Yesterday he went out to dinner with his colleagues and ate half of the meal, and then he heard a lot of people out there arguing, and I didn't know what to say, and then I came out and saw a little stray dog lying on the ground, and then the little one was shaking, and then a very gossipy lady saw me, and said to me, "This little stray dog wanted to go to the house to eat, and the boss happened to meet him, and he didn't expect the boss to throw him out immediately, and then he put a lot of bad language on it, and then he was persuaded by a warm man to fight it.
I think it's time that the boss didn't want to talk to this guy about how he learned about stray dogs and how to do his business. The boss's business looks like he's got a lot of money, and the passersby feels so pathetic that he's helping out. The passer-by was so angry that he left immediately, and only the remaining boss had to blame the little guy, and it was only when the group was breaking up that the little guy would split his life.
It was so sad for the little guy to cry at the time, and it was so sad to see it, and it was so sad to have it in her arms, and it was only then that my colleagues went out, when they saw me holding the dog, and they kept me away, and they said that it was so dirty that you still had it.
So I walked slowly on the road with my puppy, and I saw it in my arms, and I felt like I had to rely on it, and I felt kind of happy inside, and I took it home from work, and I actually liked it. Even if a stray dog actually felt that it deserved more than anyone else's love and care, not to say that it destroyed the conservation of the environment and endangered the appearance of large cities, they were part of the whole world. People did not have the power to decide whether they lived or died, and looked forward to finding a way to live in peace with them. At the very least, we could not actively harm them.