I went to a relative’s house for dinner. I thought it was in the countryside, with few people and few cars, so I took my dog with me. He had a lot of space to run around.
I was afraid that he would run around and make trouble during dinner, so I tied him to a very heavy eight-immortal table at the door. The door was open so he could see me at any time.
I was eating happily when my niece said to me, “Auntie, the dog pulled the table.”
My first reaction was, “Pulled on the table? So awesome? How did it get up there?”
I quickly looked at the door, but I didn’t see the dog. When I went out, I saw a familiar figure on the road in the distance, a big yellow lump, followed by a crooked and staggering eight-immortal table, running wildly. . . . .
. Indeed, it was pulling the table. . . . .
Now, except for the old, weak, and sick, everyone at the table didn’t eat anymore. They all rushed out like a 100-meter race to catch the dog back. The dog thought we were playing with him, so he stopped and waited for a while at a distance. He became even more excited when he saw us running and cursing, shouting and yelling for him to stop. In the blink of an eye, he ran farther and farther. It’s true that four-wheel drive is different. The guy next to me was almost out of sight, but he couldn’t catch up. Later he had to go back and drive the car to catch up. …
Fortunately, we were in a remote countryside, otherwise we would have lost face. …
When I was about to die from running, I saw my cousin riding an electric bike and leading him back. Later, he followed the eight-immortals table and was covered with wounds. … Missing arms and legs was the least of his injuries. I asked why they didn’t take the table down, and my cousin answered that there was no room in the car. It was my great-grandfather’s table, and it would not be good to throw it away. …
The group of people who came back were so tired that they were out of breath. I didn’t dare to say anything. This rebellious son did this to me. I could only lower my head and eat silently. I was really exhausted.
The dog was drooling outside and being educated by another group of middle-aged women who stayed at home. Life was not easy. So be it, it was his own fault.
What are the advantages and disadvantages of golden retrievers? None! Are you not satisfied with having a dog to accompany you in exercise?
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I usually read the answers. If I am lucky enough to meet the right one, I would like to share with you some silly things about my dog, just for fun. Everyone in the comments is laughing and sharing with each other. How happy it is~ There are also bad voices. Just a few words make a final conclusion and make a big deal. At first, I thought there was nothing bad about it. There were also reasonable suggestions, which were acceptable. Later, it gradually developed into impolite language. I am a person who protects my shortcomings. If you say that my way of raising dogs is wrong and you have better suggestions, I understand. You are talking nonsense and comparing my dog to a bear child and a beast. Sorry, I don’t like it. Then use this to bring up some serious social issues, to put pressure on, to criticize, to show how socially responsible they are, and a set of combos makes it easy. Here I still repeat a point, we abide by the rules of life outside, and at home, I am happy to spoil my dog, who cares?
For those who are unreasonable and want to be scolded, I have a few asterisks for you “****************!” I hope you can learn to identify yourself:)
I am here to share interesting stories about dogs, everyone watch happily and share happily.
If you don’t watch happily, and you talk nonsense and argue with me, I will scold you even if I don’t sleep or go to the canyon for a trip. My work is relatively leisurely, and I can guarantee a long standby time, just for a chance to scold you.
Thank you, salute! Respect!
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