Yesterday the dog broke the pattern.
My brother and the dog play, the ball is thrown, while in the kitchen I put the cheese on the dog (he will sell his soul for him), he of course ran to me immediately (the dog), here the brother feeds with a toy, Archie (the dog) there, here, there, here, here, here, here, here, parents are knocking, he hears them want to run to them, and from side to side is mosquito. I thought he would stop now and the head to the evil inhabitant of the dogs would break. Fig there... He just dropped the carpet...