My dog ​​was killed by a Doberman in order to save my daughter. (1)

My dog ​​was killed by a Doberman in order to save my daughter. (1)

My dog

​​was killed by a Doberman in order to save my daughter.

The dog owner threw me a hundred yuan,

saying that the local dog was worthless and

that giving you so much was a bargain.

You also hurt my baby, so you deserved to be bitten.

Is that so?

Then I will beat it to death, and it deserved it.

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A Doberman bit my daughter’s skirt and wouldn’t let go.

My daughter was so scared that she cried loudly.

Dahuang rushed over before me .

Dahuang was a local dog, weighing only about 20 pounds,

but at this time its small body seemed to be full of infinite energy.

It jumped up and tore off a piece of the Doberman’s face.

The Doberman went crazy, threw my daughter aside and quickly pressed Dahuang under it,

shaking its head and biting Dahuang randomly.

Dahuang was bitten to a bloody mess,

but refused to admit defeat, biting a piece of meat on the Doberman’s chest and not letting go.

I was holding a wooden stick and was about to rush over to help.

But the dog owner grabbed me and said,

“You’d better not move. You can’t afford to pay for hurting my grandson. It will let go when it gets tired of biting.” “

What do you mean it’s tired of biting? My dog ​​is about to be bitten to death!”

I was so anxious that I wanted to slap her. The dog owner was an old local woman. She looked at me with contempt. She threw me a hundred yuan impatiently. “It’s just a broken dog. The quality of migrant workers is poor. They can extort money.” “I don’t want money. I just ask you to stop the dog.” The old woman didn’t move. My daughter couldn’t stand it and screamed and pounced on it. I shook off the old woman and rushed over before my daughter. After a few hard hits, the Doberman felt pain and quickly turned around and pounced on me. I was overwhelmed by the Doberman and my arm was soon bitten and bleeding. There was a big hole in Dahuang’s neck, and blood was gushing out, but he still stood up and bit the Doberman’s neck with his last bit of strength. The Doberman got tired of being bitten, and shook violently. Dahuang was thrown out, and it continued to attack me. “Binbin, Binbin!” The old woman finally spoke. The Doberman heard the owner’s shout and finally let me go. I thought the old woman was being conscientious. I stood up and saw that the old woman was holding Dahuang’s head. The Doberman jumped on it happily and bit Dahuang madly. The old woman shouted excitedly: “Yes, that’s it, baby, bite it to death, bite these uncultured local dogs to death.” The old woman’s face was splattered with blood. She smiled at me triumphantly, like a ghost. There was a muffled “click”. Dahuang’s head rolled in front of me. 2 “Ah! No…” I’m crazy! This is a dog that has been with me for more than ten years! Ten years ago, I failed the college entrance examination and was ridiculed by the villagers. I couldn’t stand it. I wanted to quietly jump into the well to end my life. It was Dahuang who bit my clothes tightly. Five years ago, I was mistaken for my wife by the psychopathic uncle across the street. He took advantage of my parents’ absence to ride on me and struggled with my neck. It was Da Huang who rushed in and scared the uncle away with several strong attacks. For more than ten years, Da Huang would send me to the bus stop when I left. When I came back, it would jump up and down at me from a distance. A few days ago, my father had to go on a long trip, so I took it to take care of it. Since Da Huang came, my daughter has been very happy and has been inseparable from Da Huang. She even takes it with her when she goes downstairs to throw away the garbage. I didn’t expect it to die tragically like this. The old woman hugged the Doberman, covered its wound and cursed at me. The Doberman was like a victorious general. It opened its mouth at me, stuck out its tongue and chuckled, like a person laughing meanly. My daughter went crazy and rushed up screaming. The Doberman jumped out with a glance, arched its mouth, and directly made my daughter kneel down. I ran over in pain and protected my daughter behind me. My daughter’s knee was bruised, her skirt was soaked in blood, and she cried in pain. The Doberman seemed addicted to killing, attacking my body in various ways. I hit it with a stick but it was useless, I couldn’t drive it back at all. Soon my daughter couldn’t cry anymore, her face turned pale, and her breathing became more and more rapid. I was anxious, picked up the hundred yuan and threw it to the old woman: “I don’t want your money, I just ask you to take care of it.” The old woman still smiled indifferently and said: “I told you a long time ago, my grandson will let go when he gets tired of playing. Don’t you understand Mandarin? You have to be so cheap for a local dog, and now you deserve to be bitten!”