When I didn't know what was going on the night before yesterday, and the rain was pouring on me, and I came home, it was too dark, and it was the middle of the winter, and it was so cold, and I was walking, and it was as if a puppy was running on the road without knowing how, and it was a little worried, and it was a bad accident in the rain, and then it was squeaked by the driver, and it was really exciting, and it was so small and dark that it was really risky.
When the dog got wet and shuddered, but it was alive, and I felt it was pathetic, alone floating on the street, and raining, so I thought it would be cold to take it home, so I wanted to take it to the house, and I didn't know how to think about it, and I wanted to give it a natural environment that was essential, otherwise it would be cold and cold.
And so I took it back, and it was wet, and it was a pitiful dog, and it was a dog like it, and it must have been a good day for me to stretch my hand after eating, and it must have turned from a pet dog to a stray dog, and it looked so pathetic, and it didn't fit back, and it was a sad day to think about what it had been like before, and it was still raining, because I couldn't bear to leave it here, so I took it home.
And when he comes home with it, the little one gets a little bit loose at first, but gradually I realize that I'm not hurting it, and the doggy will be frozen, and it's always shivering, until after I get home, I take a shower and dry the little one up, and it's kind of cute, but even though I don't know what kind it is, I don't think it's important to keep a family.