Over the years, I have seen countless adoptions on the Internet, which means never giving up. I have always paid little attention to this sentence. Finally, after many years, I understand the heavy meaning.
In the second year of senior high school, I found that I had lost all my friends in an instant, so I went crazy and tried to insert myself into other people’s circles like I had autism, but I found that I had lost my ability to speak. With so many friends in junior high school, I was not willing to become a wandering ghost. I was too eager to have a small partner who said everything. So in front of my mother, I wanted to have a small partner who worked hard every day and didn’t work hard in emotional communication. Regardless of the family’s opposition, I asked my father’s comrade-in-arms, the husband of a pet doctor, if there was a recently born puppy. Unfortunately, it was an autumn, and I asked around about only a litter of newly born Samoyeds. All the way, I bumped into a dog farm in a small village, which was actually transformed with a pigsty. I followed the owner of the kennel around the winding path and walked to the front of one of the pigsty. There was a Samoyed in the rusty and winding iron gate, and I couldn’t see the white fur all over. I was covered with fleas and uncleaned feces, and I couldn’t see the pure and noble appearance in the pictures on the Internet. The owner of the kennel opened the door, and a litter of puppies swarmed out, and I picked the fattest and cutest one and fled with him.
After taking it back to the pet hospital for careful cleaning, I brought it home, a little Samoyed who just turned one month old, and it also gave me a big surprise. Before, I searched on the Internet and introduced that the puppy wouldn’t adapt to it when it got home for the first time, and it would keep barking at home, but it was different. As soon as I got home, I fell asleep on the floor happily and quietly, looking at it as white as a snowball, and I gave it a name.
The ball ball
The next day, when I was in class, my head was full of it. I was worried that it would not know that the wires at home were bitten and electrocuted.
I’m worried about whether it can jump down the stairs of our house to drink water when it’s thirsty. I’ve never been so eager for the bell to ring after class, and I can’t wait to jump off the bench and fly home immediately. My ball, after I got home, lay quietly on the floor like a sleepy child. At that moment, the joy from generate in my heart blossomed.
At the age of three months, when it should be vaccinated, I took it out of the house with Gao Yue for the first time and went to the pet hospital. Since it was born, I haven’t seen so many people and cars. Timid, it didn’t even dare to get off the ground and sat down on the ground with four legs soft. In distress situation, the two of us had to eat with this little guy weighing ten kilograms.
Later, when he grew up, he became a five-month-old puppy, and his face began to become sharp, and he grew a heart-shaped monkey face. The puppy began to change his teeth in May and June, and the growth of new teeth was unbearable. They would try their best to rub on objects to get comfort, and his favorite toy was my slippers. At that time, my second aunt helped take care of my grandmother at home. She had raised many dogs and decided to train him as a well-trained one when he was young. My second aunt always takes out her slippers to remind her where she can move and where she can’t move when she is exploring with her little black nose. But I think she is still young, and now there is no need to be too harsh on her. She always blocks her slippers and provides an umbrella for her naughty dog. At that time, how could I have thought that an uneducated puppy would become so difficult to control when she grows up?
He is one year old, and I have successfully become the most stressful senior three dog in people’s mouth. There is a wave of playing for three nights in school, and I have caught the last bus of this wave. I have less time to take care of him. He is like a grass that grows naturally under ideal conditions, and he has become more and more willful and arrogant without the repair of the gardener. He can howl at home all night if anything doesn’t suit his wishes, and he has to bite when he sees curious things. I don’t have time to manage it, so I have to keep it in my room. My mother, as an outpatient doctor who sees 80 patients a day, doesn’t have time to walk it. She didn’t support my dog for the first time. I stared at her and asked her if she would deprive me of my last friend. I cried in front of her, but the ball didn’t know what happened and was finally released.
In June, after the tense senior three, I finally had free time to play with him. I spent perhaps the best three months of his one-year-old life and my three years in high school with him, and then
I’m leaving.
I’m going to another city to continue another unknown life, which may be good or bad, and its known is that I can only be locked in that narrow space, looking forward to when my father comes home and takes him out to play. (It’s too big for my mother to pull it alone, and Samoyed can’t keep it.) When I got to the university, I asked my parents for photos of it every now and then to see how it was going. They were busy. It took almost a month to send a photo of him going out to play, but those few poor photos sent me a message again and again. It was getting thinner and thinner. I suddenly realized how my mother, who didn’t support and like my dog, would take the initiative to contact and feed him. I like it, I like the ball, I love him, but I can’t ask it to bear such a fate because of my personal liking. I can’t ask my mother, who is busy and exhausted every day, to keep a dog and walk the dog for me because of my liking. That day, I lay in my bedroom bed and silently thought about it all night, and told my mother on WeChat the next day.
You can send it away.
Mom replied four words, are you willing? I said, willing, my heart is growling, I am not willing, I am reluctant, I want it, I want to raise it, but I am not willing to do anything. My hands are not that long, and I can’t touch it.
From then on, I lost the ball in my life.
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