When I came home yesterday, I found a guard at the gate feeding a stray dog, and I thought it was warm at the door, so I read more about it, and at that point, I asked how the dog was here, and I thought that the guard had just started talking to me, and that was a full story, saying that the dog had left it here, that the dog had to go home with the master, but the master said nothing to follow him.
The master was afraid the dog would leave it in front of the block, the little one would chase it home a few times, bitterly, and then told the security guard he didn't have to let it in. Ultimately, there are no stray dogs in the neighborhood, and now that we hear the sound of drifting dogs, we've got rats crossing the street, let alone the neighborhood, and we can't afford it, but then the security guard says, "How am I going to give it to you if it's not too small?"
It would have been nice to find someone who'd like to stay here, but I couldn't believe the dog had such a bad luck and had to be thrown out again because the dog was too busy. It's a good time to be thrown out again, but it's not normal to talk about a puppy like that, but it depends on whether he really loves it. When I saw the dog's sweet look, it was sad, and the dog looked at me with his big eyes.
It was as if I knew how to speak, so I was moved, and somehow, if I didn't bring it to my house, it would feel like I couldn't be comforted, and perhaps I was too kind to see a dog so small, so I said to the security guard, "This dog, I think, was he so happy to hear that at that time?