Here are some of the reasons why I hate poodles:
Let me give you some examples.
Example 1: A dog who relies on his master for power.
The background is as follows: Brother Tian Yuan who swallows his anger. My aunt raised a poodle. When the poodle grew up, she raised a pastoral dog. Tian Yuan was brought home when he was about two months old. He was small and young, and was bullied by the poodle. He bit people when they ate, slept in the doghouse, and passed by. Even when they slept on the ground, he would jump off the sofa and jump on their heads. I often saw Tian Yuan hiding and trembling. He was so pitiful. Tian Yuan grew up swallowing his anger and became bigger than the poodle imagined. He began to resist wildly, and his gums twitched when he saw the poodle.
One day, there were only three single people at home: Tianyuan, poodle and I. The poodle tried to provoke Tianyuan, and Tianyuan wanted to hit it. The poodle flew to me in a second, trembling and wanting me to hold it. I glanced at Tianyuan’s cold and murderous eyes, and felt a little sorry for the poodle. I was also afraid that if the two of them started fighting, I would not be able to control the situation alone (after all, the poodle was small and might get hurt), so I picked it up and said a few words to Tianyuan. Tianyuan calmed down at this time, turned around and ignored it. I never expected that the little poodle, seeing someone holding it to support it, would pull its neck and wave its hooves, howling and barking at people again. Tian Yuan was not happy, and when he looked back, the cold eyes came again. I was afraid that Tian Yuan would rush to me and fight with the poodle, so I put the poodle down, and then the poodle instantly became timid, and began to tremble all over and hum pitifully, and I picked it up again…
In this way, the above actions were repeated three times. After Tian Yuan rushed forward three steps in anger the last time, I threw the poodle, who was screaming in my arms, out at the speed of light, and swore that I would not look at it again even if it was bitten to death by Tian Yuan today. The poodle hid in the corner and trembled all afternoon, and trembled every time Tian Yuan moved. I have a golden retriever. I always put it on a leash when I go out for a walk. One time, I saw an undisciplined free-range poodle staring at us from a distance. The dog and I ignored it. The poodle yelled at me. I said: Hehe, ignore me, idiot.
The dog said: Hehe, ignore me, idiot. The poodle said: Yo, ignore me? It rushed forward five meters and continued to yell. We still ignored it. Just like that, I watched the poodle run two steps and howl twice, run two steps and howl twice, and finally pounced directly on my dog’s chest. In this split second, I kicked the wild gangster, but unfortunately my legs were short and I missed it. The wild poodle seemed to have suffered a great injustice, as if I kicked its penis, or as if I kicked out the unborn baby in its belly. It rolled and crawled all the way and howled towards its old man owner who was chatting with a group of old ladies. The old man glanced at me, and before he could speak, I spoke first: “If you come over here again, I’ll kick you to death!” The old man turned around and continued chatting about the old ladies…
The polite and civilized child Chestnut 3: Extremely noisy My mother-in-law has a poodle. Usually, there is no conflict between me and her, and we get along peacefully. Once I took it for a walk. It was a quiet night, a quiet elevator car, and the lights of the elevator were flickering. I was thinking about my own things quietly, and a quiet little sister was standing next to me. I don’t know what happened to the dog. It suddenly squeaked, and the little sister was scared by it and squeaked. I almost peed myself. Did the little sister step on its foot? No, it was standing in the corner playing with its mobile phone and didn’t move. Did it step on the glass or nails?
I quickly picked it up and checked it carefully. There was no injury anywhere. I could touch it anywhere. I looked around carefully. Except for the rope wrapped around its armpit, there was nothing else. Oh, it was because the rope was wrapped around its armpit, that’s all. I thought that after this detour you wouldn’t be lame, you wouldn’t be unable to walk, you wouldn’t feel any pain, and you wouldn’t even lose a single hair. So could you please calm down and stop making a fuss? If you are really unhappy and angry, can you just go home and scold me? It’s the middle of the night, and I’m here frantically apologizing to that girl, and the girl was so scared that she couldn’t utter a word.
She patted her chest and took two breaths, then she ran away as soon as the elevator door opened. She seemed to be terrified… (There is no picture for this post, I never take pictures of poodles) So that’s it, this is part of the reason why I hate poodles, with reasons and evidence, and I couldn’t finish even if I went on for three days and three nights.
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