Greetings from the owner of the cat.
Getting into something is my destiny. and :)
I walk through the forest of my labs and wait for a girl. At this point, a kind of crendel with a baseball beat comes in and begins to squeeze the line to my dog’s horns. I intercept a more convenient guide, they can be blocked and repelled, if I am interested, "what you need. The man?” He puts a photo under my nose and explains that his wife was bitten by a dog in the park! He is looking for this dog. They begin to explain that I don't have dogs - I have Labradors, they don't bite, tested many times. In short, my favorite (as always on time) fits in the photo and we learn three things: 1) We are fools! This is a human bite. Someone has a horn.
The guy stabbed for a while. Then he takes the nearest labrador, who looks at all this with complete indifference and bites himself by his leg! He compares tracks and strives toward the horizon with a scream of "no fucking!" and Heppin.