My dog is two years old and never gets angry (1)

My dog is two years old and never gets angry (1)

My dog is two years old, and he never gets angry, unless he deliberately teases him and plays with the ball with both hands. He can’t catch it anyway. After they turn twenty or thirty times, his front legs will jump up and yell at your face … just one sound … which is almost the effect of “I jumped up and hit your knee” … He is a blue boy who can sing (ouch) to music and can dance with him, as if he can’t rap.

At other times, I never get angry. The dogs in the community even dare to ride the Chihuahua upside down. You can pull up the dog’s face and touch its teeth. Dogs love peace. People at home can’t talk loudly, and they can’t slap anyone or anything. They will be very anxious to stop them. It belongs to the invincible nosy type. When someone loses an unfinished cigarette butt in front of the street, it has to rush up and stamp it out by pulling the rope, so many people try to walk around the bottom of the building on the Ghost Festival of burning paper in the street … because it used to pat people’s burning paper with its claws … and its beard burned. …

After dinner, it will randomly choose a lucky shovel officer from our family of three to walk it, follow people with eyes full of stars, gently pull your legs with its claws, and keep pulling. Compared with my parents, it prefers to choose me, because it probably feels that it is the same generation as me … never brutally collides with my parents, but dares to grab the corn cob in my hand … and peels it. When my parents eat, it just sits on the ground and watches. When I eat, it even holds my arm and breaks it off (well, don’t eat, give me a bite, too). …

Every morning, if I want to ask my mother to walk it, I put my head on my mother’s bed and arch my mother’s hand with my nose. If my mother says to sleep for a while, it will go away and come back in a few minutes.

When my mother comes back from walking the dog, say, go and tell xxx to get up. The dog will provide a violent morning call service, and start to run up from the door of my room. A macho man directly crashes into me (imagine a red “danger” on my head) … A dog of 60 kg sometimes lies on my body, making me breathless, with his paws on my shoulders and his dog’s head down at me. His face is too loose and his face is wrinkled. Sometimes he arches me directly with his dog’s head. …

Keep your dog’s head down like this

The lights at home are dim and charming, and there is more noise.

After the age of demolition, I like to look at people on the ground, and it will lie at the door of any room where people are. My mother’s ears are a little deaf and the noise of the range hood is too loud when cooking. People often can’t hear the doorbell when they come. My dog was originally dumb. My mother told him to call her when you hear someone knocking at the door. The dog understands in seconds, and when he knocks at the door and rings the doorbell, the dog will give a gentle Wang, then knock at it and then Wang. When my mother was cooking, she said to her, “Will you go and see if your father and sister are back?”? He immediately went to the door with his ears cocked and his head cocked. When he didn’t hear our footsteps, he went back and wagged his tail and smiled at my mother, or his front paws squatted on the windowsill and patrolled around. When he saw us, he immediately ran to the door and waited. My mother sometimes teases him and asks him, who is dad? It will look at my dad and ask who his sister is, and it will look at me. …

Dogs have cleanliness. When the traction rope falls to the ground, they pick it up by themselves. They don’t like to drag it. When they are tired of going out, they will just sit on people’s feet … But when they play with mud in the Yellow River, they all become clay sculptures and roll in the rotten mud. Maybe this is Schrodinger’s cleanliness.

Jin Mao’s mouth capacity is really not casual. I took him to buy food twice, but he kept his head down and looked furtive. When I got home, I found that he had two eggs in his mouth … Once he accidentally bit it, and the egg white ran down his mouth, so the store couldn’t help it. I asked for a dollar … how could I still follow other people’s eggs! ! ! Someone gave my house a box of grapes, but the dog didn’t move for a long time. When we looked for it, we found that it was burying its head in the box and eating wildly. When we called it, it looked back, and then its first reaction was not to run, but to twist its head and grab two more … Didn’t it say that dogs can’t eat grapes … It made us nervous to death … and then nothing happened.