Yanochka squatted at the net and, in a low voice, called out:
- Habr, come here! Habr!
- Why suddenly Habr? - Pavlik was surprised, squatting next to his sister.
- Habrovichi dog should be called Habrom, is not it? This is a boy, so Habr. Habr, come here, look what we brought to you!
A spark of hope flashed in the dog's eyes. Jumping up from the litter, she ran to the net, eagerly ate the treat, and then, lifting her head, looked inquiringly at Yanochka.
“Habra will be taken away,” Pavlik suggested gloomily. - And then it is better not to live.
Source: https://habr.com/ru/post/17008/
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