The big golden retriever finally ate well-behaved.

And when it began to eat well-behaved, the other little animals had already finished eating.

The big golden retriever likes to pull small animals into his arms, and always lets the family pet go around.

But there is an exception to everything.

I didn't see that all the immortals in the sky were afraid of Sun Wukong, but there were still a few immortals who occasionally chatted with Sun Wukong for a while.

The big golden retriever also has a few small pet friends.

And the way these pet friends treat the big golden retriever is ......

Rub the rice to eat.

Of course, these pet friends don't necessarily have to eat every day.

This is mostly the case among pet dogs.

Obviously he has eaten enough, or he still has leftovers in his bowl.

But I just want to probe into other dog bowls, sniff and taste.

Anyway, it's the best thing in other dogs' bowls.

Uncle Zuo once tried to divide the contents of each dog's bowl evenly.

However, it was useless, and the dogs were still obsessed with planting their heads in other dogs' bowls.

The apparent shovel officer is particularly eccentric.

If Uncle Zuo is really biased, then forget it, but he just doesn't.

Or the one who is eccentric, it doesn't matter if Uncle Zuo is good in his heart.

But every dog has to be planted in the bowl of another dog.

Each one seems to be partial to other dogs and doesn't love it.

Dogs: Say, do you have another dog in mind?

Uncle Zuo: Lao Tzu killed a few of you little rabbits!

By this time, the other dogs had already eaten.

It's a big golden retriever, and there is a mouthful of dog food.

A couple of puppies came running over and took two turns around the big golden retriever.

Spinning and turning, the circle around the big golden retriever is getting smaller and smaller.

Then he concentrated on the side of the food bowl and looked inside.

Zhou Jiu looked down.

A group of puppies planted their heads in the big golden retriever's food bowl, like a bunch of furry growing out of the food bowl.

The big golden retriever probed left and right, but was blocked by the puppy head, and even if he wanted to eat, he couldn't eat.

Uncle Zuo, who was squatting next to him, helplessly used his hands to pick up the puppies one by one.

"Don't look, you can't eat anymore. Since it can't eat anymore, why are you still blocking it from eating? Friendship helps it lose weight?"

The big golden retriever looked at it with resentment.

What if you don't mention this stubble?

Again.

These puppies are estimated to be new members of Uncle Zuo's family.

They are all chubby and very pleasant-looking.

A small fluffy ball, running on the floor, is like a flock of little kiwis, rolling around on the ground.

Zhou Jiu felt a little itchy.

What is going on with this kind of problem that when you see a fluffy ball and want to rub and kick a claw?

A group of puppies is estimated to come out of a litter.

Although the coat color is different, the size is not too different.

Looking at the breed, it is estimated to be a purebred Chinese pastoral dog.

Maybe it's a string, Zhou Jiu is not very good at this kind of thing, and he can't see it.

However, this gray-gray-yellow fur is indeed a bit like the appearance of the Chinese pastoral dog when he was a child.

And puppies or something, no matter what breed, are soft and good-looking.

Zhou Jiu still has a good impression of the Chinese pastoral dog.

After all, the dog breed he had the most contact with in his previous life was the Chinese pastoral dog.

This kind of dog is a special relative, humane, and a leader in raising a family and a hospital.

It's just that because of the breed, not too many people keep it as a pet dog.

The so-called division between breed dogs and earth dogs, Zhou Jiu felt that it was actually quite rough.

Anyway, if it's not a dog from your own country, it's called a breed dog.

The native dog of one's own country is called a soil dog.

Think about it differently.

Now these breeds of dogs raised at home are called native dogs when they are placed in the country where they were born and raised.

These Chinese pastoral dogs are shipped abroad, and maybe they are another breed of dogs abroad.

Zhou Jiu finished eating......

Just assume he's done.

No wonder those girls eat less, just say they are little birds.

Zhou Jiu obviously felt that he had been eating for a long time.

Looking down, there was still nothing missing in the bowl.

Zhou Jiu ate in his previous life, and he always pursued the principle of discs and did not waste them.

But since he had a small bird's stomach, he often had some leftovers in the bowl when he ate without a bite.

When he was at home, there were squirrels and huskies, and he left his things and turned his head to come back after a while.

Either that, or the squirrel eats it.

Either that, the squirrel handed it down and fed it to the husky.

Anyway, it's empty, so it doesn't get in his way.

Here, no one will clean up his leftovers.

If he can't finish eating, then that's what he has left.

In addition to the difference between the empty plate and the home, the taste of the wasted food here also made Zhou Jiu feel a little sad.

Can a glass of boiled water feel the same as a leftover roast chicken, grilled fish, or grilled lobster?

I really want to come up with the spirit of eating a buffet, supporting the wall in and out.

Wasted this meal.

I don't know how long I have to be tossed by the food of boiled water in Qiguanguan.

And they have to move soon, maybe the meal he ate at Uncle Zuo's house will be the last meal he eats here.

It makes the bird's heart even more congested.

So Uncle Zuo was very moved to find that Zhou Jiu's eyes were particularly gentle today.

At least I didn't chat, and suddenly a roll of my eyes came over.

However, what Uncle Zuo didn't know was when Zhou Jiu listened to him chatting.

is full of thoughts about how to get Qi Guanguan to hire Uncle Zuo as a chef.

Zhou Jiu flapped his wings and thought carefully about the possibility of this matter.

Discovering the possibility of this matter is harder than getting a squirrel to speak.

So be it.

There are always some things in life that you don't want to give up, but you have to give up, and so do birds.

The big golden retriever lowered his head and ate two more mouthfuls of dog food.

Aunt Zuo suddenly shouted its name at the kitchen door.

"Big Fat came over and made you something delicious!"

Uncle Zuo frowned and shook his head.

"Alas, I made a meal for it again, but I don't know how many pounds I have to gain after eating this meal. Hmph, don't make it for me......"

Zhou Jiu, who was just mentally prepared and ready to give up Uncle Zuo's delicious food forever: ......

Not only are there delicious meals, but there are also extra delicious snacks!

However, it is useless to have it, all of this is not for the sake of the bird master!

Zhou Jiu flapped his wings and watched silently, happily running all the way to the big golden retriever.

The big golden retriever was covered with thick fur and thick fat, and suddenly felt some chills in his back.

The big golden retriever shook his fur in confusion.

Autumn has arrived, and winter is not far away.

Hurry up and eat a piece of elbow and grow some meat to keep out the cold.

Well?

I still feel a little cold after eating the elbow.

That......

The big golden retriever hurriedly ate another chicken leg to suppress the shock.

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