Today, the editor shared with you the story of his own Internet friend, about the dog, where the story began on his way out of class, picking up an abandoned golden hair in the garden, and the original owner left food and toys.
When I saw a man and a woman messing with this blond hair, I turned around and found the dog in the park.
I'll get over there. This hair is so thin. Then when I came to my house and touched it, the skin of his neck was so long that when I found him, I felt like he was walking a little bit, and I didn't feel strong enough to sit down or lie down.
It's almost 9 o'clock since he's found gold hair, he's closed up at the pet hospital near my house, and he's running away from a hospital a little further away from the door.
I think it's because the golden hair had a dog plague that the master abandoned him.
Take the medicine, take the golden hair home. He's been humming all night, convulsing, having green eye shit in his eyebrow, his nose is blocked, and his breath is not very smooth.
Maybe it's a new environment. I had an old man at my house because it was too loud for me to put it in my hallway and see it shivering and covered with clothes.
And as soon as I left, it was screaming, and I couldn't help it, and my family was up, and the dogs were picking doors outside, and it affected my grandma's rest, so my dad was even more angry. I've been with him from 12:00 to 5:00.
I'm a student myself, but I can't fix it, but I can't help it.
I was really weak, so I told my class that they were very eager to contribute part of their living expenses to cure it.
A few hundred dollars more or less is not enough to cure the plague. We must find another way.
I had a meeting with my classmates to talk about it, and it's still alive today, eating a lot of stuff, drinking a lot of water, and I fed it to a double yellow company. But I took something to go out and looked for it, and I found it downstairs.
He followed me out of the yard with my classmates, and we didn't hold the rope, and we wanted it to play by itself. Because his feet twitched, he walked very slowly. Me and my classmates are walking around, looking for information on the Internet, looking for ways to fix it.
It went down to the park, the park where it was abandoned, and it was gone!
Me and my classmates got scared and went to the park for a few laps, and they didn't find it, because it was school time. The first thing to do is to go to the park and find out what his name is, and call him a dog.
I didn't find it for two weeks! I thought, "If I find it, I want to treat it well."
My classmate comforted me by saying that he probably ran away, and it seemed like he was gone. It may be going back to the park, thinking of its owner, going back to its owner, or, knowing that it was dying, running away without anyone seeing it.
The chief wants to say to the former master, "You should not abandon the dog, even if it is sick. You can do better to put it to rest than you do in the streets. I hope the rest of the masters are warned.