There are no animals in this world who are as humane as dogs and loyal to their masters, especially our Chinese dog, Chinese field dog, what we call a dog, a dog. Friends who believe in dogs know that dogs are poor, absolutely loyal to their masters, and depend on them. Perhaps dogs are only part of a human being, but for dogs you are the whole of it, with only one master, with only one master, with no dog, with no outsiders. Maybe the dog is one of the best gifts God has ever given to mankind.
Ten years ago, in the grass by the roadside, I found a milk dog with a long tooth, and the sound of the wa-wow got my attention. Given the cold weather, if I didn't take it back, it wouldn't have survived tonight, freezing to death in the grass, so I took it home.
When I got home, I cut a piece of cotton blanket and made it a simple dog's nest, and I saw it barking, and I knew I was hungry, so I went out to buy milk powder, and then I washed it up and waited for the proper temperature to feed me. It, with spoons, it's really hard not to drink much, and the bottle didn't, so I thought about putting my finger in its mouth, and the dog was really good, and he was sucking my finger like a dog's mother's nipple, and my finger was almost red, so I patiently fed it with a bowl of milk.
Every day and for more than half a month, I fed it the same way, and the dog grew up and had some rice and soup. I named it Yellow, who was living and dancing every day, and I was happy to see him back home, lying on my feet, not wanting me to lift up, and then hugging him to let him go, and I really liked it, and I grew it up, and I had a deep relationship base, and I really thought it was a part of my family. It's easy to train it to do things that I thought might not learn, but what I didn't realize was that it was smart enough to learn more than a dozen times, and I didn't forget that I bought ham sausage to encourage it, and it didn't taste so good.
Remembering the past few years, Yellow has brought me so many joys, and has accompanied me throughout my youth. One of the things I'm proud of is that I trained it, that my mother gave it to Huang, that every morning my mother put a basket of bamboo on his head, and then wrote her name on a card, put it together in the basket with a rubber band, that Huang ran to the garden and showed it to the stand, that the owner knew Wong, and that the owner of the garden made it in accordance with the name of the card, and that if there was no meat, the dog would run to the meat stand, and the owner would see no meat written on the plate, and then she would leave the plate in the basket, and Huang would leave the meat stand, and sometimes the meat would be a little meat, which would be a reward.
Of course, it's been a long time since Yellow left me, and for 10 years now, it's a bit older than a dog, and I remember very well that Wong loved Ken's bones before he was born, and that he was happy every time he gave them bones, and he hid them for the next time. When I was old, I saw the yellow teeth falling off, giving him bones that he couldn't eat, and the yellow had been hungry for a long time, and I knew it was a sign that Yellow was leaving me.
Isn't it amazing to hear my story? Yeah, it's my dog. It's very human. It really knows everything. If you were the owner of the dog, you'd believe all this, wouldn't you? Especially the dog!
In the end, I sincerely hope that humans will be good to dogs. Dogs are the most loyal. You can't love them, but please don't hurt them, because they are flesh and blood! If you see a stray dog on the side of the road, if you have something to eat or drink, don't be mean, give them something to eat or drink, it's better than hurting them, isn't it?
May the dogs of the heavens not be harmed, and my yellow be as happy as in heaven!
Source: Fox Search.