I've been able to see a stray dog in the neighborhood for days, and I've been seeing the owner with it before, but if it gets cold today, and I don't see its owner, it's just the rest of it wandering around the neighborhood and the streets, and then I feel like I can't believe it, and then I think I'll bring it something to eat, and then I'll tell me that it's too bad that the owner came home and didn't take it, and it's unfortunate that he just started to wander.
And at this point, I understand its true vagrancy, although I do not want to know that it is true, because I think that the master is good for it, and it is really inevitable. And then I saw it again, when it lay beneath the building where the master had lived, and looked cold and hungry, a moment that I could not bear to see, so I wanted to bring it home.
It looks like I've seen a second owner, a very passionate look, and then I just suddenly fell apart and met a neighbor next door, and I said, "I'll feed you again, and it'll get tangled up." I told you it's harder to get rid of a stray dog, so I don't have to ask them, or it's like you're too sorry to talk about it, and then it looks like it's really depressing, and I'll bring it back to my house and then I'll want to feed it, and it'll be cold.
And when it came to the cold temperatures, it was just so vagrancy in the neighborhood, so I brought it back to my home, which, because it was so impatient to let it wander again, was so cowardly when it arrived, perhaps because of the natural environment, that it was expected to be well integrated, then long, and to be able to get through with it. In the end, that fate doesn't mean you'll meet.