As soon as this winter was over, I remembered that it was a good time, that I was in good mood, that I didn't feel much better when I left work, and then, when I was walking, I realized that a little milk dog was screaming and shaking at the side of the road, and looking at its pitiful look, that it was a pain in my heart, even though I had only seen it, and I wondered if it had been a small one for a long time.
Although it's not clear what kind of dog it is, it's soft when I look at it like it's on the road, and I'm not sure if I need to adopt it, and I hear the humming sound, and I sound like a baby, and I sound like that, and I really had to break my heart, and I look at it, and I come back, and I look at the dog and I shake my tail.
The hope of being adopted was so desperate in the eyes. Yes, it was so small and legitimate that I was carrying it, and a saying came out at the moment. The little man was indeed blessed, and I looked back at a businessman who had been here for a day and had left it as a girl who said that the dog was a stray dog that she had picked up and that she would have taken it home, but would have gone home and dragged it out of her mouth and been thrown out again.
The girl also said that the stray dog could not be adopted at will and would be mad at her if she brought it home, and that no one who left a dog was responsible for paying for their deviance. At this point, I understand that this little guy has been abandoned twice, and that his heart has mercy on it, and that the puppy can piss himself, without any doubt, because it's too young, without a good culture, knowing that it's so small, knowing that it doesn't understand it and taking it home, so I have to think twice, that I feel that I have enough to work, so I don't have to feed it, so it's an inexhaustible pain for the dog to be left out of it.