Mother had said that raising a dog as a pet was like raising a child, but no matter how old they were, they could not communicate with people. Then, when I went to work, my colleague's little golden hair was cute, took it out of the park, ran half a lap, got tired, had to be hugged to come home, got used to it in the back, grew to a dozen pounds of big dogs, and once I was out, I didn't have to take him home. So the habit of these acts has to be corrected from an early age.
Since she gave birth to a young niece, she has taken care of the vegetable garden every day and has fallen to her cousin three times a day. It's a good thing there's a golden hair with him, but this big dog is not a fuel-saving lamp. He went out on his way home with joy and started stinging.
Sometimes cousins are tired, and there's more than a mile to get back. It's always like acting: Walk a little longer, you lazy dog. Then Big Gold stood silent and leaned on his cousin with his front paws.
In this way, a dog can walk a couple of hundred meters, and then the dog won't move, and the pitiful one looks at the master: a hug, a hug, a shovel, and then you won't be needed.
The dog keepers, probably, won't get past "The Law of the Good Smell." Only two seconds later, he put the bag of vegetables on his wrist, crouched down and willingly took a dozen pounds of big dogs home.