When I was 5, my dad had a Doberman and we had a huge balcony at home. I loved playing in the warm days. And playing, I was lazy to go to the toilet, well, I left my lawns on the balcony, and the Doberman always looked at me from the other end of the balcony. The first time he did it with surprise, and then he began to scream. In the end, in fear of his rattling, I stopped doing it. Many years have passed and I told my mother, she finds him in these lochs with the nose of a tick thinking that it is his, and he then mocked me)