There are two types of dogs in this social development, and perhaps many of them are thinking of pet dogs and pups, which are not really in my heart, but of dogs in my heart, one of domestic dogs and one of stray dogs.
Home dog, if you say so, there's a house dog, who eats, drinks, gets sick and is not afraid. It's a very good, comfortable type. And the stray dog? It means that there is no home, that there is a global drift, that there must be a way to eat and drink, and that there are often bad guys, so it's a bit of a trick. But even more so, in a natural environment where stray dogs practiced their best, some of them were unimaginable.
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That night I and Battery ate in a row and suddenly came to a stray dog, unlike the rest of the dogs, who were always yelling at people and also fighting for food. And the stray dog sat by me in silence, but his eyes were staring at the string of flesh in my hand, and in short it was obstinate.
Dog: Help me eat?
But I saw the dog like that, and I thought, "Let's give it some." And then I put the string in front of the dog, and when I wanted the chopsticks to rip the meat out for the dog, the dog went on to make me laugh in a second, and the dog was amazing, and it looked like it was a long-term mix.
Dog: I can eat!
When the dog saw the string reaching into his own eyes, he opened his mouth and bit it down, and then played it out like a bunch of people. Or is it a long-term drifter?