The daily life of my poodle Huahua.

The daily life of my poodle Huahua.

Later, at my house, I went out to buy pig’s trotters. My roommate who lived in the same room with my friend took Huahua out, put her on the dining table, and went to wash her face. My roommate and I came back from shopping with Yuanyuan. I don’t know if Huahua jumped down by herself or stepped on air because she was too excited and broke another leg. I was still parking my electric car outside. I heard a sharp cry before the car was parked. I was so scared that I left the car outside and came in to see that she was curled up under the table and kept crying. When I looked closely, I saw that her front legs were drooping. If you want to say that Huahua is not good, she is very well behaved. She must have been in great pain at that time. When I touched her leg, she bit me, the kind of bite that didn’t even leave a tooth mark. In fact, she wanted to bite through my hand easily… That’s another story. Later, the roommate left.

Later, the operation was completed. The doctor said that she couldn’t exercise often after the operation. So she could only go to the toilet at home, but she would never go to the toilet at home. Because you really couldn’t hold your pee, you peed on the pee pad and learned how to use it (of course, she wasn’t very smart. Later, she used our foot pad as a pee pad and was beaten for it. She also mistook the cooling ice pad for me and Yuanyuan on my bed and peed on my bed. At that moment, I didn’t want her anymore). In fact, the day after the operation, her legs and feet were very agile. She could walk very agilely with her little lame leg. About five or six days later, I took her out to the toilet. God!!! Her poop was really too much!!! It was thick and long, and the small poop bag was full…

Because she couldn’t exercise often, I would take Huahua out first in the morning, and then put her down before taking my Yuanyuan out. After I went out, she scratched the door and barked wildly. She even imitated the wolf’s howl once. (Later, I didn’t bring my mobile phone when I went out. I turned on the recorder and recorded everything for her) It’s not like I didn’t take her out. I took her out first and then took another one. Once, when I took Yuanyuan out and just closed the door, he started to bark like crazy. I opened the door and went in angrily. Then he huddled at the door of my roommate and peed himself in fear (I promise I didn’t touch her at all)… Anyway, I can’t love her and I’m speechless… Now I’ve given her to the boss lady of the flower shop (the boss lady is very nice). The boss lady’s family has several cats. Huahua matches the flower shop very well.

When she came, she didn’t even have a rope. This was bought by me. It can be used as clothes and as a rope for going out.

She always looks aggrieved, as if I owe her and abuse her. Every time I cook meat, she eats it first and then gives it to Yuanyuan. Because she broke her leg, I was heavily in debt, and I had to buy her pig’s trotters to make up for it, and soup for her…

Maybe I had never been so financially embarrassed before I brought her back and before she broke her leg. So from that moment on, I felt a little resentful of her. Why call her Huahua? It’s better to call her Huahua, or Sancai Tongzi, or even better to call her Sancai Tongzi. One operation costs 5,000, plus the emergency fee of 5,500. In one word, absolutely.

I know it is not right to blame her for this, but isn’t it an unprovoked disaster for me? Who would have thought that she would be carried to the table at home, and she dared not jump off the sofa, but could jump from the dining table. I can only feed her well, and she likes to sleep on the floor, so I spread a blanket for her and prepare a butt pad for her. But I can’t hold her and give her more love, so in the end I gave her to the owner of the flower shop at the entrance of the community.

She is indeed a very sensible and good dog. She doesn’t bite people or fight when she goes out, and she doesn’t walk fast. She goes to the toilet very quickly, and she is not a Tairitian (although they will sniff each other’s butts, but isn’t this the daily life of dogs). But a few of us really can’t love her. We think she is too scheming and delicate, and we really can’t serve her…

In general, we can’t love Huahua, not because of her intelligence, but because she is too smart and has too many dramas. I guess it has something to do with the other poodles that are hated by others.

Anyway, behind a poodle that can be hated by others, there is always the pampering and indulgence of its owner. This is probably the same as there is always a naughty parent behind a naughty child.