Ocean-sized lies. White Swiss Shepherd Blog
My dad, Alexei Georgievich, aka Alexey Zhorzhovich, taught me from childhood: "Lying is not good!". But the other day, not wanting it myself, I lied, and even lied. Although it all started, like a nice joke.
In general, it all started like that. Just recently, I was in Minsk and stayed, as usual, with my friend, a zoopsychologist Katerina. And so, early morning, something about 6-7 in the morning, I hear, a message arrives. The message came from Christina, a pretty important person for me, so I answer right away. She was also in Belarus at that time, we discussed the purchase of tickets with her, and, in the course of the conversation, I tell her that I’ll pay only a little later, so as not to accidentally disturb the pack of Katerina’s dogs.
To the pack? This, of course, I said. I remembered a story told by Katya the day before, in which she mentioned how she walks with her dogs one by one and how, watching Katerina’s walks, a very curious neighbor, wondering, asked her: “How many dogs do you have?” To which my friend, forever loving to humor, a friend calmly replied: "Fifteen."
When I returned to St. Petersburg, I really wanted to write a small post on social networks about how pleased I was with this trip to Minsk, expressing gratitude to both of my friends for this, and Katerina was especially thanked for the shelter with her pack of 15 dogs. What was my surprise when questions began to come, not only my friends, but also Katina, in the style: “Is Katya really has 15 dogs?” or "Ira, who did you live with with fifteen dogs?"
Photo by the author and fifteen dogs :-)
And then I realized: I know how to lie, how awesome it is! Goebbels has two quotes about the lie: “In order to believe a lie, it must be terrifying” and “A lie must be primitive - then people will certainly believe in it.” I wonder if my given lie was primitive or terrifying? However, it doesn’t matter.
Dad, I remember lying is bad. I'm just kidding.