The company asked me to go out to do one of these two days, and no one took care of the dog at home, so I had to send the dog to Grandma to look after her for a few days, and she said yes. When I took the dog to Grandma's house, Grandma laughed, touched the dog's head, and looked so sweet.
I look at it one by one, and I look at it like I'm looking at myself. Grandma was carrying a plate and eating strawberries with a fork. My dog sat on the sofa, with his front paws against Grandma's arm, with strawberries on the plate, with his eyes ticking straight, and it looked like the mouth was coming down. Grandma thought the dog would eat strawberries so she picked up a strawberries and fed them. I'm ashamed to watch the dog look like he's drunk.
I'm busy at work, I have very little time at home with dogs, and sometimes I buy fruit to eat at home, but I don't give it to dogs, and if they do, I'll punish them. Because in my mind, the dog is the pet, and I am the master, and it has to listen to me. And the fruits are all human food. How can they be for dogs?
I wouldn't do that, either. I'm eating. I'll feed the dog. I'm usually going to feed the dogs, and I'm going to put them directly into the plate, and then I'm going to wash my hands. Never treat a puppy like that.
Seeing here, compared to Grandma, I feel like I don't have a face! What's everyone's idea of a dog like that?