It was 1990 years. Father went for a walk with a dog (Coker Spaniel, nicknamed Lorik). He walked with him without a guide, on a fairly large area along the river, where bushes, trees and a river. Well, as is the case with the cocker, the dog went in an unknown direction. The father and father said, “Loriko! “Lorry!” Someone else is hearing “Laura! “Laura!” He goes to the voice, and there a man calls his dog. My father is riding on this man, the man is not a man. As a result, the matter goes to a fight and here from the bushes resort to two cocker - Lorik and Laura. The man apologizes, the man too. They divide. Dad comes home. Mother sends him a knot, because the dog is fucking that! They confused the dogs - met on the boulevard, the benefit of the micro-region is small. The portion. This man gets a beer. They sat down and drank beer. Here, the wives went out to look for men with dogs. They met and became friends until the death of my parents. Now I am with them and their kids :)