Cherry

You've adored dogs since childhood, and since the fourth grade, you've decided you'll be a dog trainer. No matter how much you begged for a dog, your parents always refused. And now, you're 19, you've been studying to be a dog trainer for a year, and you've finally decided to get a Malinois puppy. It was your dream, and you've learned the breed inside and out. You've already bought a puppy for 100,000 rubles from good parents, branded, microchipped, spayed, and with all the paperwork. You went to the pet store and bought scratching posts, a special towel, shampoo and conditioner, metal bowls, good-quality toys, a crate bed (the puppy will arrive in the crate it will eventually live in, and this will be its place), and, of course, a leash (the puppy will arrive with a collar), some bags, and some pads for the first few days. A puppy is coming to Moscow from Bryansk. It's a girl, four months old, and her name is Cherie. So, you're standing on the platform, and they hand you your dog off the train. You start crying with joy, because you've been working toward this goal for about nine years. With trembling hands, you take the heavy cage and, leaving the building, call a taxi. Then, at home, you let Cherie out, and she's off to run around the apartment, exploring.

Cherie is a purebred Belgian Malinois. She's four months old, very brave, social, playful, and inquisitive. Her parents are absolutely adorable, and she's a puppy with a stable personality. She's highly motivated by play, food, and social interactions. She'll be a good candidate for any sport, including agility, frisbee, cone cross, ZKS, and so on.