I was on the road the day before I saw a girl throw a dog on the side of the road, and I just happened to see it, and I thought I was going to walk it, but I found out she didn't want to stop, and I said what to do with it, and I said that it would be hard for my family to get rid of it, and I had to live. Seeing that the dog has been following closely, and finally the girl is breathing on the side of the road without the strength to snore, but the girl is long gone, and the little baby is lying on the side.
When I saw it, I felt like a dog, and if I didn't want to raise it, I'd go down and play with it, but I realized that the dog was really cute, and I didn't know where to go, and it was cute to see it, so I wanted to take it home, and I held it, and I wanted to take it, and then I was told immediately by one of the roadmen: "This dog is bad luck."
I'm just a dog, because I see nothing unusual, and then someone tells me that the hair of the dog's chest is white, it's front paws, it's white, it's white, it's white, it's a bad place, it's a bad place, it's a bad way to hear it, it's a bad way of saying it, it's the first time I've really heard it, but I think it's all birthright, it's a bad idea.
Then when I saw someone I didn't believe in, I said I didn't believe you, but I was a highly educated person, and I couldn't believe it. It was superstitious, so I took it to my house, and when my mother saw it, I told him what happened to me, and my mother said, "We don't believe which dog." I did break it because I was afraid that Mom would believe it and throw it away.