Dogs are human friends and members of human society. Professional-level police dogs aside. Guide dog. Fighting dogs, search and rescue dogs, etc. The most closely related to the public are the pet dogs and guard dogs in the family. In the nearly 30 years of my life, I have also made friends with several dogs.

The first dog I knew was my housekeeper dog, and it didn't have a name, just an ordinary yellow-haired bitch with two rows of shriveled nipples hanging from under her skinny body. In fact, when I last saw it, I was only five years old, and all my memories were fragmented, and my impressions of it were only patched together with vague memories and family descriptions. At that time, my family was still in the countryside, living in a large manor house assigned by the forest farm, 100 meters long from east to west, 300 meters long from north to south, completely enclosed by a row of tall poplar trees, surrounded by drainage ditches, in the middle of the garden was a row of six large tiled houses, under the big locust trees there were stone tables and wells, and a swimming pool dug by my father, but in fact there was never water. My family of four lives in this manor far from the township, and my father is a forest ranger, and every night he has to carry an axe and a flashlight to patrol the surrounding seedling forest.

In rural China in the early 80s, most of the dogs' three meals were still human feces, and every time I pooped and fed the dogs, it became my greatest pleasure, pulling out a small pile and moving a step or two forward, pulling out a bunch again, and then calling my dog, hurry up and eat, it was still hot. The dog came running over and licked the clean. Sometimes the dog didn't want to eat it, so I shouted at the family and complained that the hot and delicious dog didn't eat it. In fact, how can human excreted food scraps be considered delicious? For dogs, the real delicacy is the leftover steamed buns that people eat, and they are reluctant to enjoy it immediately if they can get such a small half piece, so they have to dig a dirt pit and bury it, so that the hastily built soil pit has been shown by my family several times, and it also verifies that a local saying that people will not save money "can't put steamed buns in the kennel" is not entirely correct, at least my dog knows how to build a high wall and accumulate grain. The direct impact of this incident on me is that until I was in elementary school, I still like to dig a hole in the rice bowl to hide some meat into it, and wait until the meat on the plate is eaten by everyone before digging it out and enjoying it.

There is a theater garden in the township, and our family often goes out to watch movies as a family, and the first movie "Old Gun" in my memory seems to be watched here. My dog often left his house to watch the door, left his post without permission, swaggered into the theater garden, and found our family in hundreds of spectators by his sense of smell, wagging his tail and begging for mercy. Then I reluctantly went home under the reprimand of my family. In fact, I was still waiting at the entrance of the theater, and after the movie ended, I would always pretend to be asleep, let the adults go home with a flashlight in the dark night, and the dogs running excitedly in front of and behind people.

Dogs in the countryside usually have a tragic fate, they are half-starved all year round, and they often have to fight with the surrounding dogs, and the dogs that bite off the half-pulled mouths can be seen everywhere, injured, infected with rabies, then there is only a dead end, and the captain of the dog beating team put an iron clip around the neck, brutally beaten to death, peeled off the skin and stretched it out to dry in the sun. Newborn puppies are even more insecure, and their mothers give them little protection, except for a little bit of thin milk from human feces. My dog is no exception, 6 litters of puppies because they can't afford to give it away, the disabled ones are thrown directly outside the garden by it to fend for itself, I remember a black and white puppy with a lame leg thrown away by the family, and then picked up by the, again and again, I don't remember the final result, but I believe it is definitely not a comfortable result.

In 1982, when the educated youth returned to the city, my family moved to the city, all the belongings were loaded into a truck, my dog must not be taken away, I heard that my dog ran far away behind the truck, maybe her eyes were full of tears at that time, maybe she was exhausted and fell into the smoke and dust of the truck and there was a whimper in her mouth, but who can understand the inner world of a dog? Who can relate to her feelings? Although I was only five years old at the time, this did not prevent this scene from becoming an unbearable light in my life. Every time I think about it, I still can't help but sigh.

After returning to the city, there is no home under the fence, let alone a dog, at that time my greatest wish is to be a professional dog breeder, raise a litter of wolf dogs to play with them every day, and then the family was assigned to the house, although the small is also their own home, in my fifth grade, several classmates came to my house with a gray-black puppy at noon after school, said that it was picked up on the road to give to me, I saw the cute puppy can no longer let go, raised at home for a while. In the end, it was given to relatives in the countryside under the strong opposition of the family. Later, I heard that I didn't know what I ate in the countryside and was poisoned.

It was the end of the twentieth century when I came into contact with dogs again, when I was working at a construction site, the cafeteria of the construction site boiled a big pot of dishes, a large piece of fat meat fragrant, but I don't like to eat fatty meat, so much fat meat picked out and thrown away is too conspicuous, so every day at noon with a large enamel bowl, while eating, while picking out the fat in the bowl to feed the dog, a few days down, a nearby wild dog fed, as soon as it was lunch time, it automatically came to eat, full of meat, usually seen, but also respectful to me, how far away, I say hello, and I will fly to King Qin.

