I went to my friends and friends the other day, waiting for me to go home after lunch, walking along the road in a slow, electric car, waiting for me to come halfway, when I saw that a gray, black dog was groaning around the road, and it looked particularly groaning, and it was not clear whether he was too hungry, and he looked pathetic, but he looked forward to me, as if he was waiting.
And I called it like that, and the minute this guy saw my name, he walked with me, and he was like this, because I couldn't help but drive him away, and I couldn't stop him, and I didn't know that the little guy was four kilometers behind me, and I was walking to my home, and I was so moved, and people were full of dog-like animals, and that was true.
It's actually because of my discomfort, but because I was afraid of being too close to it, I was a stray dog, and people weren't familiar with it, but then I found out that the dog wasn't as simple as I thought, because my name called it, and the guy followed me four kilometres, and actually had a strong vigil in my heart, and I know about it, just to have a good owner or a meal to fill it up.
And then I brought it back to my house, and I made it a lot of food and water, and when the dog saw the things I gave it, the guy was grateful, and I thought that the dog would look a lot better if it was dirty. Look at it. It is worth it to see that life cannot be distinguished by its heights and its dignity, and that it must be helped to reach out to it with a small amount of force capable of remaining happy and stable for life.