" good doggy, what's wrong? you don't like to eat bones? "
the hooligan was surprised to see that storm was not interested in his bones.
after all, this was a bone that he had specially prepared. the price of meat had been very expensive recently, and he had spent a lot of money to buy it!
in the end, the dog didn't even look at him and sent him flying with a look of disgust.
the hooligan was a little depressed, but he was not discouraged. instead, he carefully coaxed storm in front of him, " come, good dog. if you don't like to eat bones, i have other things. do you want to eat roasted chicken? "
the hooligan took out a roasted chicken from his backpack.
he got closer and closer to the storm.
storm sat at the entrance indifferently. it kept rolling its eyes in disgust.
