My Bichon Frise is now three and a halfyears old.

My Bichon Frise is now three and a halfyears old. He is a little boy.

I brought him home on impulse at first. I was not prepared to raise a dog. In fact, I think it was quite irresponsible. When he first came to me, that week was the most torturous time for me. He had just left his mother and felt very insecure. I was his only support. So every night I had to hold him in my arms and coax him to sleep and then quietly put him in the cage (because there were wires on the ground, so I had to put him in the cage). He would wake up at night, and he would hum when he couldn’t see me. At this time, whether it was one or two o’clock in the morning or four or five o’clock, I had to sit on the ground and hold him to doze off. (So he is very close to me now, and no one can replace him* (๑´∀`๑)ง*) He and I have also suffered a lot. I didn’t know a lot of things when I first raised a dog, and I was crossing the river by feeling the stones.

Later, he grew up slowly, and I took many detours in the middle. There were also times when I was poor and didn’t have the money to pay for his vaccinations in full, so I ate boiled fish balls to fill my stomach. During this period, he moved with me three times and suffered from gastroenteritis, colds, ear mites, skin diseases, etc. Skin diseases are really difficult to treat and not easy to get rid of. In particular, you should pay attention to his skin not getting wet. If you find it wet, blow it dry in time. He doesn’t like to eat dog food, and the nutrition is not enough, so he has a lot of minor problems.

Later, I took him back to my hometown. He was taken care of and loved by my parents. He started his lawless life as a little emperor.

He waited for me to throw toys,

ate snacks in my hand,

blew the wind, basked

in the sun,

accompanied me to play ball,

played games with me,

showed off on my dad’s lap,

wore new clothes, and was happy,

waiting for me to wash my hair at the bathroom door,

begged me to give him snacks,

liked to ride in the car,

slept in a daze, and was often posed

. It is worth mentioning that my parents later took much more care of him than I did, and his appetite was much larger than before, and his previous minor problems never recurred. I often play the role of disciplining him, but he is still the closest to me and listens to me the most. When he is sick, he will stick to me all the time. When I am away from home for a few days, he will often run to my room to check on me. Maybe he really regards me as his mother. He is also getting smarter, he knows how to please people, he knows how to judge people, just like a little kid. (╥╯﹏╰╥)งNow he has replaced me as the apple of my parents’ eyes.

Maybe this question is not relevant to the topic. I just write whatever I want to write. Please don’t blame the author (*σ´∀`)σFinally

, I want to say that no matter it is a Bichon Frise or any other breed of dog, if you raise it, you have to be responsible for it. It is your life. Raising a dog is like raising a child. You have to cultivate feelings, educate it, reward and punish it clearly, and be patient. Because it may lose its temper, get sick, go to the toilet indoors, be naughty, rummage through the trash can, and many other troubles. I hope that if you really have a dog, you will let it live a happy life. Because his dependence and trust in you will also double your happiness.