I wonder what you say about the phrase “birth determines fate”, which, in my opinion, makes sense, especially for stray dogs, who look very similar to their pets, but whose fate is very different.
The pet dog is loved by the master and can be described as “sweet and safe.” The main activity of every day is to eat, sleep, bend, and stray dogs spend their lives searching for food and trying to survive!
For pet dogs, the obscenity of white buns and rice is rare in the eyes of stray dogs, because they can eat even grass and dirt when they are hungry.
Can't they be envious when they're dragging their bodies down the street looking for food, and they're bumpy and beautiful pet dogs?
A stray dog who steals leftovers.
In a small village in Henan province, a small sister found that the food that her dog usually ate and left in front of her house disappeared inexplicably and seemed to have been stolen by some animal.
Although these foods are not very expensive, they are the leftovers left by their own dogs, the little sister remains curious as to who ate them all behind their backs and ate none of them.
For many days, my sister finally caught the thieving thief, who was also a dog and who looked familiar to the village.
The little sister was angry, but when she saw the dog look, her breath disappeared and she was feeling a bit of strange bitterness.
The little man's tail was so tight, he ate it, he looked to his left, he shivering, he was so thin, he was starving.
Probably afraid of being found while eating while trying to keep quiet, with a slight lifting of the back leg in preparation for running away.
The little sister guessed that she was in front of it at the time, and the little one would be scared to fly, and instead of doing so, she watched the dog eat the leftovers from her pet dog.
It's probably in the dog's heart, knowing that he's stealing food, and it's not right, even knowing what it's going to do if it's discovered by humans, and maybe it's already done, or it's impossible to be so afraid.
But it's really hungry, and if it doesn't go to steal food, it's probably going to starve for a few days between “indignity alive” and “dying with dignity”, which the dog chose.
By a bun.
The little sister had a Corkid, and under her careful care, the dog was fat and strong, especially cute, and his pet dog was so happy compared to the skinny stray dog.
It's also a young dog who has to learn to live independently, saying, "The children of the poor are in charge early," and a stray dog without a master.
The good little sister wanted to help the dog, and she thought it would be scary, and it would take a long time to get her to accept the human race, and what she didn't realize was that the little guy was easily bought by a bun.
You know, the pet dog at home saw the buns, smelled them and ran away, and the hairy kid, when he saw the buns, looked like he saw the baby, his eyes were glowing, and he couldn't wait to pick up the buns and go to eat them.
The starling man, who had eaten the buns, seemed to realize that his sister would not hurt herself, that he had curryed his face to her side, moved his tail carefully, pulled his ear down and revealed its incalculable heart.
Dog: This guy gave me food. Should I trust her?
When the little sister's hand touched the hairy child's head, the little one's eyes were bright, full of joy, and he was licking her hand with his tongue, like thanking it for giving himself a bun.
In fact, when she first saw the dog steal, she had plans to take the dog, and she couldn't bear to watch the little guy go hungry, and it was so good that a bun would make him happy all day.
Rural conditions are no better than urban ones, and there are no shops for the sale of pets, and the little sister makes a small nest for the little ones with rags and old mats.
Despite some brevity, the Wang seemed to be more than satisfied with it and fell down and fell asleep very quickly. After all, it's been wandering since it was born. This is a real home for the little guy.
He's a good boy.
In her relationship with the dog, she found it to be particularly knowledgeable, never taking food with Kirky, never picking up food like a pet dog, and eating everything clean and clean.
The hairy child seemed to cherish the present life, which had been scolded countless times over difficult times, when he had to eat enough food to survive.
That day, as always, it continued to steal food, and was afraid, but did not expect to meet a good little fairy, who gave it a bun and said, "Don't be afraid, I'll protect you, and no one will ever hurt you."