At noon, on my way home with my uncle and aunt in the park, I saw a puppy following two big sisters. I tease the puppy and the puppy follows me. I just know that this puppy is not the dog of two big sisters.
I looked at the puppy carefully. The dog's body, legs and tail are all black; The long hair of the whole body is tightly attached to the body; It's like coming out of a puddle The puppy's ears are upright, its nose is small and it is shaking all over. My watery eyes looked at me and chirped as if to say, "Help me!" " " .
My uncle and aunt said, "Who lost this?" I think this puppy is so poor, so I said, "This puppy is so poor, I want to take this puppy home!" " "My uncle said," Your parents won't let you take the puppy, which will affect your study. " I quickly said, "I will give it to my grandfather when I leave, and it will not affect my study." "
When I arrived at my aunt's house, I said to her, "This puppy is so poor. I brought it back and gave it a hot bath. Aunt agreed, and the puppy was very good in the shower. The unkempt hot water soaked the puppy. The puppy shook his little head, his ears shook like a wave drum, and his big eyes kept blinking, which was very comfortable. I picked up its little feet, and it also cooperated with me. I held its little feet, and it didn't resist, so it was given to me. My black hair turned white after taking a shower. I blow the puppy's hair with a hair dryer. After blowing, wet hair becomes warm and dry and feels like cotton. The puppy has changed, all white, like a lamb; My ears are drooping, and my hair on my forehead is long and white, like wearing a furry white hat.
After taking a bath, the puppy has been following me. If you don't see me, you're chirping like you're calling me.
I will go to school in Xinjiang the next day, so I will entrust the puppy to my grandparents and let them take good care of it. The dog was still chasing the car when we said goodbye. After I left, I often called my grandparents and asked them how the puppy was.
My family has a little white dog. It is covered with snow-white fur and feels soft, like wearing a clean white sweater. A pair of big eyes turn straight, like two black gems; There are small ears on the top of the head, and the nose is flat and often wet. Grandma said that this is a sign of dog health; The pointed tail is very flexible and often swings from side to side, but if you hurt the little white dog, it will bark with its tail between its legs, which is a bit like "running away with its tail between its legs" in the book. I like watching little white dogs eat best. One day, I took a piece of meat. The little white dog saw it and ran around me. I spit out the meat, and the little white dog jumped up and bit with his mouth open. Then it presses the meat with its front foot and tears it bit by bit with its teeth. It was really delicious, and it soon fell down. After eating, it licked its mouth with its tongue, as if remembering the delicious meal just now. You can also contribute.
Little white dog is fun to sleep. When the weather is warm, the little white dog likes to sleep on the ground, with his front legs extended forward and his hind legs extended backward, or lying comfortably with his feet pointing in the same direction. When winter comes, the little white dog is afraid of the cold. He buried his head tightly between his legs and curled up to sleep. If the little white dog is happy, he will sleep on all fours and his stomach will swell with breathing. The little white dog woke up and stretched himself. He stretched out his front feet for a long time, took a deep breath and arched himself. It's very cute.
Mother sometimes sits in the living room knitting a sweater. When she was not careful, the wool ball rolled to the ground. When the little white dog's ears move, it rushes over like lightning, and its flexible big eyes keep looking for it. Then, when he jumped, he held the ball tightly and played happily. It jumps around, rolls the ball to the left, rolls it to the right, and slaps it with its front paws, just like a child playing with a ball. How interesting!
The little white dog is not only cute, but also smart. One night, we took the little white dog for a walk. Walking, I suddenly found that the little white dog behind me was gone. Where the hell did it go? There are so many roads here, will the little white dog get lost? We hurried to look for it, but we couldn't find it for a long time. I don't know if the little white dog was stolen or went somewhere else. My mother and I are anxious like ants on hot bricks, running around, but we can't see the little white dog. Finally, we got tired of looking. Dad said, "Let's go home!" Along the way, I was so sad that I kept thinking about the little white dog and didn't want to say a word. When I walked up the stairs, I heard a puppy barking. "Could it be our little white dog?" I think like this, three steps and two steps, quickly rushed up the stairs, where the little white dog has been waiting for a long time. Seeing us back, the little white dog shook its tail at once. "ah! Little white dog! " I cried happily and picked up the little white dog. I was extremely happy.
I really like this cute and clever little white dog.
I remember when I was a child, my home was in the country. The house built by my family is two or three stories high with a big yard in front. Since I was three or four years old, I have known a local dog who has been in my house. My grandfather said it was his father, my great-grandfather, a local dog that he brought home before I was born. "Black hair, green eyes at night ..."