When the construction site was basically completed, the electrician of the headquarters brought a little black dog, a few months old, walking shaking, everyone fed it together, but it was still the closest to me, every noon, I just shouted a little black, no matter in which room will rush to come, desperately wagging the little tail, excitedly waiting for its meal, our lunch is very rich, Xiao Hei in my care, all the meals are chicken, duck and fish, drink pure water, eat a black hair oily and slippery. I used to take a bottle of Wahaha pure water to exercise when others were napping, Xiao Hei was always busy following behind, I walked it, I stopped it, I lay down on the morning ground to rest, it also lay down, small eyes staring at my every move, completely a small follower's frame. The funniest time was when I was holding parallel bars, clothes and pure water bottles were placed on the bench next to me, an old man walked over with his grandson, the little grandson is the kind of child who can just walk and speak clearly, the child stumbled over, inadvertently touched the pure water bottle on the bench, and the little black grinning tooth that had long been eager to try pounced on it, whining and threatening, and barking from time to time, you can imagine: a palm-sized little black dog scares a child who can just walk, It's an unbelievable picture. The child was so frightened that he cried, and Xiao Hei was triumphant, ran to me and wagged his tail wildly, asking for credit. I wondered if the dog's ability to protect its owner's belongings was really innate. Hei was later taken home by an electrician to become a watchdog, and was said to be so dutiful that he wanted to bite anyone who passed by his door.

In 2oo2, I finally got into the addiction of raising a dog, a relative opened a dog farm, I often play there, small cement houses full of yards, behind the iron fence gates of each house is a fierce large dog, I remember a pair of black variegated Dobermans, two red eyes with fierce light, broken tails and ears, forelimbs as solid and powerful as two black iron rods, hind legs on the ground as if ready to attack at any time, simple and strong body, full of agility and courage charm. There is also a German black back called Weilong, huge, majestic, compared to Doberman, although there is a gap in combat effectiveness, but the intelligence is definitely much stronger, after the introduction of the master, I know that I am a friend and not an enemy, unlike the two brute Doberin, as soon as they see the living people, they frantically pounce on the fence gate, roaring to rush out and tear people to pieces. The owner never locks the door when he goes out, but just puts two Dobermans in the yard, which is really more effective than several layers of security doors. The scene of the dogs eating is also spectacular, the large stainless steel basin, filled with stick noodles and carrot bone broth boiled thick porridge, the wind and clouds generally eat a fine light, the dog head runs around the empty basin, sometimes feed them bones, large bones in the mouth of the Doberman ballast into powder, imagine if it is biting the human limb is really chilling, the teeth of the wolf dog are not as good as Doberman, usually in order to prevent the dog from hurting the stomach, only feed the small bones, throw out a piece, it can always be agile to catch, the chic action is breathtaking, after feeding these guys, calling their names and patting their strong chests, is able to cultivate and feed people's feelings. After feeding, they can be taken out for a walk, and I was lucky enough to take a few of their dogs for a walk, but it was not called a walk, it was simply dragged forward by them.

There is a kennel that always hangs a cotton curtain, and the high-wattage electric lights are on 24 hours a day, and it is a female Doberman who has just given birth and a litter of puppies, and the raw people must not approach, otherwise it will attract crazy roars. One night the owner and the worker were not there, only I was alone in the dog farm, the weather of the tenth winter wax moon, dripping into ice, suddenly heard the cry of the puppy, it turned out to be a Doberman cub rolled out of the arms of the, fell to the concrete floor, the did not take it back, but yelled at me, I reached out to get the puppy, but my hand will be torn to pieces by the angry, and finally I gave up the idea of saving the puppy, fortunately the puppy did not freeze to death.

The dog farm is fed with some expensive small dogs, compared to the big dogs of one or two thousand outside, these are worth a lot of money, pure bloodline Baume and bullfighting, each of which has a pedigree certificate issued by an authoritative organization, indicating the pedigree of their parents and more parents' families, the price of such dogs is about 20,000 yuan or even higher. The little ones are very cute, if you take one out of the cage, then the others will stand up in the cage and hit the cage, out of the coquettish voice, you have to take them out one by one and stroke them again, all of them are not good, Pomei wanders around like a mouse, it is not easy to catch, the starling will desperately crawl on the person, holding the human leg and not letting go, the ugly Ying Niu is very quiet, but when he is given an injection, the three men can't hold it down. British bullfighting is the kind of strong short-legged dog that often appears in American cartoons, although the legs are short, but it looks particularly solid, and the four-legged one is called a strong one.

The last time I dealt with a dog was in the countryside of Shandong this summer, drunk to tease other people's puppies, the puppy wagged its tail and rolled on the ground, and the belly went up for me to tickle it, and after playing for a while, I was fascinated and went to provoke the puppy's mother, but I was bitten and stumbled by the bitten dog who had long been unaccustomed to me, fell to the ground, and spent 100 yuan to get a rabies vaccine. Despite this lesson, I still can't get rid of the habit of wanting to pet a dog when I see it.

I've never really owned a dog, but I have the same feelings for dogs as everyone who owns a dog. If I had the chance, I would have an ordinary dog that would wait for me to come home at the end of the movie theater.

-- I would like to give my first dog with this document