I went to the department of our tram and trolleybus dog management.

He is warm, he is warm near the battery, he sleeps, he lives, no one touches him -

Winter is out on the street.

But here, once I stand on the shift, I see a dog sitting in the salon and

He goes to ride. It always comes out at the same stop.

In the evening, at the end of my shift at this same stop, he sits down and goes to

Sleep in the heat.

The conductor followed - the dog comes out at the stop and moves to the rear

The garden of a cafe - it is fed there.

He lives so.