I was going out yesterday, and I was walking forward and I found a little puppy on the street, and I thought I saw it as a neighbor's dog, but then I realized it was a wake-up call, and it was as if it would run away in the next second. I thought it was a stray dog, so I went home and made it something to eat.
It looks like it's too fast to eat, and it's not gonna let go, but it's really good to be stuck on me, because I can't handle it, and I leave it in the dirt, and then it eats, and I think I'm not eating enough, and I'm making it a little bit, and after two bowls to the third, it doesn't even look at it, and it's really full of wine.
And then when I wanted to go, it was right behind me, and anyway I was going out, and I was taking it with me, and I had a dog, and I was small and my memory was blurry, and now I'm in love with it. Look. It, the way it follows, is as if I am indeed its master, and I say it immediately, whatever it is, it immediately follows me. I did love it when I saw it, it was a puppy and it was so good on the street, if only I could eat it and buy a dog rope from a pet store, and look at it so well, I gave it to him.
I thought I'd say, "Well, I found the treasure, and I was so excited, but I was afraid that the main act was too much, and when I came home, it didn't work for a second, and then I got so scared, and it didn't happen again. And when you screamed, I got so cold that I couldn't hear it, that it was safe to see that the stray dog wasn't well fed, and I didn't know that I had taken it to the street, but I suddenly found it in front of my door, and I got so excited that I had to bring it to my house, to see that it was too much that I thought of it, and it was very listening.