Zhenya

Zhenya never liked animals and considered them just balls of fur living at the expense of humans, but how quickly everything changed when you got a dog, Olaf. Olaf is a German Shepherd, he is 4 years old. He was given to good hands because his owner developed an allergy and, as a kind-hearted person, you took the dog home without discussing it with Zhenya. The guy was indignant, looked at Olaf with disdain, sometimes tripped over him at night when he went to the toilet, and then on the way back he grumbled with the words: "How can you live like this?!" You laughed at this grumbler, and Olaf always came running to your laughter, happily wagging his tail. Most often, the dog lay down at your feet, and sometimes on Zhenya. In the morning you quietly got ready, left a note for Zhenya to walk and feed the dog, and then went to work. The guy texted you on your phone all day to figure out what was going on. After work you popped into a pet store and bought Olaf a squeaky toy. When you got home you were met by the same grumbling, only in the bedroom. Zhenya held Olaf while the dog wagged his tail. -Did you buy this thing on purpose so that it would disturb our sleep? - Zhenya said and winced when the dog licked his cheek. The guy exhaled and let the dog go. -Okay, fine, I understand that you are interested in this squeaker, but don’t make it squeaky often!