This white stray dog I rescued from the dog dealer, it was a white fury dog, and I thought that all the dogs were home-grown, looked after by their masters, someone fed them to see them until I met the dog, and I knew how painful it was for dogs without their masters.
When it first met, its back was strangled with a rope by a dog dealer who, because of its tightness, had been embedded in the flesh, which was particularly hard to walk, and the blood was blurred.
At first it was very alert to strangers, I slowly approached it, fed it, perhaps for a long time, and we became familiar with each other, and then I took it to pet hospitals, prescribed drugs, injected, treated.
After some time, it was easier to take care of the baby because it refused to come home with me.
There's no way, because I've got two dogs in my house trying to get them to my house, but they don't get along.
It was at that point that I found it pregnant, and I was very happy to send water every day to feed it, to take care of it, and then I found that more than one person was giving it food and that many good people were taking care of it, and I felt much more.
After a while, the dog had seven pups, every one of them fat, and when I came to see it, I brought the pups to my face, and when the pups had a full moon, they adopted their children, and finally, seven of them had a new master, and I was so happy. Then a friend of mine loved it and adopted it. The stray dog finally ended his life and hoped that it would live happily in a friend's home.