I'll tell you a friend's story in the first person.
I go, I mean, on the street to stop, here I look next to the 80-year-old grandmother and her grandfather with her, under the pen, everything is done, love and all that, and next to the little dog runs. Grandma begins to call the dog: Grass, grass, go to me. I was immediately alert when I heard the name of the dog girl :) Well, the dog runs to the grandmother and let her bite her trousers, pull, carot play. And then the grandmother says: Grass, let me go... I thought I would fall in place, the whole stop was crying :))