My furry friend is already one year old. I love him very much. If I were given another chance, I would not choose to raise a Samoyed. But I have already gotten into trouble and I will take responsibility to the end. I rarely see Samoyeds on the street when I walk him. It is indeed difficult to raise. It is like a child. The main reasons are as follows:
First, he is very greedy but has a fragile stomach. His stomach is very fragile and he is super sensitive to temperature.
Second, he sheds a lot of hair in summer. I need to comb his hair for at least half an hour every day. I walk him twice in the morning and evening, which takes about an hour. He is very energetic and naughty. I am a lazy person. Usually, my boyfriend walks him and takes me for a walk.
Third, when he was young, he loved to destroy the house, clothes, toilet paper, socks, sofas, plants, headphones, skin care products, etc. He especially loved my sofa. . . . Once, he took out thousands of cash from my wallet. Fortunately, I found it in time. When he is eight or nine months old, he will no longer have the problem of destroying the house, unless he deliberately retaliates against you.
Fourth, it costs money to raise a Samoyed. You need to feed it dog food, bath it, get it sick, deworm it, feed it milk and meat, trim its paw hair, clean its ears, brush its teeth, wash its paws. In short, it costs money, effort and time. Also, it is very strong. . . .
Of course, it loves me very much, and it is not stupid at all. It is very smart. It will not give up. It will protect me when I am bullied, and it can warm the bed in winter. Here are some photos of the furry child… I brought the furry child home when he was 45 days old. My boyfriend said that I was too lazy and was afraid that I would be too idle, so he asked me to keep him so that he could exercise.
The first time I took him out, he walked cautiously, was afraid of seeing people, and liked to hide in the bushes. When he was young, he had some tear marks. After returning home, he paid attention to his diet. When he grew up, the tear marks disappeared.
I took CC to pick oranges. I was on duty at the roadside andshowed my mischievous nature. I looked like I needed to be punished.
I found out that CC was biting my shoes secretly. I took CC home for the Chinese New Year and rested at the service area. I went to the dog park and only likedto play with I was tired.
My favorite photo is “How to relieve worries, only CC” is cool . Ididn’t go home for the Chinese New Year with my boyfriend. I was admitted to another place because of the epidemic.
My baby has grown up. A recent photo. CC is now three years old. A little fat girl weighing more than 80 pounds, white and plump. I hope it can stay healthy.
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