According to my mother, it was sent to the parents’ home of a nurse in the hospital. They raised another girl, Samoyed, and Qiuqiu had a good time at home and had a girlfriend.
I have been afraid to tell others that I have lost the ball. My Weibo name and Taobao account are still numb with the ball, and my WeChat avatar is still the ball. I don’t want to mention him to anyone. I think of his pain in my heart, but today, on my way back to school, I saw my sister running on the road with a Samoyed, and after crying, I finally let go.
It’s good to be happy.
I thought about it for a long time. What was wrong in my experience of getting along with dogs led to our separation in the end. I never figured it out. Later, the sentence that appeared on Han Han’s Motor Weibo, which I have seen countless times in both the dog gang and Han Han’s Weibo, was that adoption is equal to not giving up raising. I instantly understood its profound meaning.
I told this story to a person, and he told me that I didn’t do anything wrong. I asked him, who is wrong? Is it a ball ball? Does it have to bear the fate of being born in a pigsty, covered in fleas and feces, being adopted by others, not being educated and being locked in a narrow and cramped space? I was wrong. I didn’t seriously consider whether I had the ability and consciousness to raise him all my life before adoption. Can I give him a good education when he was young and make him have a good personality? Can I give him an object to attach to when I can’t be with him? I didn’t. I didn’t think about it at all. I just wanted to raise a dog simply, willfully and selfishly. I wanted a little partner who could vent his emotions unilaterally. I know that it is impossible for people. People are complex animals that need two-way emotional communication, so I chose to keep a ball, but I didn’t take up the responsibility of being a good master. I loved him, but I didn’t love him enough. I was sorry for the ball. As a stupid human being, I failed it, as a dog’s life.
Later, I saw Qingzhi’s activities at the university’s Youth League lecture, and went to the home of love to take care of stray animals. There was a picture in it-a dirty Samoyed, which reminded me of the mother of the ball, the poor mother who could only stay in the pigsty for a lifetime and keep breeding and separate her children. I wanted to see it. I joined the big family full of love with a little self-interest, and I came to the home of love as I wished. He was lazy, lying on the ground without any emotion, letting people who liked him touch him. He didn’t jump on me excitedly, nor did he wag his tail. He looked exactly like my ball, but when I saw him at that moment, I almost wanted to cry. Samoyed, as a lively, friendly and enthusiastic animal, actually learned to deal with us volunteers like this. I felt sorry for him and all the stray dogs, who were so eager for love and cherish.
I wrote the story of this failed owner just to remind friends who want to keep a pet. Please think twice before keeping a pet. Please remember that adoption means not giving up. If you take him home, please be aware of raising him safely and happily all his life. Pets, like human beings, need your love and attention, and taking and giving must always exist at the same time.
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Off-topic, I’ve seen many people look at Alaskan dogs like Wang Keke and Xiaomoto, and stupid cute dogs like huskies. I want to remind some people that Alaskan, huskies and Samoyed, as sled dogs, are generally referred to as “three fools” and have relatively low mental retardation, but as sled dogs, they are very naughty and have the name of “tearing down their homes”. If you want to keep them, please think twice.
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