The dog smashed a soft toy and eaten watt. We sit with my husband in the bathroom forging this matter out of her ass, because it doesn’t go out.
and further dialogue.
I: I'd know that it's for two hours, I'd better find a veterinarian on an avito or a profiteek.
He: Yes, there would be a "specialist of a wide profile".
I: Oh, any student with a pincet. "A specialist is required to get any kind of figi from the dog"
He (notifying that the dog is intrigued by wrapping the watt that has just come out of it): "The work is constant because the dog owners are idiots."