When I came home yesterday, I met an acquaintance who was carrying a pet dog in his arms, and I did feel that the dog's life was really good, that it was delicious, that I didn't have to work, and that if I were to make a pet out to the master, the food would be like a dog product. The acquaintances kept all sorts of things up, like their own kids, and the face was all over me, and finally, my mom put me on the phone, and I took the opportunity to leave, or she could tell me about it.
When I arrived at the turn of the corner, I was walking forward, and suddenly I turned around and saw a pair of twins in my side of the bubble incubator, and I thought they were other people's dogs, but I found out in a few circles that they didn't even have a master, and I didn't want to see them today, and I didn't know whether to step on good luck, and I've been seeing dogs, and this means two, and then I asked the good people around to know that they were abandoned by their owners.
And then I suddenly remembered the pet dog that I knew, and now looking at what they looked like, which was really bitter and unharmed, and suddenly I thought they were pathetic, and when it was cold, they were thrown out by their masters, and they looked like they were obstinate, and the babies were obstinate, and they were obscuring each other, as if they were heating each other, even though they were squeezing.
And then I'm going to take it home, even though I'm afraid to make sure it's better than the clothes of another's pet dog, but I can at least give them a home, and I don't have to wander around in this freezing street, and I finally hold them back, and I've got these two little things, and I'm too busy fixing them up new nests, and I'm too busy getting food for them.