My puppy is a stray dog.
I have always liked dogs but I have no intention of raising one because I know that I have an unstable personality and I am afraid that it will hurt both of us. However, fate is something that you can never predict.————————————————————
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puppy is a stray dog (I don’t know how long she has been a stray dog, but judging from her glass body, it’s probably not long). During the Dragon Boat Festival this year, I went home from work as usual on a sunny afternoon and saw her in the community. She looked helpless, pitiful and confused even when she was walking slowly on the path. At that time, I was wondering which auntie in the community raised her (there are several aunties in the community who pick up bottles and take their dogs for a walk). ), and later I went home and told Mr. Pang about it. He also said that he had seen it two or three times, and it looked very pitiful. It didn’t bark or run, but just walked slowly and looked back every few steps. But I didn’t think much about it at the time, so I changed my clothes and prepared to go out to have dinner with Mr. Pang. As a result, when I went out and went downstairs, I saw the puppy huddled pitifully in the angle between two doors, with a clean instant noodle bucket with water next to it (the guy on the first floor had a husky, so I guess he put it there out of kindness for her). I felt even more distressed at the time, but still didn’t make up my mind to bring the puppy home (Mr. Pang and I were not mentally prepared to raise a dog at the time, and our wallets were indeed a little tight). Later, we When we went downstairs, she said that if she was still there after we came back from dinner, we would take her home. According to incomplete estimation, we ate for more than two hours that day. It was dark when we got home. From a distance, we saw two titanium alloy dog eyes shining at the door of the unit building. Yes, it was the puppy. She was really waiting for us. So I kept my promise and respected her dog character. I asked her if she wanted to go home with me. She didn’t shout but answered me with practical actions. Then she followed me upstairs, opened the door and went in by herself. The sausage I had in my hand was more or less useless. When I got home, I fed her water and dog food borrowed from a friend’s house, but the puppy didn’t eat it! I had no choice but to feed her half a sausage. Leg intestines (now thinking about it, it was probably because it was uncomfortable and didn’t want to eat dog food). After it was full and full, I discussed with Mr. Pang that it would be bad if we took this puppy back home because it was raised by some aunt. So we took the dirty puppy around the community and asked if anyone knew who she was or if someone had lost a dog and asked us to contact them. In the end, no one knew her. It was too late, so we took her home and prepared a cardboard box for her to put in the bathroom for one night and then go to the veterinary hospital for a check-up the next day. But the puppy refused to do so and had to see us, otherwise she would cry. Later, seeing that she kept crying, I felt sorry for her so I put her and the box in the bedroom. As a result, she fell asleep in the bedroom! It was 12 o’clock in the evening. I saw the puppy was asleep and I thought I could finally have a good sleep. But the next morning at 4 o’clock, the puppy started crying again and even screamed. I turned on the light and saw that the puppy couldn’t hold its urine and urinated in the box. The box leaked and there was a large pool of blood in the urine. Mr. Pang and I were stunned at the time. Our heads were full of canine parvovirus. Seeing that she was still crying, I asked Mr. Pang to take her downstairs to pee first and then wait for the hospital to open to take her to the hospital. Mr. Pang said what if she ran away without a rope. I said it was her own fate. If she came back, I would take her to the hospital for treatment. If she didn’t come back, there was nothing I could do. Well, as expected, the puppy came back with me and slept with me
the first time I took her home.
She was quite peaceful.
I took her to the hospital for a full body check-up and found no major problems, but a lot of minor ones, such as stones, skin diseases, etc. I prescribed some medicine and bought some food. After she came out of the hospital, I took her to have her hair trimmed, and she officially got her own name, Zongzi! (Don’t ask why the little white dog is called Zongzi. The reason is that neither Mr. Pang nor I got to eat Zongzi on the Dragon Boat Festival!) Anyway, I spent 1,000 yuan on this whole process that day, and she looked like a completely different
person after the hair trimming. She
was very cautious in the beginning, and basically she was either walking or sleeping, and she didn’t dare to make trouble with us. But when we first walked her, it was really annoying. Zongzi had stones, and she basically had to squat every 10 meters, and she couldn’t urinate much. It was just two or three drops. The doctor said she couldn’t hold her urine and should walk her more. So she walked three times a day for an hour each time, stopping and starting.
Later, the medicine for the stones didn’t work, and the stones were still getting bigger. At the end of August, she urinated here and there and tears came out when she saw me (she is really very well-behaved and sensible. She doesn’t cry out when in pain, just lies down and sleeps without eating or drinking. Even if it hurts, she will respond when we call her). I saw that something was wrong with her and rushed to the hospital with her. The B-ultrasound said that she couldn’t hold it any longer and needed surgery. Because they knew that this was a puppy that was picked up, and they had been spending money in the meantime, and considering that the surgery was quite expensive, the doctor asked me to think about it. Well, I thought about it for the time it took me to smoke a cigarette, and I paid the money to find a doctor. The doctor arranged the operation.
My eyes were filled with tears. The nurse teased her and said, “Your mother doesn’t want you anymore.” I looked at him and me in disbelief. Tears came out again.
After the operation, I went home with a circle of shame. I had a urinary catheter inserted
and repeated the mechanical dressing and feeding every day. Fortunately, I recovered well and the stitches were removed after seven days. But one problem after another came. The paparazzi had an upper respiratory tract infection and a crackling cough. There was no way to avoid it. I took the nebulizer again.
Later, I gradually got better and my hair grew longer. I took
a shower and went home. My brother said that she had less hair and then she became depressed.
In general, there is no choice but to choose one or the other. It all depends on fate.
At the end, here are some photos of you now
. I hope that in the days to come, your health will be better and your mother’s wallet will be fatter.
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