When I came home the other day to apply for some personal favors, I stopped at home for two days, and then came to my house, and I was in the back of the mountain, where I had my whole life, and I had my memories, and then I found two little stray dogs, who seemed to have been left at the top of the mountain, looking at the pitiful look of the dogs, suddenly filled with a little bit of pity inside, when the dog saw me as if I had seen some biological father, and then surrounded my hands, as if I hadn't seen anyone for a long time, and I didn't know if I was hungry, and looked at the dog's eyes filled with the hope of “hosting,” when the dog was alone: can help me?
When I came back to them, and I saw them, it was so much fun to see the little baby, and it looked like I was doing what I wanted to do in my face, and I didn't know what to do with them, so I thought I'd just walk through them, and I'd be blind, and then I'd walk forward, and I don't know if I had a strong connection, I couldn't walk two steps away, I couldn't do it, I couldn't look at the dog's head behind my ass and pretend to see it.
After a while I realized that these two little dogs didn't have the meaning of abandoning them, and I was so tired that they followed me as far as I could, and I thought that it was hard enough to look at them and take them in, and I felt like white to die.
We weren't that kind of people, and then we took the stray dogs, and they first saw the dogs on the street, and they were afraid that they would have had it because they didn't have a home, so they were being bullied and subjected to it in silence, but then I found out that they slowly began to lay a place in my front door, which was perhaps linked to their sense of trust, and felt that they were relying on it, and that they were confident, and that, in turn, because they had been too few, they would have chosen a sense of humility, so that there was a home that was so crucial to them.