I've been watching a TV show with my mom yesterday, and I've heard the noise of a dog in front of the door, and I've been waiting to see it, but I don't know where I see two kids when I go out, and I look like a dog, and I act like I'm angry, and I don't feel like I'm being bullied, but when I see my face, the kid stands up.
And then I saw the little guy down in the dirt, and he was scared of it, and his heart was more or less in pain, even though it was one side of it, but it was so pathetic, so he lifted it up, he saw how tender I was to him, and the little guy came up to the top, and he put his front leg out and then he put it on my lap, and my head went straight to my side, and I was so scared that I was rushing to hide behind, that it would lick me.
When I look back, the dog looks like I'm in a cold palace, and I'm indecisive when I see it. He says that he can't agree, go back, he can't move, he can't just hang on to it. If he gets bullied again, I can't keep it, I can't bring it to my home, and I can't take it anywhere else, and it's too small, and I can't help but cry.
And then I came home with it, and I didn't know if I wanted to keep it, but I didn't know when I came in, and I was lucky to see the little one, and I was happy to see the little one looking at it like that, and I was thinking about a stray dog, and I didn't know if I could take it back and enjoy it, and then I would have a family that I could use, and I wouldn't need to be bullied again.