A few days ago, outside the walking street, my girlfriend found a stray dog, and she told me that I had to run over and pick up the little one, when the dog had a rope on it and felt like it was broken. The dog had a bone on its leg. It really hurt.
I went to a pet hospital with my best friend, showed it to the dog, and the doctor said that the little guy's leg wasn't so bad, he got disinfected, he took it away, he bought some dog food, he bought some pets, he couldn't touch his legs, he just had to touch it, and he screamed, and his voice was sharp, and he thought every scream was banging in his heart.
The dog looks good, but every time he sleeps, he wakes up, and then he calls me, he doesn't see me, he hides in the corner of the box, and there's no way, he doesn't sleep in the trunk, he's got a cushion, he's got a little nest in my bedroom, so he's asleep, but I can't turn off the light. I haven't slept well these days.
The dog's getting used to our family, and the fear of being behind me and sleeping at night, that's a lot to save me, but it doesn't matter as long as the dog is healthy and well.