I've loved dogs since I was a kid, but I haven't had them for a variety of reasons, until one day my friend sent a ugly little gray dog, ugly like a little mouse, a little big, saying he didn't want me to help. I've always wanted to have a dog, like Teddy, a teacup, a pomegranate, and to be honest, I don't really like this earthy guy. It's just that the daughter was particularly fond of the puppy, and she didn't want to give it to anyone else and had to stay and feed herself.
I'm a very independent woman who has always put her career and beauty first, who is busy every day, and who has time to take care of this puppy, and who finally talks with her daughter about sending her dog to the grandmother's house in the same neighborhood, so that she can see it often.
One year later, the dog was still not good-looking, and there were a few discussions with his family about giving the dog away and raising a better-looking dog, otherwise the other one would be a noble dog when walking the dog, while we were holding a big rat. Not long after my husband and I had a fight (because I was concerned about my career and too little about my family), I never had such a big fight, and I went back to my mother's house and cried alone. It feels like it's over. It's the end of the world.
Yet, at the most vulnerable moment of my life, I found a little figure sitting around, looking at me with its big eyes, wondering if it was a illusion, and I felt it was a sigh. In fact, in the day when We have rejected it, it is not so close to it, but at this moment I find it my most reliable friend. I hold it up and tell it all about my worries. And it's bent on its little head, and it's been sitting by my side all night long.