At a booth on the way to work the previous day, a middle-aged woman was found selling dogs on the street, not a big dog, just a regular little dog, because I liked dogs, so I looked over. I'm surprised that the dog's mother was standing next to the box, watching the baby's tits, and she must have had trouble with the baby.
There's seven little dogs, like a nest, and it doesn't look like a full moon. The little dog in the box screamed and suddenly the dog's mother jumped into the box to breastfeed the dog's baby, and it touched a lot of people and everyone accused the middle-aged woman of being too mean to sell it before the full moon.
I was a little confused by the fact that a woman heard that, with tears in her eyes, I came to talk to my sister, who had never worked in a nearby village in her life, whose husband had an accident at work, and who had a dog in her family who wanted to sell money to feed her family.
People on the road were moved by the fact that a dog was 20 bucks and a lot of people bought it for 50 or 100, and I know that they were trying to help. It's hard to forget the look of a dog's mother, who's always watching the passersby as if he was expecting someone to buy his own children to earn some money.