My great-grandfather died less than two years after I was born, at the age of 84. I was born in February, 65438+ 1984. The local dog had been in my house for three months before I was born. I have been a single parent since I was a child, and my mother left after I was born. My father has been dead for many years, and the responsibility of taking care of me falls on my grandfather, grandmother and great-grandfather who are still alive. Listen to my grandfather. Because we are in the countryside, we often have one boiled egg for each person during the Spring Festival, and grandpa's eggs are often ground, half for me and the other half for the dog. Later, my grandfather left, and I slowly grew from an infant to a delicate girl who could babble and walk, and gradually had my own thoughts and sporadic memories. Sometimes I find that what my grandmother gave me is different from what she gave my dog. I will grab two in the dog basin and put them in my mouth when no one is around. Because of this, I got stuck in the bone several times, hehe. Every time I play hide-and-seek with the children around me, I always hide in my kennel and have never been found. Once I ate hot pot at home in winter, I took a large piece of meat from the pot for my dog to eat, but this time he didn't dispose of it as soon as usual, but sniffed it and fell down. I asked my grandfather what was going on, and he told me, "This is a dog hot pot. Dogs don't eat dog meat." As soon as I heard it, I said to my grandfather, "Then I will never eat dog meat again!" " "Dogs don't like to run, and they don't like to rub me. Their bodies have also changed a little. I asked my grandmother what happened to the dog, and she told me that the dog was a mother. I was so excited that I couldn't sleep for several nights. I've been clamoring for my grandmother to take me to see a dog giving birth, but she wouldn't let me see it, so I got the first litter of dogs in a daze (I really don't remember the specific ones), and my curiosity came all over. How did it come into being? Why don't you see "dog eggs" and puppies? Grandma told me that "dogs don't have eggs like chickens (many chickens and ducks in my family at that time), but they just gave birth to babies." "I listened to ask, where did they come from? How was it born? Grandma told me with a smile: "that was spit out from the dog's mouth!" "At that time, I believed my grandmother's words. I didn't know until I was fourteen that dogs wouldn't spit babies out of their mouths. ) ................................................................................................................................................................................
Slowly, when I grew up, I began to feel that my dog was not as beautiful as my classmate's, and I began to proudly ask my father to buy a famous dog. I also moved from the countryside to the city and went back to see my grandparents and dogs once a week. I am not as enthusiastic about dogs as I used to be, because I don't like why he is not a German shepherd or a hunting dog, so imposing, but a native dog. I used to like dogs jumping on me best, but when I grow up, I hate it because its paws are too dirty, which will stain my new clothes. Grandma called and said that the dog had another baby. I said, "So what? Just keep a few more local dogs." When I went back to see my grandparents, I found the room door open and the dog was on my bed. I was so angry that I "k" the dog. (I hit the dog for the first time) And the dog didn't run when it was hit, just curled up and made a little noise. From then on, every time the dog saw me coming home, he just walked around me happily and barked. He never dared to go to my room again, and never dared to come near me again. In the later days, because my father loved me and met my requirements, he bought me a Bassett. Dad didn't know what kind of dog it was when he bought it, so he bought it because he liked it. I said that I often told my father that it was a French dog (grandpa always told me that my mother was in France), so I named the dog "Miss France" (it seems really funny now). With miss France, I always go home. This dog really knows what I mean. From then on, every time I went home, it didn't bite Miss France. For me, it just looked at me with sincere eyes and then wagged its tail desperately. Just as I was enjoying the happy time with Miss France and enjoying the envious eyes of my classmates and neighbors, time flew by secretly ... When I was fifteen, there were many guests at home. In the past, when we ate, dogs always walked around the table. But that year, I locked my dog out of my house because I was afraid that my dog and Miss France would grab something to eat. There was a heavy snow in Hangzhou during the Spring Festival that year ... At this time, an uncle asked me, "Why don't you eat dog hot pot?" Very warm. "A flash in my mind reminded me of my childhood and my dog. I opened the door and saw the dog lying on the snow with green eyes. The snow was particularly bright under the moonlight. I watched the dog wag its tail weakly and said, "Come in!" " But the dog didn't get up, but still lay there slowly wagging its tail. I chose the biggest piece of chicken in the bowl and threw it in front of him. He just looked at it and licked my hand. At this time, my tears flowed down, because I seemed to know what would happen next ... I went to the house to call my father and grandfather, and they helped me carry the dog into the house and held it by the fire, while I kept crying. The dog's tail is getting weaker and weaker, but it is still shaking there. It takes a long time to open your eyes, but it seems so reluctant to close them every time. I cried and asked grandpa and dad, what happened to the dog? Grandpa said: "The dog is old, so stay with grandpa!"! "When I said this, I found my grandfather crying and my father's eyes were red. I looked at grandpa's photo and said, "Grandpa, I know I was wrong. I used to treat it badly. I will change it later. Don't take it away. Please, grandpa! "The great grandfather in the photo has been smiling at me and saying nothing. I have cried for the fourth time since I wrote this. Seeing the dog getting weaker and weaker, I can't erase the scene of opening the door and seeing the dog in the snow. I've been crying. Finally, the dog's eyes are closed forever, and there are two drops of wet tears and two drops of clear tears on both sides of the eyes. At that time, I didn't know what words to use to express my feelings at that time. ...
Dad and grandpa buried the dog under the camphor tree in front of our house. I close my eyes and pray, so go all the way!
Year after year, the old camphor tree is still doing its simple life cycle, sprouting and growing leaves. As a result, it left ... and the small mound below it was still so calm. In autumn, there is always a thick layer of fallen leaves on the mound, which makes it soft ... and the "dog closest to me in the world" is also under this mound. ......
Now, every winter solstice, I will cook a lot of delicious food for him and put it in front of a small mound ... This dog's name is "Husai", which was taken by grandpa, because his skin was wrinkled like a little black tiger when he brought it back, so grandpa named him "Husai"!
The story above is absolutely true. Recall my childhood, my love and my dog with people who love dogs! )
I didn't write it myself, but you seem in a hurry.
I wish I could help you,