Haskee was originally a sleigh dog and is now taken as a pet dog, who used to run on an endless snowfield and are now operating in a narrow house, leaving them always with endless energy. So, what's the excess energy for? The answer is to break up the family, and the pets who raised Haskee know that it's impossible for Haskie not to break up the family, and if you hadn't been broken up, you wouldn't be so ashamed to say you raised Haskie. Isn't that a story? Haskill turns back, either to the house or to the building.
It's hard enough to have a dog like Hastych. But there's always someone who has the courage to raise a few Haschi. One of the pets raised three Haschis, two of whom were born, and three of the Haschis made “surprises” every few days, especially the two sons of Haschis, who broke their homes without a word and sometimes the masters made them angry.
One day, fearing that the dogs would tear down their homes, the hostess deliberately locked the most naughty Hascchi into a dog cage before going out, she thought that it would prevent her from doing so, and it turned out that it was too simple for her to think, that shortly after she left, another Hascchi started to tear the couch, and when she came back, the couch had been pulled into a hole. Seeing a hole in a couch with Hastych's back for a lot of money, the hostess was so angry that she wanted to cook the twilight.
The hostess was so angry that she couldn't stand to go up and point a finger at Haski, and he was mad at her, and the hostess was so angry, that she reached out to Haskih with a couple of big mouths, and he turned on Haski, looking at the hostess with contempt, as if she was telling her that the sofa had started with the hand.
Scolding didn't work, the hostess couldn't help but punish Haschi in another way, and it was important this time for Haschi to know the consequences of the demolition. Finally, the hostess brought Haschilla in, grabbed Hascchie's two feet, supported her with the cotton stuffed back into the couch and, after the cotton stuffed, the hostess used the same way to get Hascchi to put the toilet paper on the ground in the trash.
In order for Haski to remember the lessons of the break-up, the hostess had to punish him in that way, which was a good deed. But does this really work? I don't think so, with Haskee's urine, it's bound to start tearing up again in a few days. This time it's the couch. What's next? What's the most expensive thing your dogs have ever done?