Yesterday I was just preparing to get hungry, so I had to buy two little cages in the early morning hotel, and before I got back, I saw a passerby leaving with a box on the side of the road, and then the owner left. I saw three milk dogs, and the dogs were thrown away on the street, and the dogs were moving on, and it looked like they were freezing, and that was the first scene in the morning.
At that time, everyone on the street would pass by them in haste, but no one would ever stop for them, and I also felt that they were abandoned outside the streets to attract attention, and that there was a passer-by who seemed to be interested in coming near them, and I thought they were having a break, but when we were having a good time, the passer-by said, "No wonder no one wanted it, and then another follow."
And then they said to you, "No one's going to want a dog like that, no dog like that on the street is going down the street. Who wants three dogs like that? And then the people on the street just walked away, and some people would slow down and take a picture and send a circle of friends and then go, and see the dogs, and I couldn't stop thinking about it.
I can't keep looking at them in the street, so I put them in my arms, and then I brought them to the business, and the little ones were pretty good, and they fed them a little bit of confusion, and the dogs slept so well in the morning that they came to work that they were still at home, and they were still alive. It was a relief for me to see that the three brothers were really alive and probably the dogs didn't know what was going on, but it was best to remember that, in order not to have a dark shadow inside them.