Dog-gurney with a bone. For the little ones

Dog a wheelchair for the little. A faithful friend for "walks" around the room. The dog will keep your baby company. A swaying ears will bring the baby a lot of joy.

I'm walking down the street,
As if I'm performing a feat.
On a string behind me
My dear little dog is coming !
I'm pulling on a bone,
I'm calling the dog to me.
My friends envy me !
Very happy, brothers, I !

The author of the poem Master Tatiana Homemade pastille and fruit