I had a 12-year-old rural dog in my family, to be exact, my grandmother did.
Looking back now, I can still remember the first time I saw her.
My hometown is in a village in Inner Mongolia. When I was very young, I moved to a city more than 300 kilometers away from my hometown with my parents. I can only go back to my hometown for a period of time in winter and summer vacations. In the winter vacation when I was 12 years old, just after receiving the notice, my parents sent me back to my hometown. As soon as I entered my grandmother’s house, I saw a small kennel built in the yard. I flew there at that time (because I liked cats and dogs since I was a child).
Reaching in, I saw a black, bulging little nursing dog lying on his back on a haystack full of nests. May be heard my movement, the little guy is not very agile rolled over, panicked to drill under the haystack, looking at this little guy while whining desperately twisted meaty little ass, I reached over and took him out of the kennel. In my hand, she behaved well and looked at me with small eyes. Looking back now, he should have been very scared at that time, but I was all excited at that time, and I might have been crazy. In this way, I brought this little black fat dog home with the greatest fear.
Little Black Fat Dog’s original name was Little Black. Since I came back, he has changed his name to Little Bear. So that at first he didn’t know which name was hers.
Bear and I got to know each other quickly, and we were inseparable the next day. At this point, a happy day of one person and one dog going up and down the mountain and driving chickens and ducks away was opened.
Every family in the countryside has a yard, and grandma’s yard is very big. Feeding these 20 chickens in the yard, these chickens look the same in my eyes, and at most, they can distinguish the rooster from the hen, but they can be recognized in the eyes of the bear. Because chickens in rural areas are free-range, chickens from neighbors often come to visit. Later, I often saw him chasing chickens, so I stopped chasing them as long as he chased them out of the yard. At first, I thought he was playing with chickens, but later I learned that Little Bear was expelling foreign chickens to prevent them from eating our food. Not only chickens, but also sparrows who steal chicken food, foxes and weasels who steal hens, and people he doesn’t know are all targets of his expulsion. Ever since I had it, my grandfather has praised him for his cleverness and ability to everyone.
Of course, he will also be beaten. He has a bad habit that he loves stealing eggs. One summer, grandma found that the number of eggs seemed to be less, and began to think that the weather was too hot for chickens to lay eggs, so she didn’t pay much attention. Until one day grandma mowed the grass outside the courtyard wall, she accidentally saw a sneaky dog beside the chicken coop, preparing to grab eggs. I am most afraid of the sudden silence of the air, and I can’t escape this fight. Since then, as long as grandma feels that there are fewer eggs, she will go out and scold the bear (because she has never caught the current one, so I am embarrassed to beat it). Grandma’s principle is that there are suspicions. At first, I was skeptical about grandma’s attitude. It was not until more and more people came to grandma’s house to report his black appearance that I realized that this guy really had a problem, so that I wanted to see what was in his mouth after watching him keep his mouth closed for a while.
Although she has some stains, she is still a good dog in my eyes. After all, she listens to me very much and has a short memory. Another summer vacation, bored, I decided to go herding sheep with my grandfather (going out in the morning and coming back in the evening), so Bear became my follower smoothly. That summer, I felt that I was the KING of the whole flock, because I had a good man, and the sheep didn’t look pleasing to my eye, so I pointed it to the bear. The bear didn’t hesitate to run over and grin. Although it was a fake bite, it was full of momentum. He began to admit his mistake, but later he learned to be smart. He ran over and looked back at me to confirm it, and then he acted after seeing my command. One night, when I was driving the sheep back, I saw a few wild bees flying on the wildflowers on the roadside (the size is bigger than an adult’s thumb). Suddenly, I was curious and commanded the bear to catch it. Without saying anything, I threw one down after three times. Just when I was happy, I heard a loud cry, and the dog limped home. At this time, the bear’s claws were swollen. I’ve never seen such a swollen paw. On the way home, I felt very guilty, fearing that the bear would die because of me. Although my grandfather said it was okay, I was still very upset. The child’s forgetfulness was so great that he gradually forgot it in the next few days. It was not until I was stung by an ordinary bee that the painful feeling reminded me of it again. Now, the feeling of remembering the bear’s remorse has been there.
In the winter vacation of 2018, I returned to my hometown. I have always seen the changes of the bear in recent years. A shiny black hair turned into a dull gray, and the original vigorous pace became heavy. Even the original teeth in the sky did not know where to go. I looked at him quietly at the gate, and he also saw me. He wanted to run to me as before, but he couldn’t. He could only drag his heavy body slowly towards me. This time it was my turn to run to him. I picked him up and looked at the joy in his muddy eyes, which made me a little afraid to look at him. Before I came back, I knew that the bear might be coming to an end on the phone with my grandmother, and I saw him as thin as a dead branch. For the next eight days, I watched the little bear’s life go by little by little every day and could do nothing. Finally, he lost his breath in my arms.
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