's family has dogs, and they are pampered and carefree, and they don't want to see other dogs having difficulties.
I saw a video on the headlines today, showing a stray dog couple who both froze to death in the ice and snow. I couldn't help but think of a stray dog I saw a few days ago.
The cause of the incident was to go for the annual inspection of the vehicle.
Three years of epidemic prevention and control suddenly came to a head at the end of this year. People can move freely, so they went to the vehicle inspection station for annual vehicle inspection.
Under normal circumstances, there are about ten staff members in the business hall, who review vehicle online inspection information, insurance, traffic violations, etc., but almost all of them have taken sick leave, and only one person is busy at work. I also heard that there are only two masters in the testing workshop.
Many car owners are sighing and helplessly waiting for the results of the annual review.
For safety reasons due to the epidemic, I waited outside the business hall. Winter in the north is very cold.
A dog ran past him and hurriedly ran towards the corner of the yard of the vehicle inspection station. There seemed to be a piece of meat in his mouth.
I guessed that this must be the mother of a puppy who was worried about her family and was very hungry. She finally begged or pulled a piece of meat from a kind person outside, but was reluctant to eat it and hurried home.
The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I became. I went to look for it, but I didn’t see the dog again.
It's cold and the wind is blowing. I don’t know how long it took, but a dog ran in front of me. It was the same dog. This time I finally saw it clearly. It was a local dog, a rhubarb, and skinny. It ran towards the gate of the vehicle inspection station, leaving behind a thin figure.
I guess that if the dog went out to look for food for the children so much, there must be a few little ones in the dog's home who are waiting for food.
After all, life is divided into high and low births. For some people, the fireworks in the world bring a thousand kinds of panic and helplessness, not to mention the wild dogs that everyone shouts to beat, the local dogs that are despised by others.
I would rather be a stray dog again and again, just like the miserable bottom class. I would rather not have a new life born. I would like to open my eyes and see this world where humans with no love in their lives are entangled, a planet ruled by higher beings, and it will be difficult to live in the cracks.
But thinking about this cold northern winter, I still feel a little worried, wondering if some lives can look forward to next spring.
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