Yesterday evening: I am approaching my house and right on me runs some loose-mortar miracle the size of a pony, not immediately realized that it is a dog. I was scared to scare. I forgot that I had a T.T. injury. Aunt is in the background:
He does not bite. He does not bite. Do not be afraid!
At that moment, I wanted to get a gun, direct it and scream:
He does not shoot! He does not shoot! Do not be afraid!