The day before, a little milk dog was found in a garbage can, white hair was full of garbage, the dog was in a bad mood, his eyes were paralyzing on the ground, the dog was carried up gently, and the dog threw up on me when he took it home, and it seemed very annoying.
And then the dog threw up and had a fever, and the doctor didn't really like it when he took the pet hospital, saying that the dog might not be able to get through, and then he gave me some attention, and I left, and it felt like the dog's life was on the line, crying several times at night when the dog had a convulsion.
The dog was a lot better yesterday, and the doctor was surprised, and the dog survived, and the little guy looked at me so curious, he kept staring at me with his head upside down, he left a little bit, and the dog kept going.
The look on the dog's face is like, "Look, you've found the treasure!" And today, when I took the picture, I found the dog laughing, and the dog was so fine, he looked at the little guy's health, a sense of accomplishment, and he looked at the Wisdom, the stray dog rescue station, and he gave every hairy kid a warm home.