This guy I picked up from outside, fed the little guy a little bit of food, took me home, took me home, saw me in front of my house, and the little guy didn't give up, but he left in advance, and I couldn't give up, and I took the little guy home, and he became a member of my family!
The little guy is very good, very smart, and every time he comes out, he's gonna follow me, and shit's gonna go to the dumpster, so I can pick up shit, and every time I bring a newspaper out.
I thought my dog was such a smart dog and it was not easy to do anything lax. I just didn't think I would. Since it's raining outside today and not taking this guy out with you, I'm going to buy food and I'm going home to see this!
This guy is really afraid of the first time he's torn his house. It has to be torn.
I'm getting a little mad at this guy, and I just can't believe he's still got a bad face: Master, aren't you usually picking up shit with this old paper?