But then something happened that I blamed myself for for a very long time. My little one almost died, she must have been in terrible pain.

It was a hot summer day and I just wanted to pee with her one last time at night. It looks like that at night with us that she only goes just outside the door, after all, she has enough exercise during the day.

But that night it was so wonderfully warm that I decided to go to the beach with her for a while. It is not far from us, only about 100 meters. But it was also so wonderful on the beach that I spontaneously decided to walk a little more with her. Everyone probably knows that when you suddenly have a feeling, now you want to linger a little longer.

We were walking a few hundred meters when two well-known construction workers came up to me, who were celebrating on the beach. Actually, I only knew one of them by sight, the other was his friend. They had a good one at tea and the man I knew told his friend stories about me, something like: "This is the woman with the long legs, I told you about her.“ Then he put his arm around me. He was quite tall. "This woman," and he also showed me, "always has such beautiful clothes on and struts past us.“ Then the other also came closer and looked at me and also put his arm around me.

I didn't find it funny at all, neither what they said about me, nor the delicate situation. But they became more and more aggressive, I tried to distract with a calm voice. It took me a while to convince her that I didn't have long legs, nor was I at her younger age, and I only wear the dresses sometimes, mostly the pink sweatpants, as I did that night. Then I asked about her wives, which made her look clearer. Then they let go of me and whispered about two meters away from me.

But where was my little one. My little girl was no longer near me, she had disappeared.

Several times I called her when a third man was intoxicated from the dune further back: "If you are looking for a dog, here is one.“

I hurriedly ran to him in the dark and pulled my bitch away from the man. I didn't know what she was doing there, but she had something in her mouth. "We made spare ribs here.“, he said, annoyed. With relish, he looked at me lying on his blanket between beer cans and bottles and patted me with his hand that I should take a seat after all.

I hastily took my little one in my arms and walked with a big bow around the two guys standing by the water back towards my apartment. I could still hear shouts that made my steps even faster. But they picked me up. They confiscated me again. I had to let my bitch down. But this time I prevailed: "If you don't stop it, I'll scream and then you'll have a problem.“ Then I shouted the name of my dog, as she was running towards the third man again. I no longer shouted, but I screamed. Because somehow they had to feel that I didn't want to be nice anymore. They shrugged and one of them held his ears. I didn't care, or even that was a good thing. Again I screamed for my little one, who then fortunately also came.

On the way home, I told myself that a little meat was not bad. Rather, I rather went through this complicated situation, knowing what else three drunk men could have done.

The next morning my little one was slightly restless. I gave her all kinds of homeopathic detoxifiers because I didn't know exactly what she had eaten there.

In the afternoon, however, she was even more restless and got diarrhea. In the evening she vomited. I tried again with my round pills, but it didn't help.

I googled for signs of poisoning, but found nothing quite right.

In the late evening, she then vomited a small piece of bone. 'What is this,' I thought. Then she vomited another piece of bone and another one. And it fell from my eyes like scales, she must have eaten bones there with the third man. They probably threw them in the sand and my little one thought it was great.

Then everything went very quickly. Fortunately, the veterinarian, who was on standby, immediately agreed to receive my little one. He X-rayed her first and then found that her intestines were full of sand and bones. I still have the X-ray, he emailed it to me later.

Just the thought of what sand and bones made up in intestines must have been terrible for my little one. So late in the evening she had nothing else in her stomach that could have mixed the sand with the bones.

I felt so infinitely sorry for her and blamed myself infinitely.

"If we can't get her intestine to work again here, she will have to undergo emergency surgery. Then you have to go to the clinic in Rostock.“, the veterinarian calmly explained.

Then a small miracle happened: while she was lying there and a liquid was dripped into her sleeve via the drip, we suddenly heard a noise from her intestines. "That's a good sign," the vet said. But I could not imagine how an intestine could excrete a mixture of sand and pointed bones without the intestine being damaged and the little one had to have cruel pain.

Well, I want to shorten the story. My little one made it without us having to go to Rostock for surgery. However, she was still bleeding from her anus for a long time. But she survived and she's fine again.