As soon as the morning had been closed, Ms. Lee had left in a hurry to do her work. She sent a message in her group: "Who's got time to walk my kid?" I didn't think these guys were going to do anything.
The first wave opened the door to her house and the golden hair was so excited to shake the tail.
The second wave of relays is still in a state of shock.
By the third trip, the little guy had begun to protest with his bitter little eyes.
In the best case, the fourth tortuous dog drags out with a paraplegic blanket!
That night, Ms. Lee pushed the door open and saw her family's baby stupor at the door, hearing noise and barely lifting her eyelids, and not even her favorite chicken dry.
Watching the dog with his unloved face and watching the surveillance back at home, she finally understood what "excessive love" was -- it wasn't a dog walk, it was a demonic training class!
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"When the last girl walks the dog, I'm gonna walk the dog. The dog's in a coma. He can't stand up. I'm gonna get out."
"The last sister: I have strength and means."
"Golden: Why don't you report to the group after work."
"Friends from behind: Your dog is a little lazy, not very moving, a big lazy dog."