When I went out the day before yesterday and saw a little dog running around, I thought it was too fun, so I ran to it, and I thought about how it was so small that I could survive, and I wanted to help it, and I was ready to take it in, and one of my friends said, "Why do you want to have a little dog like that?"
So I went into it, and as soon as the little guy saw me near it, he fell into the ground, and then I sneered like a bow, and I laughed. What was that? Why was it like going to the arena? So I held it in my arms, so little puppy, what could I do to it? And it was cold and shaking, and I felt clearly, with it, its irritation and its wake-up call, even though it was afraid to make a gimmick, but I knew it was worried, and it was painful.
So I had a lot of soft positions on my hands, and then I scratched its little skull, and the dog seemed to know who I was, and then I looked at it, and then I saw it, and I thought it was so much fun, that the baby dog was just so flattering, and then it learned to put it down, and it was getting worse. I can't figure out why a little dog can't be raised. I think it's smart and resistant, and why it's worthless to be denigrated, and why it's a good idea to have an expensive one.
I used to be told by a guy who's rich enough to keep a cat like that, who's got so many cats today, even though they're not known to anyone else, but now I can understand, and I think it's good that this is the same time. It's just as life is the same. A stray dog can raise a pet dog. In turn, a pet dog can become a stray dog if he is not properly raised.