My dog was adopted in July, 18. When I was two years old, I liked dogs very much. I had a dog-raising plot when I was a child, but my parents didn’t allow it. Finally, my economic conditions improved and I came up with the idea of raising a warm man, hoping to find a place to go in the complicated world.
I envy the hope raised by my colleagues, and one day I finally couldn’t help asking her for a day to raise it. This soft and real touch once again inspired my inner courage.
Later, my colleagues knew that I loved dogs deeply and found an opportunity to give me the fruit abandoned by my master. That night I worked the night shift and begged my boyfriend to bring the fruit back for a long time.
I didn’t have much courage when I came home, because the first two masters abused me. It was one of the golden retrievers, especially with timid eyes, and it was pitiful to melt my heart. My boyfriend gave me my totoro, and I always put it in bed and sometimes slept with it. After it came, I took it for granted that it was its doll. Every day when I came home, my totoro was lying on the ground with a pile of socks.
I once stole rice in my hometown, only to find that I was photographed to please me. I like taking a bus, lying in the middle of the back row most of the time, getting up and looking out of the window when I meet something interesting.
Coordinate Kunming, climb the western hills with my boyfriend, eat prepared snacks when resting halfway up the mountain, and keep your eyes shining.
Put on the wreath I gave you and you will be my dog.
Help! I don’t want to lose face! ! ! !
What’s in the shovel’s hand? Is it for me? ? ? ? It seems that I have to behave better.
I am a dog who can’t chew bones. You mustn’t laugh at me.
I don’t know why I sleep in this position. Maybe I am a silkworm baby in my dream.
Hum, in my heyday and beauty, you humans can only be the background wall.
On a lazy afternoon, my shovel and I lay down in the sun to bask in the sun.
Facing the sea, spring blossoms.
Fu Wenpei, please open the door. I know you are at home.
I ate and sang in my dream ~ ~ ~ la la la.
~ ~ ~ la la la
This dog leg smells good! ! ! !
Forgive me for being unruly and loving freedom all my life.
How can I be afraid of falling down one day?
Sell dogs, three yuan a catty.
Okay, okay, it’s an apple! ! !
Dung shovel, if you do this again, we won’t be friends
After all, he is a proud dog.
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