Yesterday, I was walking on the street, and I saw a puppy lying by the street. I was so envious of it when I came back to a man who ran to the dog while he couldn't handle it, and caught it and took it away. As soon as I looked at the side of the road and there was an iron cage in the back seat of a motorcycle with a certain number of years, I didn't think well. It was no doubt a dog dealer.
Then I opened the cage, and I threw the dog in it, and it looked like it was the first time, and I looked at the dog, and it was not the first time, and I couldn't look at the dog, and I couldn't hear the dog squeaking, and I thought I'd be able to take the dog, and I'd have to come and talk to the man, and I was afraid that he would say I was idle and I'd act like I'd do it right away.
Tell him what to do with our dog, at a time when the man was in a state of shock and was ready to go hard in advance, and I said, "I don't know what kind of guts I had to call my family." And when I heard that, the man looked a little bit worried, and I saw the pitiful look of the dog in the cage, and I broke my heart, and then he said, "I'm sorry, and then I threw the dog out of the cage and then I threw it away, and the stray dog went into a plate, and when I got it out, I tried to get it out, so I could get it out of my head.
The dog was so scared, he kept humming, and it was not clear to me what would happen to him if I didn't step out of the way, and the judgment told me that it would not be easy to end, that it would be our family dog, because I couldn't believe it, and it would be a pain in the heart for a dog like that, so it was the best arrangement for it, and I didn't want it to turn into someone else's meal. After going home, the dog hasn't been able to get away from what happened in the near future, and it's in a state of shock, and it has to be taken good care of in the last few days, and I don't want to have an unhappy shadow in its heart.