In retrospect, I did have the experience of raising a dog once, and the fate was not shallow. I always wanted to write something for it, but I put it down after a few strokes. I really dreamed about it a few years ago, and I was very impressed. I had the urge to write again, as if I had put it down in the middle of writing. This time I saw Jia Pingwa's work "A Little Peach Tree". I'm inspired. I'm inspired. I suddenly thought of my little yellow dog! I'll write it right away Thinking of this, I really feel a little sorry for my little yellow dog. Let us make it up to you!
It was when I was four or five years old that the Liu family dog in the front yard of my hometown gave birth to a litter. Three boys in his family are the same age as me, and they are childhood friends. They are very close to me and often play together. I see the puppy is furry and cute, so I want one. He generously gave me a puppy. I was so happy that I walked home from the wall with my puppy in my arms. When I was young, I held the puppy's two front legs, and the dog's tail and back dragged the ground, so I took the dog home.
When my family saw that chubby and dignified puppy, everyone liked it very much. At that time, the dog's fur was long blue-gray, but later the dog's milk hair receded and became pure yellow. This dog is a typical rural pug with short legs and small body. Because it has never been given a nice name, everyone calls it "Little Yellow Dog".
As far as I can remember, my family only had a dog once, which was my little yellow dog. Little yellow dog became the only pet in my family. I feed it every day and often take it out to play. It followed me all day. My sister and I went to the "Yangko Land" next to the village to pick vegetables, and the little yellow dog followed me. When I got to the ground, the crops were all high. I was afraid that it would get lost, so I held it. Little yellow dog became my childhood playmate and brought me a lot of joy.
Several years passed and the little yellow dog grew up. He has a very gentle temper and won't bite again. Even if neighbors or distant relatives visit, he doesn't want to quarrel. Mother always said that the dog was too honest to look after the house.
Later, I went to school. I can't always feed it. My mother fed it. Every time before eating at home, my mother always puts something for the little yellow dog to eat. Little yellow dog is obedient and never bothers people.
After a long time, dogs seem to be popular. When the family eats, it sits on the ground and looks at the table, waiting for someone to throw something to it. As long as you throw something, it catches it in one bite, and its movements are very skilled. Sometimes when guests come, when eating, my mother cries, get out, don't watch here! Little yellow dog went out with his tail between his legs. It can almost read people's expressions. Yell at it a few times and immediately lower your head. Don't grab anything to eat on the stove without the consent of your family. Be especially obedient.
Little yellow dog is a bitch. I remember giving birth once, two at a time. One was given to my neighbor's hometown, and the other was taken away by someone I didn't know. When I was old, my family and I lived in a house with a roof. His family lives in the far west, which is a big yard with five big rooms. So the little yellow dog "mother and son often meet." However, when the puppy grows up, it's really different. He is big, his coat is green, and he is very fierce. He bit strangers. I don't know when I haven't seen you again. Maybe he hurt someone and got beaten away. Later, in the big yard was one of my little yellow dogs.
Little yellow dog has a good memory and the longest life! I went to high school in a town 60 miles away from home. I seldom go home when I live on campus, and I can only go back in winter and summer vacations. Whenever I come home, the little yellow dog hears my footsteps and runs over immediately, wagging his tail back and forth, jumping on me, especially affectionate. I studied in high school for three years and went home in the winter vacation in senior three. It's snowing and it's very cold. I haven't seen the little yellow dog. In the evening, I asked my father, where is the little yellow dog? Father said the little yellow dog died during the day. I quickly asked him how he died. Father said that the yellow dog was too old to stand the cold and died. I asked again, where is it? Father said, on the woodpile in the backyard. I hurried out with a flashlight and saw the little yellow dog frozen stiff with a thin layer of snowflakes on his body. ...
In this way, my little yellow dog left forever. Well, I brought my little yellow dog back when I was 4 years old. When I graduated from high school, I was 18 years old, which means that the little yellow dog lived 14 years. Data show that the life span of a normal dog is 10- 15 years. It can be seen that the little yellow dog has a long life.
This is the only time I have ever had a dog. I often see the image of the little yellow dog in my memory, and now I can clearly remember the appearance and naive pace of the little yellow dog. At that time, it was not so convenient to leave an image or take a photo of the little yellow dog, but the little yellow dog will always exist in my memory and memory.
In the following years, I was busy working and living in the city, and I seldom came into contact with dogs. Little yellow dog's impression faded away.
A few years ago, the child of a relative who chose a house opened a jewelry store in the city. To show my concern for his opening, he gave me a beautiful gift box when he came to visit me at home. I'm not at home because I'm out. When I came back to open it, it was a beautiful metal sculpture of a dog. I don't know what it means to give me a sculpture of a dog. I took a look, didn't care, and put it in the closet in the back room. Many years passed, until last January, the eldest grandson was born in Shandong, which happened to be the year of 1898. The eldest grandson is a dog. Then I remembered the sculpture of the dog, so I took it out and wiped it, and put it in a conspicuous position in the living room. Looking at the golden dog shining, my heart is full of joy and relief!