I went out yesterday to buy a new broom for my family, because I was about to come to the house to clean up, to buy some other items of daily life, to go to the luxurious areas of the street, when I saw a dog that had been begging for food on the street, and I didn't know whether it was a pancakes or something, and the little one was behind me = I saw a man eating pancakes and scratching his legs with his former claws, and it was as if he was saying, hey, if I wanted to eat, you'd eat.
I didn't know how tired the roadman was of seeing it, kicking it up and giving it no food, and then kicking the dog out when it reached out, and I couldn't wait for him to see it, and the dog was already sitting on the floor, and it was as if the little guy had been scared by this unexpected gesture, as if it had been a terrible thing to do, and the little guy had a heartache, even though it wasn't his own dog, but it was a pain to see it being bullied.
But it's not easy for a little guy to ask for food because he doesn't have the means to watch it, it's not enough to eat it, it's too thick for the little guy after he's been beaten up, it's really hard to see you want it, but the dog is hungry, but it's not easy for him to eat it, and then I'll buy him a big pie, which is a long time without having had enough to eat.
After feeding it some more, the dog would look pretty bitter at this time, and would be beaten up very soon, and now he's less eager, and he's looking at me because I'm afraid. It's funny, it's funny, and suddenly it's a good feeling to take it home and feed it, and it's still small, and if it's that big, maybe it's a lot bigger. That means a stray dog, and it wasn't easy to fit in with the owner's clothes and food, and it was ruined forever.