When I left work last night, I would have been out of the house for a long time, in which case most people would have been eating their dinners and walking around, but listening to the sound of sound and sound, I turned my head and saw a half-sized dog tearing up a garbage bag under a tree with his lips, and it would look like he was starving and humming, so I would have to find food in the dumps, and it would look like it's light, and it's ripe.
I don't know which garbage bag is really good, but it's tight, and it's squeaky, and I can't even look at it at this point, because I think it's pretty good, I want to get something to eat, and I can't open it, and then I'll just be a little soft, and I'll forget it or I'll give it a try.
I couldn't get through it myself, and I bought him a bread from the shop where I was selling food. I tried to call it, and the dog heard a noise, and I turned my head and looked at me, and I swung the bread on my hands, and the dog looked at the bread, and the dog looked at it, and it was so bad that he even looked at me, and then he came to me, and then he fell down on the ground and waited for me to feed it, even though people didn't know it before, but it was just this bread dog that immediately took me away.
It's so much fun to tear it apart and eat it, eat a piece and look at me, look like it's too fast, and suddenly it swallows a piece of bread into its stomach. It's going to be so hungry because it hasn't had a full meal for days. It's so sad to think that the dog's pretty sweet until he eats something and suddenly gets emotional about keeping it in case it goes around looking for food.