When I left work the day before yesterday to wait for a green light on the road, it became clear that a dog was in a rush to walk behind me, that it was anxious to cross the road, that I crouched it down, that I had passed a traffic light, that I had to take it past the light, and that after two steps I was tired, the dog was following me behind my back, and I didn't move it.
It was a time when I was sad, looking at the little look that it looked like, and I couldn't stop thinking about taking it home, knowing that it was trying to come home with me, because I couldn't bear to look at it any more, that it was so small that it had to run away itself, that it had to look away, that it had a little bit of hope, and I thought it would be too soft to look at it.
So I tried to walk two more steps, and the dog was following it, but I thought it was a good one, but then I called it, and it looked like I was trying to please it, so I took it to my house, and the dog was doing it all the time, and it wasn't messing around, just being honest behind me, and then it looked like I was listening.
When you return to your home, the dog is always acting like a good dog, and it is not clear whether, because you have just arrived at your home, the dog does not stop screaming, does not go anywhere. It is painful to see it acting like a very hard-working dog. It will be hard to know that this opportunity is coming, and it will only be more tender. Yes, who would think that they'd drift, but it'd be more lovable to come to this point, when they're all dressed up and living, and now they're depressed, afraid to upset the owner, afraid to be thrown out.