"Can I survive this winter with hundreds of dogs?"
It's now a third of December 10th, and December 10th, and it's getting colder, and families should be warmed up, compared to Kata's preference for warmth, which can't be replaced by warmth, at a time when people have reduced their trips to their homes for the winter, when there are many homeless stray dogs on the streets that have no place to go, and a lot of stray dogs buried in this snowhouse in a winter because they can't stand the temperature changes, so there's a good man in Mongolia, 67-year-old Jin Su-young, who saved a lot of stray dogs by his own power, and probably more.
But one man's power is limited, and in the coming winter the old man is no longer able to make sure that all the dogs will survive the winter, so she's come to ask for help, when the old people talk to them, they cry, and it's really sad to watch the old people cry, and maybe a lot of shit-throwers don't know who she is, but the old people have been begging for the leftovers of their worn clothes every day for the last few years, and these are “babyss” in the eyes of the old people because these things help them adopt.
“I feel particularly sorry for these children, and I'm living with them”, says the old man is crying again, noting that the old man here is saying, “The next time she's talking about having a hard time with her, she's treating these hairy kids like her own, and she's blaming herself for having had a hard time with her, and she hasn't complained about it, and it's just that a man's silent payment is not to blame those plowers who abandon dogs for their ability to blame themselves.
What do you call her? What did the dog ban order put in place the other day: “When undocumented dogs and stray dogs are caught, it's simple and brutal to make them disappear. Why is there no provision that comes from their perspective? Are these dogs alive? Because of these things, some Keyboardman would say you're going to adopt, and the first thing she wants to say is that she has a dog in her own house and two, and she has to work.
When talking to the elderly about why she had adopted so many stray dogs, she said that she was afraid that before she had not had a dog she was afraid that the dog would only happen to have a chance to heal a stray dog and find it cute and human, and that since then the old man had seen the dog as if it had been adopted more and more and more, and that, like all those who helped him, he felt that he had time to go, that the old man had retired and that the road seemed to be a difficult one.
It was felt that the old man had no good words and that her “help station” was not so ambitious, that there was no concrete on the ground where the pigs were made, and that there was no single dog, but the old man did not say that he had not given up any dog, but this time the old man had come down to ask for help for the lives of hundreds of dogs, and that he could only help with some dog food, and that he could not help him, and he wondered if you had feelings for the scavengers, and had hoped that you would help Aunt Kim and the dogs to survive a secure winter, and that for some reason he would not be able to keep in touch.