About the dogs.

Walked with the child in the park, the child was exactly a year old, not very firmly still standing on his feet, holding a ball in his hands. At some point, I see him, dropping two meters away from me, bearing a large dog, something like Doberman’s Metis, close to the whole support. A little later, when with the child in my arms, I wept away from this puppy, in a hurry, came a valley family of owners consisting of daddy, mommy and son of 7 years old. I didn't hold back, wiped out my hands, gave my father a family of roses, but let him say thank you, that I didn't break them all at the time. At that moment, I was much more bloodthirsty than their stupid dog.