I didn't expect this dog to be the king at my friend's house

Not only would people be jealous, but they'd fight for a small thing, not only between people, but also between animals, not to think they're dogs, to underestimate their lovers, to look at each other and have no laws to fight with dogs, to go up and beat them up, and if the dogs were to meet each other for the first time, if one of them was bigger in size than the other, the big dog would have a sense of bullying the smaller dog, even if it wasn't on his own territory, and the dog would have to go up there and beat him up and beat him up.

Not only would people be jealous, but they'd fight for a small thing, not only between people, but also between animals, not to think they're dogs, to underestimate their lovers, to look at each other and have no laws to fight with dogs, to go up and beat them up, and if the dogs were to meet each other for the first time, if one of them was bigger in size than the other, the big dog would have a sense of bullying the smaller dog, even if it wasn't on his own territory, and the dog would have to go up there and beat him up and beat him up.

I didn't expect this dog to be the king at my friend's house

It's too much trouble to go home the other day with a pet, to find another friend of his dog, so he can take care of his own golden hair. It's a coincidence that his friend's dog happens to be a golden hair, which is smaller, and his hair is a little big, like a father and a son, and the friend thinks that both dogs are golden hair, and that they'll be happy together.

I didn't expect this dog to be the king at my friend's house

The day after his friend returned home, his friend sent him several photographs that he thought his dog was in trouble at his friend's house, but not the way he imagined it would be. In that picture, his dog was squeezing his friend's little blond hair in the corner, scaring his poor golden hair, which was supposed to be the size of his friend's dog, so he wanted to be the king of the house, and the friend's dog was small, so he could only bully it, but the friend's little golden hair had always been well protected by his master. How could he have seen it, and could only hide in the corner of the wall, be patient and wait for his master to save himself.

I didn't expect this dog to be the king at my friend's house

Little blondie: When I grow up, you'll grow old, and I'll beat you up!