As we arrived at the door at night, it was frustrating to see a dirty little stray dog looking for food in a garbage dump on the side of the road, and the dog tumbling for a while without finding food. When I saw this scene, my heart broke and I went home to get something to eat, and when I fed it to the dog, the little guy seemed a little scared, but the most surprising thing was that the dog ate a little bit, took up the food and ran up.
I was surprised that a dog like this could have been followed by a dog's mother. With a series of questions, I quietly followed the dog, and in a few moments I came to the moorings at the village entrance, and saw the dog come to a big dog and put food next to the dog.
I went over there to see that the big dog was lying on the ground, that he was stiff, that I couldn't help but watch the little dog take the food to his mouth, that I couldn't stop crying, that it was the little dog's mother, that the little one might not know that the dog's mother had left, and that it might not believe that the dog's mother had left.
Looking at the dog's eyes, I buried his mother's body with tears, while the little dog was screaming at my teeth and rubbing the earth with claws. I took the baby dog with tears and came to the new environment, and the dog seemed strange, and I would look out on the ground alone, and I might miss my mom, hoping that the dog would get better as soon as possible, and that my company would make the dog feel better.