When I came out yesterday and went shopping, I saw a milky dog on the side of the road eating the garbage that the passers-by threw, and then I left, and because I loved dogs, I thought about playing with them. The dog's body wasn't dirty, but the owner was not seen around, thinking about how long it might have been.
And the little guy, who came back with a round of food, ran back a thousand miles, and looked at me with a little tail, and he looked at me like a dog, and he was so happy that he was eating his abdomen. The dog didn't leave immediately after he had eaten, he just bit my pants and feet, and he was touched by the dog, and it was good to think about the smart dog.
I crouched down the body, touched the dog's skull and asked him if he liked to go with me, and the little guy was like he heard me, and he was screaming with his little tail, and he laughed when he saw the dog and said "poo-poo." And when the dog comes home, the little one is a very quick one, and he runs in front of me and behind me, and he can't believe he's got a big meal, and he's got a really cute dog.