My sister will be 17 at the end of this year.
For a dog, it is already 100 years old. Maybe I should call it an aunt.
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The year I raised it, I just went to college.
At that time, I was worried that my parents would be lonely at home when I left my hometown, so I persuaded my mother to get a puppy.
At that time, there were not so many breeds of dogs, and a golden retriever in a pet shop cost 15,000 yuan. In that era, the house price of one square meter had not broken 10,000 yuan, which was simply jaw-dropping. So relatives said that there are people in the country who know each other, and the pug and the pastoral dog at home have mixed a puppy. If you don’t mind, take one.
So, this little guy was taken home by my mother.
When I first got home, it was still a tiny one, barking. I faced it and had no idea where to start. On the one hand, in fact, I am a little afraid of the puppy, afraid that it will bite me. On the one hand, I think it is too delicate, and I don’t know where to catch it so as not to hurt it.
Finally, with a wave of his hand, Dad got a bottle to feed it with milk and took a bath before he settled down.
I still remember that on the first night when he arrived home, he ran to my room and sprinkled a bubble of “golden water” to mark his territory. And I, not only not angry, but also worried that it would be sad to leave my mother, so I held it in my arms for a long time in the middle of the night.
You grew up with me.
In the years that followed, we grew up together noisily.
Every time he goes home on holiday, he has to go through a “pretend to be shy” adaptation period of half a day to one day. Yao Ming heard me coming home from a long distance, ran out happily and wagged my tail. When I called her to say hello happily, I ran back to my room shyly and hid, and then secretly looked at me.
After the adaptation period is over, all kinds of people skillfully “collude with me”.
It likes to eat anything I like. If I cook a packet of instant noodles, it will be divided into half. I eat Wangwang Snow Cake, and it crunches with me. Even if I eat ice cream, milk ice cream, it will lick a few mouthfuls. Anyway, my sister has it, and my sister can’t be less.
When I was lying on the sofa to rest, his favorite thing to do was “100-meter sprint”, which jumped on me at once and then squeezed into the small sofa with me. I sleep sprawled, and it will sleep sprawled with me in the same posture.
Mother is against it going to bed. But I secretly indulge it in bed behind her back. Sometimes when we are playing in bed and hear the sound of my mother passing by, I will quickly hook her from under my belly and dial her to the bed with my legs (she is absolutely not injured), and she will also pretend to be “ah?” What? I happened to pass by here, and I didn’t know anything. I looked around my room and made my mother think it just happened to come in. For many years, it was not until it was really too old to go to bed that my mother realized that it was often “mixed” in my bed when I was a child.
It is very smart and has its own temper.
For example, among fruits, it especially likes apples. I can smell my mother peeling apples from a distance, so I have to squat and wait for the leak early.
For example, it especially likes to bask in the sun. On sunny days, it will run to the sun with its little toy in its mouth. When the sun goes down, take it back to the kennel by yourself. Speaking of this, it is really very human. Sometimes I go crazy playing with the ball and leave toys all over the room. My mother growled, “Put away the things for me.” It will fart and toss the ball, toys and so on back to its kennel.
For example, it is often “selectively deaf”. When I know that everyone is scolding it and saying that it is “bad”, it will secretly open its ears and pretend that it has nothing to do with me, which makes people angry and love.
For example, it also knows how to “complain”. A few times, my mother disliked it and dirtied the kennel, so she just lost it. When I get home from work, it will come and hum to me all the time, and it will lie in the original kennel and give a long sigh until I comfort myself to buy a new one.
There is another thing that is particularly interesting. One day, he didn’t know if he had a nightmare. He came to bed in the middle of the night to coquetry me, and insisted that I put a hand out of the quilt. Then his dog paws hooked my hand and lay on me to sleep. But over the years, it’s only once.
I wonder if it’s because little bitches are sweeter. It especially knows how to coquetry, which is the kind of coquetry method of burying its head on you and “Oh, I’m so shy”. Especially when I seriously said to her, “Sister, I love you so much. Do you love me?” Sometimes, she will take the initiative to secretly give me a quick kiss, or just bury her head in my body and tell me in practical language, “Oh, why do you ask people questions that they are so embarrassed to answer? How can you not love if you love?”
Really sweet!
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