He had a lovely little gold hair in his house, but he was proud, hated to pop out, hated to slip around, fell on the couch every day and feared that he would be taken out of his house for a long time, often forced to go to sleep, but was still worried that there was no spirituality. One day, he was coming out, and his Chinese dog was left unattended.
They say "comb" is contagious. What happens when you're together? If the two doggies had fought hard, no one would have been able to stop them. If they had not been for their two good genetic genes, they would have been a collection of blond hairs.
Take a look at the two of them, who fought hard in the field, were unhappy, were not able to see their little gold hairs, hum-humming, and were once all proud to take my responsibility and my dog's cookies, and although the rice seed in the field was run over by a piece, there was no shadow, but if the little blonde was happy, it was like my parents in my heart.
Before that, the golden hair was lying on its own bed every day, and now, every morning, when he wakes up at the end of his meal, he goes to the village and to the area where the dog meets, sometimes in the afternoon, he doesn't eat, and I'm going to run and feed him, and I'm going to see it like this, and I feel so sad, and he doesn't want to take it home, and there's probably a dog in my heart.