Real-life marriage stories caused by a dog

It is an ordinary story, but the funny event is at the end of the story

  A story told by someone who was an immigrant to Europe. He said that before I came to Germany, I had performed military service and was conscripted in the Thunderbolt Corps (Commando). What does that mean?

I had trained violently, making me a person who could bear all kinds of troubles and difficulties. In the first week after my arrival in Germany, I saw on one of the main streets in the city of Cologne

An incident that is still stuck in my memory. I saw a bulldog, which is a fierce type, especially to defend its owner

I saw this dog suddenly escape from the hands of its owner and pounce on a small child, about three years old, and kill him. The attempts of the child’s father or passers-by to rid the child of its fangs were unsuccessful

This ferocious dog (Magnus) only after the child died, then his father went crazy and pounced on the dog’s owner and stabbed him several times with a knife until he died as well all of this happened in front of me and in front of passers-by in moments, as if it was a bad dream

 Moments later, the policemen and the ambulance arrived, and I did not know what happened after that. It was necessary to narrate these events in order for them to be an introduction to explain the reason for my fear of dogs after that

Days passed and my name was registered in the university records in Germany. I learned that the university has an annual tradition with foreign students, which is that a German family hosts one of the students to spend Christmas celebrations. The Germans take advantage of this opportunity to meet the prisoners, eat hearty meals, exchange gifts, and forget family disputes, if any

I received an invitation and went to this family. It was a woman who was about 75 years old, her husband was close to 85 years old, and the husband’s brother was about 80 years old. The family gave me a cup of coffee and a piece of cake

    After a while, I was surprised to see a very large dog entering the door of the room. As soon as I saw him, my memory of the incident came back to mind, the dog Magnus devouring the child

 This dog approached me at a slow pace, as if he was testing his victim to know where he could prey on her, and of course he would jump on me suddenly and quickly as well, so as not to leave me a chance to think. All of these thoughts ran through my imagination

As if it were a quick movie reel, he looked at me and made a sad, annoying sound from his mouth (growling) or something like that. I only saw the image of the ferocious dog before my eyes. I was overcome with tremors and fear that I cannot describe

     Sweat began to pour down my head, and the image of the child with his entrails torn between his fangs was still stuck in my imagination 

What happened to me without my realizing it was that I said in Arabic, as I remember, something like “keep away,  walk. walk further

It was as if he understood my Arabic language or that my voice was also annoying or that was due to the effect of my facial expressions at that moment. Suddenly, the dog moved away from me and went to the corner of the room opposite me and placed his head between his hands on the floor.

 When the owner of the house saw this scene, she came to me and addressed me with some words of reproach. For my behavior

It was a surprise to hear from her the following: What did you do to the dog? The dog took his mind off of you and I must go to him and apologize to him

                                                                                                                                                                                                         What happened to you, and you must also put him in a good mood? I could not believe my ears when I heard from the lady of the house, so I said to her: You want me to apologize to the dog and put you in a good mood too?!!!

She said to me: This is the least that should be done for the dog, otherwise he will suffer from a psychological complex that will be difficult to treat. I became confused and did not know how to deal with this matter

     Suddenly, what saved this matter was when we heard the outside doorbell, so the lady of the house went to open the door, and the visitor found a young lady with a great touch of beauty

The lady of the house introduced her to me: This is my granddaughter (Rovita). She was about twenty-two years old. In her presence, and after talking to her, I found that she was not only beautiful, but very educated. I started talking to her in English, and while the owner of the house was bringing us hot coffee, I explained to her the situation with the dog, what I had seen, and what... Her grandmother asked me to apologize to the dog

So she started laughing and said to me: I will tell her and explain everything to her, and it doesn’t matter to you

 When the lady who owned the house came, her granddaughter spoke to her for a long conversation. It was in the dialect of the people of Cologne, the dialect that only the people of Cologne understand, and it is a language different from the one I learned at the university

And then the landlady of the house turned towards me and hugged me to her chest and said to me: While you are here, I will leave the dog in another place

 The important thing in this story is that I became a friend of this family, and the strangest thing is that this Rovita later became my wife and the mother of my children   !!!!

The second story

   I asked my friend, how did you meet your wife?

  Answered by a dog?!! His surprised friend responded with a dog!!! He said to him: One spring afternoon, 15 years ago, I was walking with my Shepherd dog, when I approached a beautiful girl and she started petting the dog and expressed her admiration for it, so much so that she offered to buy it for me.

  Whatever the price, I apologized to her that I was very attached to it and could not do without it  in the end, we exchanged our phone numbers, and she was always calling me to check on my dog, and in the end, to my astonishment, she proposed that we share the dog by marrying her

     This is what actually happened and we had two children before the dog died!!!

After the death of the dog and the pain of separation and grief of loss we experienced

    I told her: You are absolutely free to separate from me after the basic and main bond between us has disappeared, But she surprised me by saying: No, it is impossible for me to separate from you, because you smell like the deceased (the dog)  ?!