Recently, he and his husband moved to Kiev, he was transferred to work. We moved with the whole family, my husband and my dog. The dog’s name is Deia.
Every morning and evening I walk my dog. One day, I let her go for a walk without a lead, well, and apparently, swallowed by unknown smells to me, Deika washed away somewhere. I go. I am looking.
At first calmly:
The act! the act!
Then I start to get nervous and... a picture with oil – imagine a aunt, her hair is dumb, her eyes are angry, who is wearing around the yard and wildly screams:
The act! The act! The act!
I remind you, the case is happening in Kiev, “Where am I?” In Ukrainian: Where am I?“”
Approaches to me the bumpy look of an uncle, suddenly embraces, glimpses on his head and says kindly:
The Aunt! Relax, you are in Kiev.
I don’t even know what this guy thought of me.
The dog, I found it.