I was asleep at my house the other day, and suddenly I heard the barking of dogs, and I was usually a dog-lover person, and I was in a bad mood at the moment when I saw the dog, but the sound I heard this time was terrible, and it was hard for me to hear it, and the judgment told me that it must have been something, or it wouldn't have been so loud. I walked out, and I realized there was nothing at the door.
It was then a while before the dog screamed from the neighbor's house, originally from the neighbor's house. I thought at this point, let's forget it, but after 10 minutes, the dog was still screaming, at last a day's rest, and it was painful to hear it, so I had the courage to knock on the neighbor's door, and it was five minutes later, when I was going to leave, when I saw a milk dog being kicked out of the door by the owner.
And I was so grumpy that it wasn't me who opened the door, but it was this dog who seemed to have committed inexcusable inaccuracies that it was thrown away by the master, and I heard the master say it was a golden hair, and then I heard the master say it was not paid by others. When it was closed to the door, the owner entered the house, and when the baby was thrown out, it was so cold, it didn't seem like it was scary, and my heart broke.
Turns out it was the next-door neighbor who threw it out of the door because he thought it was hard to believe, no matter what kind of dog you had to care about, but if you didn't take good care of it, you wouldn't have to. It was a sad, invisible scar to a small family, and I was a person who couldn't see a small animal, so I quietly took it to the house, comforted it, and the dog went to sleep, seemed exhausted, and then it didn't float, and it was harder to see it because it was born.
