I went shopping with my friends the other day, and then halfway through the street, I realized there was a golden dog on the street, and there was a lot of talk, and I didn't know why I said, "It's not a golden hair, why it turns into a stray dog. It's so chilling, it's so pathetic. Then one of the passers-bys, who suddenly changed his style after he heard it was golden hair, looked happy and fell on the dog side.
When I saw his ugly face, my friends whispered to me that you would not be a dog, nor a dog that grew like that, and then told me that you would see, the little one would not be able to estimate for a few days the good day, and that I would not have to treat him like you if I had listened to a friend, and if a dog had been adopted with a warm heart, I thought it would have been happy to see a passing man.
But I just want him to know that he doesn't have a golden hair, that he can look at it rationally, and the little guy's happy at this point, like he's been adopted, running around. And then two days later, when a friend went to change clothes and pants, he accidentally hit a puppy, and he was about to see how it looked, and he was so familiar with it, and he suddenly understood everything, and then he said, "Well, if you're not careful, the little guy certainly thinks he's got a long-term meal card.
And when I saw the dog, I changed it completely, two days later, and it looked like I was lost, and suddenly I felt a lot of pain when I actually saw it, and I walked in on it, and the little guy obviously didn't want to be near anyone at that time, and it was estimated that he had suffered some serious damage inside. And I'm going to take it home when I'm beginning to appease it, because I think it's really cold, and it's finally just been abandoned, and it's kind of hard, and I'm finally taking it home and getting ready for good.