I wonder if you find that the attitude towards stray cats seems to be more tolerant than that of stray dogs, as well as the “love” of the world. Why is the gap between cats and dogs so wide?
On the one hand, cats are more amenable to human beauty, and even when they wander, they can keep their appearance clean and clean, with stray dogs mostly as gray as dirt, with their faces on their faces, and with a bad look.
There is also a very important reason why stray dogs are perceived by many as offensive and like to bite, which is a general stereotype of stray dogs.
In fact, most stray dogs do not get hurt for no reason, fighting means getting hurt, which is fatal to every stray dog.
Most stray dogs can't escape from humans without showing a violent side. On the surface, they are obnoxious in their mouths.
"Sherander's moaning stray dog."
In mid-February of this year, when the snow fell in Beijing, the minimum temperature fell to zero, and when the scavenger went home from work, it appeared that there was something brown in the snow pile on the side of the road, shaking a little bit, walking closer, and finding that it was a dog.
It's hard to feel like the snowflakes that don't stop and fall, but the dogs that don't have nowhere to go, have to convulsion their bodies in a way that keeps them warm, and the dog's fur is covered with ice crystals, and the ice that's beneath it becomes water.
The dog seemed nervous when it found itself close to its own humans, but it seemed to have no strength to run away, with its teeth squeezing and squealing at the shit-throwing officer to warn her to stay away from herself.
Then he learned from the inhabitants that the dog had been abandoned, that it had been in the neighborhood for a long time, that it was not going anywhere, that it was in the neighborhood, that it was waiting for its master.
Even when we first met, the dog showed some rejection of the scavenger, but she came home and still couldn't forget the picture of the dog crumbling in the snow.
The scavenging officer made a room for the dog with a box, with a thick little blanket in it, at least so that the dog could stay out of the cold and survive the harsh winter.
The next day, the Squawk Officer took the nest and put food and water around it, probably starving. The Wang Stars ate all their food, which moved the Squawkster to the point where there were other good people who had put food near the dog's nest.
However, there was more than goodwill in the world, and a few days later, the scavenging officer found that she had made a nest for the dog, that it had been vandalized, that the box had disappeared and that it had only a small mat in it.
The dog started to change.
The Squawk Officer made a new nest for the dog and fed the Wang Star for several days, but saw the Squawk and ran away.
On that day, when the shit shovel walked in the neighborhood and suddenly felt a footsteps behind her back, she looked back and looked at the dog, the little one, who was sneaking after himself and when the shit shovel approached himself, it would still shine white teeth and turn around and run away.
But the Squawk knows that the dog's attitude to himself is slowly changing! Every time we meet in the neighborhood, the dog shakes his tail with joy and follows her all the way, escorts the squawk officer downstairs, and in order to get close to each other, the squawk officer picks a nice name for the dog, “flush”.
About a week after feeding the fur, the Scavenger with a tow rope, tried to trap the Starman and shave it out of its long hair like armor. I didn't think it was easy to put a tow rope on it.
The dog who's being held by a shit-throwing officer looks so happy, he looks up every step of the way and thinks he's finally loved!
Upon arrival at the pet hospital, however, the hair reverted to its ferocious appearance, fearing that it would bite, and the staff declined the request to cut the hair for the dog.
It's strange that you can't help yourself to cut your own hair, but you can't do it in a pet shop, and you can't do it. At this time it's only trusting a shit shovel officer.
The hair-cuter, who is comfortable all over his body, suddenly rises up and squeezes at the shit-pulling officer. This is the first time that fur has done this, probably taught it by the former master, and it's always been remembered, and in this way it expresses its gratitude to the shit-popping officer.
It's not his fault.
From the first encounter to the trust of the dog, it took only half a month for the scavenging officer, and the initial mouth was nothing more than an unknown disguise, and once the dog trusted a man, it became a perfect good deed.
The scavenging officer moved the idea of adopting hair, but then took the dog home, and everything changed, and he started feeding, sheltering, which seemed to suspect that everything was fake and feared that they would be taken away.
It seems to be turned into a fearless, murderous dog, who, apart from a pooper, is very mean to every other member of the family, even running away once before the pooper's attention. It takes a lot of effort to get it back.
Because there's kids in the house, the shit-stacking officer keeps the dog in a cage, waiting for the kid to go to kindergarten and put it out, which makes the dog worse.
The scavenging officer understood that the error was not in this dog, but that it was too insecure, that it needed the long-term company of human beings and enough patience to make it realize that it was safe.
However, as a working parent and a parent of the child, the dog was not given enough time and energy to take care of the dog and eventually reached the local animal rescue facility, where the dog was sterilized and sent there.
There are people there who take care of the dog's diet, and there are other dogs who are accompanied, and the Squawker regularly visits the Wang Star until he finds his new owner.
I understand very well that the practice of a scavenger, a dog who has been on the move for a long time, the psychological problems that exist more or less, the loss and discomfort of being abandoned by the original owner, the cold eyes and the rejections that are encountered in the process of vagrancy, cannot be changed overnight, and requires a great deal of patience and energy from the new owner, or how can there always be a second abandonment?
In any case, it is hoped that the Mao child will meet a true master who loves it and have a warm home.