When I went home from work the other day, I went through a garden, and suddenly I saw a little baby dog's skull coming out of it, and I looked at it with two dogs lying next to it, and I thought they were sleeping, and then I realized that they weren't easy to move, and then my heart squeaked, and then I felt, and then, yes, the little ones were already muscled, and they looked at their skinny, scrawny bodies and looked like they were starving.
I was thinking of a time of friendship when I could starve my dog, when I had a heart attack, and I looked at the little guy on the side, and I had a heart attack, so I found a special tool to bury their brothers, hoping that heaven would be free of sorrow, and that I would be happy in the future. It's just the little one who's lucky to live, and my heart is filled with pity, and it's so small that, if it does, it will no doubt repeat the fate of its fellow brothers.
I thought about giving it away, but then I asked a lot of people to say that the little doggy was devalued and no one wanted it, and I didn't have to look at it like a porcelain doll, so I gave it to my family. The little one didn't know if it was too long ago that no one had touched it, and then he looked back, and it looked like a fragrance, and it was as if he was a sister of Lin, as if he could damage it, like a porcelain doll.
Finally, two days later, the dog slowly sees me beginning to have a reaction, and I'm happy to jump up at me and then he's squeezing my pants and feet with his own little front claws, but he's got itch in his heart, and whoever gets a little milk dog like that can't eat it.