I go with the dogs to the park, the dogs quietly tremble next to the short slides, sunshine, birds, beauty and beauty. I was amazed to see how the verba goldened on the backdrop of the sky, slightly slowed. And near there was a young man with a wheelchair and a daughter of five years old, who suddenly began to loathe exhausted when he saw dogs. Not "gaw-gaw", namely, laughing - naturally, with a rift and subjugation, only in childhood. The baby in the wheelchair climbed and my mom strictly said to me: "Woman! Get rid of your dogs immediately! You see, I have a child laughing at them!"... I can’t even find what to answer:)