I bought fruit on the street the day before yesterday, and now it's very expensive to eat food and food, to eat outside, to cook for myself, and to eat for myself. I was ready to go home in advance with a good food. I saw a puppy on the side of the street, and it looked like she was dying. I was so scared that I asked a lot of passers-bys, and then I asked him a lot of bad things, which means that it was a stray dog, and no one was going to hurt.
But I chose to save it, no matter how others judge it, but whether it's a life or a good dog, it doesn't mean killing it if it's called dead for nothing? It doesn't taste like I'm going to a pet store around here, and I'm going to go to the pet shop with it, and I look at it in the street, and I feel like it's hard to open my eyes, and I don't want to see it for the last time. It's, like, sour inside, and tears are coming out, but it's on the street, and I think it's embarrassing.
After being close enough to the pet shop, the doctor said that the baby was too hot for me, and the Chinese authorities, together with the long-term lack of water, and was therefore overstretched, and then the doctor gave it a few drops of water, and then the baby woke up in half an hour, and then woke up with a lot of glucose, to see that I was thirsty, that I was excited and that I had come back to save it, or that I was going to meet the King, and then the doctor said I was picking up a stray dog, and immediately said I didn't want the money, and I was happy to hear it, and that there were many good people around the world.
The doctor told me to take care of something, and I took it home, but it was so weak because it was unlikely that I would throw it on the street, and it would be so lucky if I passed out again, that when I came home, the baby was as insecure as I felt, it was asleep without a sense of belonging, and every time I woke up with a sound that looked at her, I saw her again, it was so sensitive, I felt so sad that it had a happy dog.