We had a big blond hair that our parents had to buy home last year, and it doesn't really matter to us, because it's just because Mom and Dad are retired and I can't work with them every day, so the old man decided to keep the smart ones and the nice ones at home. When Mom and Dad took him home, they named him "Sweety."
It is true that hearing brings a lot of joy to Mom and Dad every day, but many of those who have had gold hairs should know that sometimes dogs like blondes are stupid, not all of them are so smart and listenable, and my family is so dumb. I've been doing bad things and messing around, and Mom and Dad talk about trouble, but this little guy's got a lot of fun. It turned out that half a month ago, on the weekend, my dad suddenly called me and said something was wrong and he had to go to the pet hospital.
When I got back to the pet hospital with Mom and Dad, the doctor checked that the dog ate something, was in a bad mood, had to operate, and waited for almost two. In the hour, the doctor said the operation was going well, taking a large rag out of the belly of the product. People don't understand why they eat rags when they don't eat dog food. The analysis may have been a few days ago, when the soup was spilled, and Dad wiped it clean with a rag, and it was full of gravy, and the idiot mistook it for a big piece of meat and swallowed it straight into his stomach.
Talked to the doctor. The doctor made a joke about your dog. The operation was a success and no problem at all, but it was the first time that such a stupid doctor had seen him. I'm actually laughing, too, and I'm pretty sure that my smart IQ is hard, and Mom and Dad say, "Let's change your name, don't call it dumb or dumb."