I went to dinner with my friends the day before yesterday, and the gas was really depressing, so I went out for a break. At this point, I saw a skinny little stray dog walking by the road alone, and it looked pretty good in my neighborhood, and I thought about it, and I wanted to chase it for a while, and whoever thought that the bastard was scared and wouldn't let me get close to it, then thought about it, he was probably a stray dog, and if you wanted to leave, the dog went after it.
It's a thing that's coming down behind me, and I reach out and touch it, and I go back to the restaurant and buy it tea eggs and chicken wings. But after all, I wasn't the dog I was afraid it would bite me and put the food in front of the dog and let it eat itself. Because I don't feel like spending a lot of time out there eating with my friends. When people eat it, it waits for me there, and when they see me coming out, they run to me.
I took it to our home when I saw it so nice and grateful, and when I consulted with my friends, he took the dog in his car and asked us to take it home. The dog was always in his car, and I couldn't wake the little guy up when I came in, but I couldn't let him sleep in the car, so I took him up the stairs and took a bath for the little guy, and I put him in my room, and when I was done, the little guy was all at my bed.
My mother and my brother have loved this little guy since he came to our house, and now he's more spoiled than I am, and he's become one of those little ones. One time I dragged my cool under the bed, so I looked for half a day, I thought about the lessons, but I couldn't do it again. Who calls themselves fairies? They're spoiled with their teeth. From a stray dog to a pet dog, the little one has experienced a very high level of growth, turning himself into a little one.