When I stepped out of home
Because it somehow knew
I had biscuits in my bag
It followed me here and there
And when it started raining,
It ran ahead of me to
Get to a dry shaded place
I had no choice but to go
behind him to the shaded place
And it kept nibbling the bag
And also my finger too
I gave my biscuits to the dog
And it wagged its tail at me
And by the time the rain ended
He had become friends with me
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