Sent a message to Qian Duoduo who was lost yesterday morning! I gave myself a little golden retriever on my birthday in July 2015. At that time, I said that he was three months old. I drove more than 300 kilometers to Yantai to get it back.
At that time, it was so small that it slept at the co-pilot’s feet. When it arrived at my house, it immediately became lively and didn’t recognize strangers at all.
After being locked at home for more than a month, I started to take him to the beach to play with the needle. He went crazy, and finally he played with me.
I bought a cage for it, and found that it had all kinds of wonderful lying postures when it was bored. I thought it was sleeping, and I sneaked over and found it with its eyes open.
It brought me a lot of trouble, and I became a house girl for it, so I stayed at home with it every day if I had nothing to do. Sometimes it’s smart and sometimes it’s silly, which often makes me laugh and cry. The cleverest thing is that I forbade him to enter the bedroom. After two lessons, he never dared to enter the bedroom again. He sat at the door of the bedroom and looked at me eagerly every time.
The golden retriever grows too fast, and before I can get used to it, it grows too big for me to hold. My little house is too small for him to run away. It happened that I was going out for a week on the eve of National Day, so I sent it back to my mother’s house. There are yards and little friends in the countryside.
It may know that I will come back, or it may be born silly and heartless, and it doesn’t miss you at all. It should eat and drink. I came back and found that my mother fed it better than me. I only gave it dog food, and my mother often stewed bones for it.
So I put it at home and come back once or twice a month to play with it. He is very good. Many people will say that he is a good dog when my mother takes him on the road. Hehe, the simple aesthetics of rural people, the bigger they grow, the better dogs they are. My mother has made every effort to make it bigger and fatter. Last time I went home, I found it was so big, and my mother still thought its ass was too thin.
The last time I saw it was on New Year’s Day. I drove to Swan Lake in Rongcheng with some friends and passed by my house. Qian Duoduo, a fool, is crazy. He doesn’t recognize strangers at all. He dallies with this and that for a while. This fool can only sit down and can’t even shake hands.
My friend said that Jin Mao was a devil before he was one year old and an angel after he was one year old. I said I would take him back to Qingdao to find a pet school to train him when he was one year old.
At seven o’clock yesterday morning, my mother called anxiously and said that Qian Duoduo was lost. At four o’clock in the morning, he went out to poop. My mother opened the courtyard door as usual, and he would come back by himself after defecating. But he hasn’t come back after six o’clock. My mother searched all over the village and broadcast it on the radio, but no one found it.
At ten o’clock this morning, my mother called again and said that she had searched all the surrounding three villages. It is suspected that it was stolen by a passing car. I just hope that people who like dogs steal home and raise them themselves, and I don’t want to think about other possibilities.
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