Who am I, by the way? I jokingly exclaimed while putting the cutlery in my neighbors' dishwasher. And one of them answered me: "No boyfriend, no dog, no cat".
She's already taking him out on a leash. She stays on her balcony while her little dog, clothed in his sports attire, walks to the snow-covered lawn. It rounds its back, makes its poop by looking at its mistress.