Many workmen choose to have dogs, but for their group they have many limitations and inconveniences. If your job requires a lot of business outside, then you're going to be in trouble again. And you're afraid the dog's gonna cause them trouble, and no one can guarantee that it won't make a mistake. If you send the dog to a pet store for foster care, you'll be worried if the dog gets hurt and ill-treated. Besides, dogs like Haskis, who knows that Haskis is a professional and who's so heartbroken and nothing to do? I can't, I want to go, I want to go back to the country!
His parents live in the countryside, he works in the city, he's not far from home, he can easily drive the dog back and tell his father to be careful not to lose it, as well as to tear it apart. If it messes up, you beat it. It beats, Dad laughs. It's okay. I'll take it down tomorrow and see how it rips. In recent times, the countryside has had jobs, the rice has matured, the melon has ripened, the corn has ripened, soybeans have matured, and all kinds of fruits have matured. They are busy in the fields all day long and see the fruits of the sun, and they finally have a long smile. He was destined to work in the field with his father. He could do anything.
The next day, my father went to the ground with a dog to dig a melon, and the dog was playing around, and if he didn't throw it, he could do whatever he wanted, he could do it, he could do it, he could do it.
Haschi seems to have found a job for himself! It's a job that releases its nature, without fear of being beaten up, scolded, or rewarded by others. Why not? When you see a dog like this, the old man decides to take the dog for himself. What if the dog knew about the old father's arrangement?
This Haskei has become a good man and knows to help. I hope it remains so good. They're not the troublemakers.