When I was waiting on the side of the road yesterday, when I happened to meet a stray dog from across the street, it would have come to me right away, looking down at me, looking a little bit closer, and then carrying my leg with my own front paws on my leg, and it would have been so much fun, and I didn't feel dirty, and it would have been nice to see what I gave someone else, and it would have been so much fun to be near me.
And then I thought that there was nothing, that I could play with him, that I would reach out, that I would touch the boy and get unexpected surprises, that it would go down the road, that it would shake my hand, that it would do it well, that it would be too much fun to wave with me, that it would have had a master before, that it would have been so much, that I would have said to him, sit, look at me, and then sit down.
I did see it with an unexpected surprise, and I didn't believe that a dog so smart was a stray dog, and I didn't know how to get dumped, and I couldn't help feeling it. I came back to watch me play with a stray dog, and he said that I've been alone for so long that I'm not used to seeing a stray dog, even though it's a joke, but I'd rather take it in, and I happen to run into a stray dog, and when I see her like she's listening to me, I'm pissed off and I say, "I won't stop."
The dog also sings on the side of the serf, and it must be very good to have the master's clothes to eat and live in, no longer have to go to the streets, no longer have to go to the passers-by to please others, go home and think about what to do, never have to think about where to sleep at night, or what to eat, even though it's all a bad thing for people, but in its eyes, it's all the most critical, hungry and uncomfortable. It is thus clear how necessary a master is for it.