My family raised a super smart wolfhound, so smart that almost everyone who saw him wanted his children. When I was a child, my mother even asked me to take him with me when I went out to buy medicine for my father at night. I was 5 years old that year. The pharmacy was about 400 meters away from my home, in the countryside.
He can distinguish relatives from neighbors. Even if relatives haven’t come for four or five years, my parents can let them go home directly because he really knows them. Neighbors can’t do that. They won’t let them into the house even if they see them every day.
He can look at peaches. Even if the peach orchard is not fenced, he knows the boundaries. Villagers can do nothing in their own peach orchards and walk on the road, but they can’t enter my peach orchard.
Therefore, I have never cared about the style of Border Collies.
However, although local dogs have high IQs, they are unstable. I have raised several of them, but none of them have half of his style. Coincidentally, my younger brother met a golden Border Collie in the dog market, which looked too much like a Su Husky. It cost two hundred yuan to get it. It’s a small place. I like Teddy and Samoyed. Border Collies are very cheap. Especially the Border Collie.
When I take him out, I always say he is a small country dog. It is country, so he is silly. He never needs to lie when taking medicine. He chews it by himself. It smells delicious.
He has mites on his body. I took the powder. My brother was still struggling with how to feed him. He even brought a syringe seriously, thinking that if he didn’t eat, he would force it in. But he licked it in his hand. Maybe he knows the times. He
is used to taking off the sheets. My husband always scolds him for being stupid. But when he changed the gas tank that day, the master came in and didn’t react. When he saw the master dragging the gas tank out, he was immediately unhappy and turned around and shouted. OK, the house is well taken care of.
During the epidemic, people were not allowed to go out to play. People were very anxious, but he was not happy. He went up to the roof every day, sat on the ridge of the roof and howled to the sky. The old men and women in the village looked like they were watching the scenery. There are also people who take videos of him, but he is better. He goes up to the roof more diligently. On the day he doesn’t go up to the roof, the neighbor’s grandmother asks me if he is not at home.
I have a few rabbits. In the pigpen, he likes to look at the rabbits through the pen. At first, the rabbits were scared, but later, the rabbits got used to it. He would eat the grass thrown in. He also watched with relish and wanted to jump in to eat for the rabbits.
He hates combing hair the most. He jumps with heartache when he sees the hair he has worked so hard to grow being combed off. He wants to stuff it into his mouth and eat it. In the shedding season, it has become necessary for us to communicate by grabbing the hair balls in his mouth every day.
His hair is long, and the collar is buried too deep in his neck. I am always afraid of strangling him. Until now, I still use a chest harness. His ability to break free is getting better and better. At present, he can wear it for three minutes and break free for three seconds. I am like an old mother, carrying his clothes and running wildly in the street every time, but the child doesn’t like to wear it.
I can’t train dogs. I can only say that I am lucky that I didn’t raise a bad dog. His
appearance is sometimes high and sometimes low. At least he has a smiley face when he is tired of running, otherwise he has a serious face, like an old grandfather.
Everyone wants to see the photo of him sitting on the roof. Sorry, I don’t have that. He has his own radar. When he sees me, he flutters down. I even suspect that my ridgeback was kicked down by him.
Every time I go out to weed the rabbit, I see him howling with his head tilted back from a distance. My small fruit machine can’t even take a silhouette. When I save money to buy a telescope and a mobile phone, I may be able to take a picture of him.
In the past two days, he has unlocked the skill of giving away mobile phones. When the phone rings, he will hold the phone in his mouth and give it to people. Well, I definitely didn’t stop teaching him because he smashed my phone screen. I think children should be left to their own devices and not forced to grow.
This is when winter comes. When I take him out to play, the dark circles under his eyes haven’t grown out yet, and the shadows are heavy.
When I see the previous photos, I still think I have a fake dog.
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