told the accompanying.

Twelve years ago, I walked out my ten-month-old Labrador every night. They were familiar with all the surrounding dogs. Particularly my Piper made friends with a cute red taxi. Having just seen his girlfriend, he began to twist his tail with a double frequency and stretched the steering wheel so that it was impossible to hold it. Then the dogs, carefully smelled, before falling, played in catches and pickups. Idylia in one word.

One day I noticed that when I ran to a taxi, my dog was lying on the ground. I shared this observation with the master, a very large in all dimensions, a man of thirty, who was bigger than I was as much as the Labrador was bigger than the tax:
Piper, I say, was definitely smarter. He feels like he’s grown up and lies on the ground to be with a girlfriend of the same height. She thought it was more comfortable to play with him.
- I may have to take on his experience, - somehow sadly replies the man, - I have the same problems.
And suddenly he stands in front of me on my knees right on the wet grass.

A year later we got married. Piper is no longer there, and the taxis are all gray.

Bonus: photo of dogs by clicking on "Source"