The story of Ansueni

(1)Happy puppy Angto ② Work
(2)There are many nicknames for Kang Sae, who is loved so much in the world of puppies that became our youngest two months old. The name listed on the animal registration card is Angto, but I like to call him Poongto The nickname my younger daughter sometimes calls me is poop, and the gentle pronunciation of the poop is Dongganga, and sometimes I’m a white dog
(3)The youngest daughter, Jeolmi dog, thinks she’s calling me and responds

(1)Angto’s discriminatory love ♡
(2)Su-jin, who is waiting for a day out that she can’t go out with, sometimes lies behind a pile of anger, struggles on all fours, grapples with a blanket on the bed, and howls, but eventually gets tired and sits staring at the door when it feels like it’s time for her family to return At last, the family is backI don’t need you, mom and dad
(3)He throws his whole body to the older sister who followed him and says something in a mournful voiceEven if you don’t understand, you can understand
(4)My dear sister, why are you here now

(1)After spending a lot of time with my three sisters, the next person is my mom. The last one is my dadAng-do is absolutely everything in my daughter’s life. I bought my clothes, Ang-do clothes, and many snacks, toys, convenience products, and so on. The male and female who grew up sleeping in the bed we’ve been together for more than 10 years can’t help but know that person. Next, I’ve never scolded my mom before, and when she touches me, my stomach hurts quickly, and I always wipe off the freedom of tears that flow down like cheetahs All right. Dad’s the last one. He’s good. He’s the best player when he’s playing with balls

(1)So my favorite family is my mom who feeds my sister’s favorite lettuce, cabbage, radish, cabbage, apple, and dried pollack, and my dad, who plays with me well, comes in second place. But when I eat, I always sit next to my chair and look at me with a cat’s face in boots
(2)I love you, but you have to lose weight. Food is given out when you cook, but food is not good at the table. Mom and Dad always give me food just by looking at the moist eyes. Hehe, I like dad

(1)I remembered the nickname of a well-mannered poop. It’s not because tears formed in her eyes, but the sound of her toenails hitting the floor of the room. So I can’t hear the sound of the touch now because of my sister who put a mat on the floor because she was worried about slipping and getting hurt
(2)When I was young, I praised him for being polite because he always thanked me for giving him snacks or food, but he changed a little because he was oldI hope you’ll give me snacks and give me compliments when I say yes and I need to rest