Because I'm going a little further from the firm, only the morning bus. By the time I got there, no one had seen a dress on the bench, and I walked, there was a white dog, and the dog was sleeping in it, and I looked around, and there was no one.
The bus arrived on time, and I was in a hurry to move forward, and I came up without thinking, because this was the finish line, so the bus would arrive 10 minutes early, wait a few minutes, then go to the city. Looking at that tragic puppy through the window window, it's like it's under control. When the dog wakes up, will he be sad because of the owner's abandonment? Will it become a stray dog?
I finally lost my focus in the car, and when I got out of the car, I grabbed the puppy with my pants and was afraid to wake it up. The pilot seemed to know it, and he said to himself, "There's not much of a man of interest today, and it's up to you to bring him back."
I smiled, didn't answer. The little baby in the car wakes up and looks at me, and I'm afraid he's jumping up and down, but it's okay. The little baby's warm, lying down in my arms, getting to the business.
Now that the dog's been with me for almost two weeks, it's better. I name them balls, they're smart, and I'll take them out on Sundays, and I'm getting more and more humorous when I play the ball.