The day before yesterday, when I went to the mall with my best friend, I just went to the mall, when I saw a little milk dog chasing a road man, and then the roadman was tired of seeing him, and then the little guy was really angry, and I kicked the dog, and then I thought I couldn't stand it, and I went up and said what to do with the dog, and then the roadman said what to do with it, and then I realized that it wasn't her.
The dog used to be a stray dog, but it's just not clear why the little guy's a sticky one, which means he wants to go home with someone else, but when I see the way people say that the little guy is in a bad mood, and he's kicked out of his house without finding him, and he's so pissed off, that the little guy's got to get down on the road, and then he's going down the stairs, and he's going down and he doesn't know how to feel like he's getting more and more.
In fact, I don't know what's going on, which means I can't see the dog being bullied, because I love the dog myself, actually thinking about it or being too reckless, and then going out of the mall, and then I'm going to go around the dog's area, but seeing as it really wants the place, the little guy doesn't look like he has a place to go, so he's stuck with the guy who's asking for it, but it's kind of bad to get beat up, actually, thinking it's a good thing.
And then I saw how pathetic it was, so I brought it back to the house, so it didn't have to be bullied, and there was no need to talk about it. Even though good friends always said that my heart was in trouble, she sometimes fed stray dogs, though it wasn't a big deal, but I thought that the dog might be able to survive the hunger, and it was really painful to see the look of his sleep when he came home, because it was so painful.