More than ten years ago, I was a member of the Animal Protection Society. I think animals should be treated equally like humans. I oppose all cruelty to animals and want to work to alleviate the suffering of every animal in the world. So, when I heard about a homeless man with a dog, I immediately decided to find him. I didn't allow the puppy to endure a homeless life.
"I want you to give it to us and we'll settle it properly," I said to the tramp.
The tramp shook his head again and again: "No, I love it very much."
"Listen, you have the freedom to choose to stray, and we have no right to interfere." I explained to the tramp, "but we don't want to see it turn into a stray. Dog."
"No, it's not a stray dog, it has an owner, and I am its owner." The homeless voice was very firm.
The homeless words made me laugh a little bit, and I patiently said, "You are a homeless, so your dog is a homeless dog.
" He held the puppy tightly in his arms and kept repeating the words. The puppy lay quietly on his chest, hostile to us.
We still decided to take the puppy and give it a safer and healthier life. The puppy barked and struggled desperately to hide under the bridge. It was autumn, and the weather was mildly cold, and the tramp had laid a layer of cardboard on the floor, which was where he slept. Next to the cardboard was a tattered but thick cotton-padded coat, surrounded by plastic bags to form a windproof nest, which looked very warm. The puppy hides inside and refuses to come out. There is still half a sausage in the food bowl in front of the nest.
"It doesn't want to leave me, and I can't live without it. From the moment I met it, we were family. Please don't let us separate," the tramp pleaded.
In the end, I agreed to the vagrant's request. In fact, when I came under the bridge, I knew I was wrong. The tramp is right, he is a tramp, but his puppy is not a stray dog, because it has a warm home and a loving owner.
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