Some time ago, a stray mother was found outside our old factory, looking for food next to the dumpster, and I was watching it silently, and he found me running into the factory later, and there was a little dog in the bush, and it was feeding the puppy when it was found, and the dog's mother was born in black and white, beautiful, and I was surrounded by the dog's mother, who was really scared and afraid of being dangerous to the puppy, and the dog's mother looked at me without face.
I saw my mother strangling there alone, and whispering from time to time. A few times, I felt particularly uncomfortable, but I didn't have a dog, and it was a problem for me to have so many dogs, and I went to the uncle who was here looking at the door, and he told me that when the factory didn't go down, the mother was in there, and it was like a very good dog, and it was closed, everything was gone, and there were dogs, but nobody wanted to adopt or bring them home.
I said to my uncle that you wanted to raise a dog, and he said, "Why don't you take a dog home?" He said, "We've got too many dogs with one of them to do anything." I said, "Let's go to the dogs to see what their friends and family want." He said, "Well, who knows that my uncle calls a lot of people for a dog, and I only have two classmates who want a dog's mother, and I'm afraid of the dog's mother, and then I'm hiding and I'm not moving, and I'm going to see it, and I'm going to be late, and I see the baby dog being separated, and I'm going to be alone, and I'm going to cry, and I'm going to take it.
I decided to adopt my mother, and uncle said it's good for the dog, and uncle said it's good for me to raise, and I said it's good for me as long as the dog doesn't become a stray dog.