 Wysłany: Pon 12:58, 21 Mar 2011 Temat postu: Our dog |
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| noon today, suddenly the dog house janitor staggered arch from the nest out, and then they lay on the ground struggling, very scary look. Dad said that dog do not know what is wrong with committing. Mom said it might be drugs eating dead mice. The original is the case, because the dog eating the dead rats. I think probably not saved Tag heuer, very distressed, very poor people.
aunt puppy is home, they are a family a few years ago his family went to the field, the family dog to pull into our home. Beginning not like it because it's unfamiliar look very strange, like always evasive, my mother said he was very soil. I like puppies before, but I went to play with him he always ran away when I no longer lopsided provoke him to play, as if to catch a hot face and cold paste other people's ass. But I still like animals, high school tease big break I went home to play with him , innocently, and it said the two sentences, touched his head. After college, two or three times a year is not forget to go home and play with him. After all, time will have feelings, so it was kind of heart, love of animals is still very strong. noon today I was eating my father put me in the house called out, the next is its tragic story from birth to death, I do not think any living thing wants to easily leave the reality of world to the unknown world. Tragic and terrifying sounds of the endless struggle with, this is the only death can do it for the death of the struggle is futile in my opinion, but it is really is an unconscious The face of death must be experienced before the baptism. At this moment I wish it flat and to leave, but want to how this will be, it may be full of nostalgia in the world, because it has not given birth to a puppy, and have done the mother, not cared for pup & hellip; ... things I write it in the same time struggling, maybe he should not regret the dead rat to eat Breitling replica, perhaps it home for the dog in the imagined scenario, imagine the case of milk to feed their dog, there are probably thinking I had not come to this house should not be, so I would not be late for the dead rat, it will not have died ... ... I am a very popular person, very afraid of death. I think the time for fear of dying cry of the mess in the future. At the time I do not know how wonderful this world Replica cartier, I do not know the future I will be a kind of me, then I did not expect, and line and only in the songs, colorful childhood, actually makes me want to carving the time to live, no longer flowing. life will look like. In that case I think he does not deserve to have had life. A man before his death also will be like as our family dog in the death struggle, I do not know the kind of struggle is also sad, or a fear, or both or just a necessary human physiology must dance? I think that it must show next week in the human world Tag heuer replica, and I actually see it in the eyes gradually dim up, is pained. I do not know why there are a lot of people singing a high-profile seems very calm and calm of life and death, and then won a piece of human praise and expectations. I think you sleep in the Declaration and the moment you say it has long been separated, you will not have a stable feel and a sweet dream, because you have already shaped separation from God. afternoon I will go and return it to this broad land, it turned into a loess last forever. I would like to Lu Xun, then |
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