I went by a small store yesterday after I left work at noon, where I stood by a boy who, like me, was supposed to be a high school student to buy food, and then I realized that the boy had been helping in the shop, and the store was not big, but I could see that it was very serious, and I felt very moved at that time, that there were really few children who were so well-informed, that it was hard for me to get a good feeling about life. When I was moving out of the store, I just went out and I saw a small box of paper on the side of the street, which I thought was a simple, broken box.
And then I looked in, and then I suddenly realized there was a little milk dog in there, and then the little guy looked up at me, even though it was an abandoned stray dog, but it was so popular that he wanted to touch it, and the little dog looked at me with a poor pair of eyes, and saw the little guy's eyes as if it was one thing to say, "Will you take me home?" That looks so cute and crazy, it's really not very resilient.
In the middle of the winter, the dog was left on the street, so I crouched. It, as if the dog knew that it was abandoned, so it was a pretty good sight, and it wasn't always nice, and the more I saw it, the more I wanted to make it happy. And then I felt like I cared about it, so I thought about holding it decisively, so why let it be so small to cope with the hardships of life? It's hard to be a man, and it's weird to be a stray dog after seeing it.
It was very much an abandoned, often grown-up puppy in honey, who understood how to live a miserable life, and who knew the benefits of having a loved one, was unable to integrate into such a difficult natural environment, so I took it to my home, and indeed did not want it to wander out so helplessly, very much like a dog with the eyes of a voice, and seeing it was a terrible mistake.