As a dog, he put on his clothes, thought about it, smiled and said, "I'm going to buy some clothes. What size do you wear?"
"170." She blinked her eyes as she was a dog, and a muffled voice came from the quilt.
Being a dog, he nodded and was about to open the door, but he heard a supplement as thin as a mosquito.
"I want underwear too."
Being a dog, he laughed out loud, looked at her flashing eyes, and asked mischievously: "Okay, how big is it?"
"B!" She, who was born in the year of dog, replied quickly.
As a dog, he looked thoughtful and kept rubbing his chin, which had grown stubble.
"It's okay with A..." She, who was a subordinate dog, completely shrunk into the quilt.
Hearty laughter left the guest room accompanied by the sound of the door closing.
They are both dogs, but he is one round older than her. Not to mention their respective problems…