Yesterday, I’m running from work... I’m in a hurry
In an hour for a date.
I run home, I look in the eyes of the dog I understand "walk wants".
I take it on my hands (taxa) and out of the apartment, at the first stage I understand that I do not find anywhere anymore, I shut up, and I go all the way, collecting all the stairs and perils. I got it means "finish"... painful to chew... and funny shit... to tears... I take the dog and remember, dirty, with broken socks and bad with tears, whether from smssh or from pain I will go home...
I know I won’t go anywhere any more... both me and the dog))
..and so pleased dad, so to say, supported what...he saw the picture...and says "no.... well, no. It will all go, only not to walk with the dog"....
Ohana