I took it home from the doghouse on May 2, and I had a very healthy and happy life on May 10, and suddenly on May 11 I started eating and dying on May 14, and I want to write it down at least to prove it existed.
At the end of April, I suddenly decided to have a dog, and I checked the new path for hours, and, although I knew that the sleigh dog had a weak stomach, I decided to have a Haschi, and in four hours I found a house that looked good, and they said they had a special door shop in the city where I lived, and I went after the address.
When I got there in the afternoon, the doorman told me that there were more people asking for dogs on Labor Day, that there were several Hasschis in the morning, and that there were only two left, and I picked two out of two cages, and I looked at one red brown, one black, and I saw basically black Haskis on the Internet, and I thought it was black, and I asked them if they bought black, 1k, and then I bought more than 100 bags of dog food.
The more you go home, the more you feel like Alaska, the more you look at it, the more you look at it, the more you think of Alaska. I'm not afraid that I can't pull a big dog, but at best I can eat more than Haschi.
Then I'll have a week of happy life without shame, and I'll be careful just to give dog food and pure water, and I'll give you a little bit of boar beef and a little ice cream sometimes. Swallow, I was careful when I gave these, and I tried to wash up the salt and then give them back.
And then on 11, I went out to see Team 3 and came home and found that the dog didn't eat anything, that it had always eaten all the dog food at the meal, that I had a tight heart, because I had a few hours before, when I found out that the dog was the most vulnerable, two months or so, that the antibody provided by the mother was rapidly disappearing, and it was very sick, in case it was a dog plague or a tiny basic.
When I touched the dog's belly, it was hot. It was like I had a fever. I fed my family's usual cold fever. The number of young children, and I thought I'd go to a pharmacy 24 hours ago to buy those tiny drugs, because dogs spend a lot of money, and I don't think there's any more money to go to a dog hospital, and not everyone has the financial power, after all, it's at least three to four times more expensive for a pet than a human being, and it's not always good for a doctor to be treated, and it's not illegal to die.
I went to the pharmacy to buy a bunch of drugs, Mommy's love, Yunnan's white medicine, pediatric platinum, baby Amosilin, calorie particles, thupin, pet fungus, cough syrup, and needles, and I bought them, and I fed them to the intestines when I got home. I didn't have much experience at the beginning of feeding them, I slipped on the dog's teeth, and I bled.
I spent two meals a day feeding pills until the 14th, and I went out to the hospital to get rabies, because I was cut off the day before yesterday, and then I came home and saw the dog lie down. It's not breathing, it's touching the stomach, it's still burning, it's supposed to be dying, and it's hard in the heart, even if it's not deep, it's a friend for a week, where you go, where you pee, where you teach its friend, and when you eat, you come to your friend.
These are the equipment I bought the day before I took the dog, three self-propelled feeding devices for the dog every day, water purification in it, sled dog food that I didn't believe in, and dog cages and dog toilets for training, and its bed, which is over a metre.
I'll write about the dog.
At first, there were three symptoms, an appetite, a fever, a clear nose.
In the medium term, the symptoms are so much that it vomits because it's not eating, it spits out water (attitudinal acids?) and then has a fever, fresh snot turns into snot, has eye shit and drinks more water than usual.
The latter symptoms, in addition to the medium-term symptoms, are the constant dryness and vomiting, the water form of shit, the strange smell of tan, the tan, the urine but a little bit of gold.
When he died, he didn't close his eyes.
I was raised for 12 days, which should be three months or less.
I think it's small. I'm looking for help. What about the little puppy body?
Synopsis: Dog bodies can be buried and if new animals are needed later in the house, they must be thoroughly cleaned. Before that, everything in the dog could no longer be used, it would have to be cleaned with disinfectant water, house, sofa, floor, etc., and, preferably, with canine. It is then necessary to buy ultraviolet light to shine on the house, seal it off, keep people away, and UV light will kill bad bacteria and good cells, so the UV light will be closed to the room for a few hours and the room will open the window for air. So many more times, six months later, and three months as soon as possible.