The dogs I have raised: Wangcai, a small dog, and Wangzai, a corgi.
During college, I briefly raised a stray dog. I found it on the rooftop of the dormitory next door, and then we all raised it together. After a few days, I was the only one who really raised it: the leftovers were in place.
So it only kissed me and would not eat anything given by others.
Moreover, I named it Wangcai, as it seemed that Wangcai was the only name I could think of for a dog.
I raised it for more than half a month, and I let it follow me when I went out without classes. As
soon as I got downstairs, it was in high spirits, and specifically got under the skirts of girls, causing the girls to scream. I called Wangcai, and it ran to my side, and didn’t forget to get under the skirts of several girls in the middle, which was embarrassing for a while.
But to be honest, it was pretty cool. My classmates said that this dog was spiritual and its habits were like mine. But I still envied it because I couldn’t get under the skirts of girls.
Later, a classmate took it to his fast food restaurant to guard the door. After a while, it grew a lot, but its fur was dull. Later, my classmates took it back to the dormitory, saying that it always had diarrhea and didn’t eat anything, not even boiled beef. I made a nest for it and fed it my leftovers. It recovered in a few days, and my classmates took it to watch the door again.
Later, it broke free from the chain and ran away.
After work, I was sent back to the city where I went to school. One time, I was riding a donkey and waiting for the traffic light. A sturdy local dog looked at me on the curb. I couldn’t help but shout Wangcai, and it rushed over and jumped at my feet. When I crossed the traffic light, it followed me. I was afraid that it would be hit by other electric bikes, so I stopped on the side of the road. It squatted, and I took out my phone to take a picture of it, but it ran away and walked with the other two local dogs, looking back every three steps, a bit like a scene in the animal world. But there were too many people, so I didn’t take a picture of it.
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Update:
My wife got a corgi from a friend, two years old, named Wangzai. I just called it Wangcai, maybe I think dogs should be called Wangcai. When you, sometimes I also call it silly in Minnan dialect, anyway, the pronunciation is similar, and it will respond.
A fat dog, more than 50 kilograms. I often took it out to fly in March and April. It was thin to about 47 or 48 kilograms. In the past two months, it has become fat again.
I dare not go up to the second floor of my hometown. I can only go to the corner of the half-floor.
With the intervention of a woman, it is impossible to raise it like a local dog. I feed it with dog food and bones, and go to the pet store regularly, which is expensive.
It is not as obedient as a puppy. So far, except for the command “sit down”, it has accomplished nothing. I don’t have the time and energy to spend on it.
At the beginning, its temper was not very good. It often barked inexplicably in the middle of the night. Once it bit my toe, but fortunately I didn’t dare to use force. So, I chose a confrontation between man and dog to see who can stand up to who.
The last confrontation, it barked at me, bared its teeth, and growled. I was furious and very disappointed. I fed it well, bathed it, and took an hour to blow its fur. I took it for a walk every day, and it turned out to be such an ungrateful bastard?
I wanted to beat it to death in a rage. I stood there with my weapon and called it over coldly. Maybe I was too murderous, so it got scared. From then on, it became a coward in front of me. Oh, it has no balls, it’s sterilized. Anyway, it doesn’t dare to be aggressive anymore. As long as you reach out your hand to hit it, it just lowers its head and lies down.
Now it has a better temper. Small problems and small problems are not a problem. Let it do whatever it wants. At least it has a little bit of awareness of being a dog. It’s a stupid dog. As long as it knows who is the master, it doesn’t care about anything else.
But having said that, although there were a few conflicts before, it still recognized me. When it saw me, it would rush over to pounce on me. When I drove, it would chase me. My wife couldn’t stop it. According to her, it often chased white cars in the community before. I thought it was me.
Anyway, I don’t expect it to be smart. It’s timid. At least it dares to approach a big dog. It was almost ridden by a teddy bear at night, but it didn’t get angry.
2023.7.18 Update
Various changes, the Corgi was given away shortly after my daughter was born. It was taken to a rural area in the next city.
The feedback I heard at first was that the family thought the dog was difficult to raise.
It seemed well-behaved, so it was not tied to a dog chain and left there freely. Anyway, its legs were short, and pet dogs had no ability to survive without people.
But soon the family found the problem. Whenever a white car passed by, it would chase it, and chase it until it was covered in mud. Some people stopped the car, but it jumped and barked excitedly outside the car, scaring the people in the car so much that they didn’t dare to get out.
Yes, it only did this to white cars, and SUVs didn’t attract its attention. Because my car is a white car, it has sat in it many times and likes to chase it.
Later it was locked up, probably tied to a dog chain. That family would also take it for a walk. Later, they said that whenever it saw someone fishing, it would run over and rush to the side of the fisherman… It scared people a few times.
I was upset when I heard this, because I am a fisherman and I have taken it fishing. But its eyesight is not good, and it often gets close to others before realizing that it is not me. I shout and it runs towards me excitedly, shaking its fat body.
With a new owner and a new environment over there, I think it must have been disappointed when it found out that the white car it was chasing was not me, and the fisherman it was running towards was not me either.
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