They gathered every weekend, ran with the dogs around the circle, stopped and ran again. Their faces were concentrated, the burning look was directed toward the future. They held pieces of cheese in their hands, but they did not eat them. Some of them squeezed the scissors. The lips whispered the words unknown to the earth's inhabitants: tsats, tsatsib, big, bis, handler, grummer, trimming, adenovirus... In the evening, they collected their strange cages, loaded dogs in baggage bags, rolled into the luggage of cars and traveled content with hand-fishing products from atlas ribbons and pseudo-golden cups. The dogs looked at them with interest and indulgence.