Hello Cool Dog

He was a man with a lot of personality. His messy clothes were stuck to his rugged frame, and there was eye droppings from a certain day in the corners of his eyes. He then dug his nostrils hard with his claws that looked like they had experienced vicissitudes of life. God, I bet there must be something hidden in his nostrils to make him work so hard for this! Yes, he breathed a long sigh of relief and smiled contentedly. It is conceivable that this pile of boogers means so much to him! I don't want to talk about the boogers anymore because they make me so sick! But the important thing is that now he is pulling the hem of my clothes with the paws that he just worked hard on, and saying to me with a mouth with strong bad breath: "Brother, let's go back, it's so cold..." I know that this is an excuse, his purpose is to wipe his dirty paws off me! I instinctively wanted to get rid of him, but that failed. I was destined to be ravaged and ruined by him! It wasn't until he felt that he had made my already dirty clothes as dirty as his that he retracted his paws as if he had succeeded, then lifted his butt off the groaning lawn, carried me and staggered away towards the bizarre and indescribable place behind him in the afterglow of the setting sun! Staggering away with a bunch of weeds, leaving only the moaning grass...