When I came to the time of spring, spending half a month or so with my friends on the street, and when I went out on the street, I saw what was white in the garden on the street, and I looked at the white dog, and I pointed out to my friend, and he said, "Hey, this is a stray dog that was abandoned by the master. It's really a good thing to raise it and throw it away.
When I said to my friend, "I can't help but talk to you, and there's a bag of empty dog food next to it, and there's a simple dog's nest, there's just no risk for the time being. My friend said, "Let's go for a walk. I'm right. I can't go shopping with it. I can't just look at it. It's really painful inside. My friend looks at my worries, and he says, "Don't let my love get worse."
I used to love a stray dog, but guess what, a sick dog, spent a lot of money and didn't save it, and now my friends keep telling me about it and asking me to grow up. This time, I'm still trying to tell the truth, but I've been praying since I left, hoping that it will be able to find a good owner who wants to keep it, and that in order to be better able to see whether it has been taken in, everyone will return professionally. When you come here again, you're still depressed, you see the dog being abandoned, you're left alone, you're still at home, you're feeling lonely, you look really sad, you look lonely and you look sad.
It must be broken once again, and I am sometimes rather sensitive and indecisive, why not just leave and finally take it home, because I can't look at it like that, and I can't stop. So I took it to my home, and after taking care of it for a dozen days, the dog grew fat, and it looked like it was completely different from what it used to be, to see a skin disease owner throw it away, not having the ability to work to raise a pet, preferably not to feed it, who could make sure that the dog was not sick for the rest of his life and only expect to give it more care by then.