It is very smart and can feel your joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, hatred, sadness, and worry.
Of course, there are times when you are angry, but these can be easily ignored by the happiness it brings you.
Because the big guys have already talked about their experiences in detail before, so I am here to remind those friends who are planning to raise a dog of some small suggestions.
Important things must be said three times: raising a dog requires caution.
Before raising it, you must carefully consider whether you can be responsible for its life. For it, you are everything. Its food, clothing, housing, transportation, eating, drinking, defecating, sleeping, walking, standing, sitting, lying, and walking, all depend on you. Never raise a dog on impulse and then abandon it on impulse. It knows everything, like a child.
Make sure you have the patience to teach it to learn, teach it not to urinate everywhere, not to bite things randomly, not to run around, etc. Although it is very smart, it will also be naughty and make mistakes. When it makes a mistake, you must educate it, don’t just beat it and scold it. Why does it make mistakes? Most of the reasons are that you didn’t educate it well.
Still need to be patient, golden retrievers shed easily, like to play in water, hygiene is very important. Don’t be enthusiastic for three minutes, don’t be happy to care about hygiene problems at the beginning, and get angry and disgusted when the shedding season comes, because cleaning is really tiring. But when you really regard it as a part of your life, these problems will be solved, or even not a problem.
Here are a few recent photos of our Coke. If you have any questions, you can ask me and I will answer them in detail.
Multiple pictures warning, traffic users are cautious.
This is Coke’s childhood sweetheart,
the one on the right →_→ is called Beer, a girl. This one rushed up to give me a loving hug when I got home
after not seeing me for a day. It’s quite strong. This is an indecent sleeping position at about four months old (´๑•_•๑) These two are about six months old. Taken with a mobile phone. It snowed today, and he didn’t want to go home after playing in the snow (ಡωಡ) This one was also taken a few days ago, and he is quite clingy, and it was also recent. This one is also early, more than four months old , this one is sleeping on my bed and playing tricks and not getting out of bed. A jigsaw puzzle, two to three months. This one was during the Chinese New Year, and he insisted on going to the bar with me. It was smoky, and I doubt he could stand it. This one is pitiful, he had a car accident a few months ago, and it was quite serious. The first night he was taken back from the hospital, I stayed with him all night without sleeping, he cried so much at that time, and lost more than ten pounds. The following pictures are all during the recovery period, he can’t take a bath, eat properly, and lose weight. Oh, I feel sorry for him. He lay on the sofa playing with his phone at night, and he insisted on climbing on me to sleep, and he wouldn’t go down even if I threatened him. This Teddy is also his friend, named Qiqi. He was secretly photographed while he was asleep. Hee hee (♡˙︶˙♡) I usually take him wherever I go. He was so sleepy in the car, I asked him to get up and take a photo, but he was reluctant. Wake up! Playing in the snow. Having fun. This video is naughty, I was taking a bath and he bit my pantyhose and played. I caught him in the act, and he was stunned . It’s a pity that his clothes were bitten and he was scolded a lot. This one is also his good friend, named Dudu. Dudu is already five or six years old, Kele’s big brother. He often follows Dudu to dominate the neighborhood. This is a puzzle of two or three months old. The last picture of this puzzle is Kele’s first two-hour car ride. He got carsick and vomited all night when he got home. I feel so sad. But he never got carsick again. This is when he was just brought home. He was small, chubby and cute. This is the first time he made a mistake. I criticized him and he secretly glanced at me. Three months. Three months. Three months. He watched from the window when he wanted to go out to play. The first time I took him to see a tiger, he was so fierce. I shouted at the tiger, a newborn calf is not afraid of the tiger. But later he became timid and would bark with his tail between his legs when he saw a tiger toy or a large doll. I love you, Pen Core. A serious look. Tired of playing in the park in the morning. Four months. A melancholy back.
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