On the way home from the shower the other day, when I was walking home with something on my way home, I was thinking about buying something to drink, and I was thirsty, and I was drinking something to go home, and I realized that something from the tree was moving, and I was waiting to walk in, and I didn't know that I was waiting for me to find out that it was a couple of black, gray little milk dogs lying in front of the store, and that they were warming each other up, as if it was too cold or something, and that it was freezing.
And I was thinking of not thinking about them too much, so many people in the streets and alleys will no doubt be in charge, and I'll talk to them, and I'm carrying so many things that I can't help, and I'll hear the barking of the dogs in the back before I go, and I'll look back at the shop and I'll throw them out with a broom. The store sees them in the middle of something, and it's a fat beating, how to talk to the rest of the world instead of lying at my front door, and it's too bad to talk to me.
The dog would have tasted the beating, but it had just begun, and then saw the four little black dogs running nowhere, and it was called a mess, and I saw their sights, and I had a heartache, even if I had been abandoned, so I couldn't see them lying on the street, and I couldn't figure out what they were in the way of doing business.
Don't want to raise them because they're big, but at this point it looks like they can't save them, because it's cold and they're going to be cut to death. Find a paper box and bring them home to a paper box. It's really emotional to listen to the tone of the store. I took the dogs without a word, and on my way home I bought the dog food, and this way I'd be exhausted, but I thought it was worth it to see the dogs eating dog food.