After carefully considering all these aspects and believing you can handle them, then it’s beneficial for both you and the pet to start raising one.
Back to the main story.
Background
I’ve been crazy about small animals since I was a kid. Thanks to my parents, I had the company of a dog when I was in junior high school. After graduating and starting to work, I couldn’t go home often, and I always dreamed of having a dog of my own. By the end of the year before last, my work and life had become stable. I looked everywhere on the street to find a Chinese rural puppy to raise, but for some reason, I just couldn’t come across one.
Purchase
After coming back from the Spring Festival last year, I really didn’t want to wait any longer. After some research, my boyfriend and I went to the dog market and brought back a white little ball of fur. (I can’t help but interject that the dog market is really full of tricks, and the experience was really bad. I really don’t recommend anyone to buy a dog from the dog market. It’s best to get one from a friend or a reliable private breeder. If anyone wants to hear about my experience of buying a dog from the dog market, I can talk about it in detail later.)
Since I had done my homework before, I knew that a three – month – old puppy is easier to raise. If it’s too young and doesn’t drink its mother’s milk, it can’t get antibodies and is more likely to die. When I was at the dog market, the little ball of fur caught my eye and was very lively. However, it was small in size, and only two tiny teeth had grown. Seeing us hesitate, the seller quickly patted his chest and said that the puppy was exactly three months old. He claimed that the reason it didn’t have more teeth was due to calcium deficiency, and that it would be fine after drinking some calcium gluconate. At that time, I was really too young and naive. Although I hadn’t heard this statement during my research, seeing the seller’s so – called “sincerity” and being really fond of this little ball of fur, I gave in.
Before going home, we first took it to the hospital. Along the way, it lay obediently in my arms, sleeping in various positions. During the one – or two – hour journey, it neither barked nor made a fuss, nor did it pee or poop. (Skr~)
It was like a little lamb.
With a melancholic look in its eyes.
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