paws, as if wearing white sandals, were striking; the chest, in the shape of an apron, was also white. Despite the fact that Kasper was still very small, he styled his tail with a pretzel, admired its white tip, and pushed it, as many adult huskies do. The puppy's eyes were alarmed and quick, his mouth was strictly compressed, his nose was narrow with a wet black spot, his ears were triangular and not large. I really liked Casper.

Dad said that in a week we are going to visit our grandmother in the Urals. He will give Casper to his hunter friend, but for now the puppy will live with us. Dad asked me to take care of Casper, but not to spoil him, but to remember that the value of a hunting dog is not in its beauty and playfulness, but in its work. I was very happy about my new friend, so I promised my dad that I would do everything. I fed the puppy, he, apparently tired of impressions and changes, curled up into a ball and snored peacefully.

In the morning, my parents went to work, and I hurried to wake up my friend. What a fun week we had with him! They jumped, ran, played, I taught him to follow commands. Kasper didn't succeed, but he tried. I tried too: I brought him toy birds and bears, let him play with them, then hid them and wanted the puppy to find them. Apparently, Kasper didn’t really like this, he got angry and growled at my persistence. Instead of looking for toys, he grabbed my pant leg, and so we ran around the apartment for a long time. I was sure that I was developing his bestial mercilessness, which would definitely come in handy on the hunt.

By evening we were both pretty tired. When the parents arrived, as if nothing had happened, they sat together amicably, only occasionally, like two conspirators, they glanced at each other. The puppy grew and became smarter before our eyes. It seemed to me that he understood everything and also did not want my mother to find out about the broken vase, the overturned flower, the torn trouser leg and much more.

Time flew by. Now we are already in the Urals. Casper and I stayed here for another week. Together they got acquainted with new conditions, with the dogs with which he was to live and hunt. Of course, we had time to play.

It's time to part ways. Kasper buried his cute little face at my feet, as if understanding what was going on, whined pitifully, forgetting about his bestial mercilessness, even his tail stopped curling into a pretzel. I could barely hold back my tears. And although dad told me that Kasper would not be able to live in a city apartment for a long time, he gave convincing arguments with which I agreed, all the same, I was very sad, I was silent all the way and thought about my friend.

A year later we went to see my grandmother again. I was eager to see Casper, but he was nowhere to be found. Suddenly a huge dog ran up to me, grabbed me by the leg of my trousers, but did not bite, but squealed happily. I admit, I was a little scared. I look, the dog has a white apron on his chest, socks on his feet, and a tail like a pretzel. Yes, this is my Casper! From a small puppy he turned into a huge dog! I was very glad to meet my friend.

And two years later I learned that Casper is a faithful and devoted dog who knows how to work. Hunters said that he not only “helped take ducks and upland game,” but also “went bear hunting with the owner.” And very successful. Apparently, it was not in vain that I once cultivated bestial ruthlessness in him.

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