I came home from work yesterday to go home to the lift car, but when I saw the dog in the elevator and went home, and it was just lost, I ran out, and there was no one out there, and it followed me, and when I came home, the stray dog followed the lift car, and there were no ropes on me, but it had a shoulder belt, which was supposed to be somewhere, but it was lost, and then I thought about putting it down to the security guard, so that its owner might still find it.
But the objective fact is that when someone looks like a stray dog, they push me for a reason, and then I leave my phone number behind, but then I take it to my house, and then I fear that it will run, return it and tie it up, because we all have a dog, and it feels like it has a dog partner, so go back with me, except for that. And then I think it's really hard to tie it up in the stairway.
But when I went out to see its pathetic face, and I was indecisive, and I thought of taking it home, just like a dog, seeing his dog as comfortable at home, and I saw it as cold in the stairways, and I couldn't bear to bring it back to my home, and I didn't want to be told that I was tall, even though I was a dog, and I thought that I should have a bowl of water.
It's not like it's supposed to be stuck in my house, and the dog seems to be grateful to me for hosting it, and he's supposed to miss his own house, and he's been in the dirt, thinking about what he's been keeping for two days, and I haven't got a single message. He's supposed to call if he wants to, unless he's not in this neighborhood, but that's hard to say. If I can't find it, I'll give it back to the others. It's, at least, no better than falling on the street.