A: Regarding blood and dogs, I have the most feral memories of the dog of a daughter’s instructor. It was a teenager Labrador, golden, large, with a long (uncouped) tail. He was very friendly, everyone was very happy and lucked his tail from happiness on what happened, including. On the walls, the fence, the doors... as a result, he broke his tail into blood, but that didn’t stop him. The tail was regularly wrapped, but from such a powerful whiplash all the bandages flew, he again knocked his tail on something hard, again the blood went and the wind flew throughout the room.
BBB = O
aaa: he was caught, again, but it was enough for 15-20 minutes.
BBB: That’s a dude...there’s no other word.
aaa: In short, the hostess removed all the carpets, the furniture was covered with old benches - the look is awful... All in bloody spots
BBB: But...
What is it in your blood?
This dog is very happy.