Hello, my name is Mike, and I used to be a stray dog abandoned by my owner, but I now have a new home. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

My new owner and I met on a cold night in Saravo and they were nice people so brought me home and from then on, I was no longer a stray dog.

The owner is a basketball player, and the player he admires the most is Michael Jordan, so he named me Mike, why did he call his dog the same as his idol? I don't understand the love of this.,It's always weird to call a dog his idol's name all day long.。

I love my master and my mother, who is my mother? Of course, it's the owner's lover, and they live together. The host didn't have time to take care of me because he often had to go to the game, so I spent most of my time with my mother. The housewife was a very nice person, treated me like a child, often gave me snacks, and the owner was very strict. He often trained me like a training army, telling me to stand up straight, to lie down meekly, to stretch out my hand, and to do a lot of strange things.

The year 2017 has ended, and the world officially entered 2018 a month ago, and it has been 6 years since the end of the world, and I did not exist in this world 6 years ago.

For dogs, it is the greatest happiness to eat and drink enough every day and have fun, but these days, I am starting to feel sad.

The housemother returned to China, as if she was going back to celebrate the Spring Festival, it was a Chinese festival, but I am a foreign dog, why did the Chinese festival take away my housemother?

After the mother is gone, the master is as depressed as a monkey in heat, which can be seen from the following things.

First of all, he spends more time with me, so it stands to reason that I should be happy, right? But should I really be happy? The master taught me a lot of incomprehensible commands, such as lying down, walking upright, faking death, barking, and so on.

A practice is half an hour, the dog family is just an ordinary domestic dog, not so good physical strength, I am really in pain, mother, when will you come back.

There is also food, usually, I eat the best dog food, and now it is no exception, but ah, my snacks are gone. When my mother was here, I could eat a lot of snacks every day, but now, all of them are gone! On the evil Spring Festival, you give me back the housewife and snacks!

The master was silent more often, he always sat alone, didn't say anything, the TV was on, vulgar advertisements were played, and he didn't cut the stage, as if it was just to make the room have one more voice. I want to say to my master, if I want other sounds, I can bark, but how about a meatball at a time?

It's a pity that I can't speak, I can only look at the master from afar, he is afraid of loneliness, I know, he is very afraid of loneliness.

"Mike, do you want Avi?" The master said so to me suddenly. I couldn't speak, I could only let him know how I felt with a longing moan.

"That's right, you're just a dog, and you can't talk." The master ignored me again. I'm not happy, I want a snack, a snack, my snack.

Something even more terrible happened, the master began to sing, I swore to the god of dogs, the master never sang before, and now, he sang lonely, oh my God, why do I have to listen to such a bad song, why do I still have no snacks, master, snacks are in the cabinet, please give it to me, please give it to me!

The master ignored me completely, immersed in his own world, and I could only jump and scream in irritation.

"Mike, do you like to hear me sing? Sounds good, right? "The host felt good.

I don't like it! I don't like it at all! Not at all!

As the first domestic dog in the United States to write a novel, I had to disclose some evil things that my master did in private, he often took advantage of the housemother, and once took advantage of the housemother's inattention, he even quietly hugged her from behind, and then did something shameless.

What's more, for his own curiosity (to know if the housemother has a habit of sleeping naked), he often sneaks into the housemother's room in the middle of the night, but fortunately, the housemother has good sleeping habits and does not let this ill-intentioned guy take advantage.

There are a lot of bad things, in order for my article not to be labeled as eighteen bans, I can only click on it, and the rest, I hope readers will understand it for themselves.

However, I must say that the worst thing he did was to stop my snacks during the absence of my mother, my snacks~~~

There were many guests in the house today, and except for the ripe Merris, no one else had smelled once, and according to the host, it was his teammate. Oh my God, standing with them, the master shines like a star, and these black people are like beasts.

"Mike, did you miss me?" Merris, the bastard, wanted to touch my head. For the sake of him bringing me a hot dog, I asked him to touch it, but this hot dog is delicious, "Still, I can let you touch it again." "W, Mike yelled at me." Merris went to find her master.

Bastard! You're getting the point wrong! I'm going to eat a hot dog, give me another one, I'll even let you touch your ass.

"W, don't you have a girlfriend? I heard that you are living with her, why didn't you see it? "That white guy named Deyul actually took the initiative to mention my sadness. The master answered truthfully, and Deuul, the damned white guy, actually said something even more damned, "Then you should go to the nightclub with me to have fun." ”

Bastard! Don't spoil the relationship between my master and my mother!

"Forget it, I don't like to go to that kind of place, it's not for me." I was so pleased with my master's answer that I wagged my tail at him and glared at Diul. Diul saw me, "This puppy is so cute, like an Akita dog." "Akita is a ghost, Uncle Ben is an authentic American dog!" I gently bit his hand.

I wonder again, with the master's cooking skills, why do you invite so many people to eat at home? Does he want to treat everyone to scrambled eggs? That's not good, I want to eat chicken legs, I want duck liver, I want to eat pig's trotters even more!

The host solved my doubts and prepared a sumptuous meal for his teammates by ordering a meal.

"W, you actually have a microphone at home, do you usually like to sing?" Merris found the prop that the master had scourged me. The scary thing is that the owner denied it in front of me, "I never sing, it was bought by Awei." ”

"Oh my God, master, how can you lie!" I really want to stand up and explain everything.

Okay, Merris's solo concert has begun, these guys are crazy, such a bad song can be hilarious, oh my God, this song is poisonous.

"Master, please come out and sing, I suddenly found that you sing a very good song." I bit my master's shoe and tried to drag him out to sing, but I was rewarded by my master, "Mistress, I miss you." ”

"I believe I can fly~~~~~~~" Merris began to destroy the classics. The other teammates of the owner also raised their glasses and drank wildly, don't you have to play tomorrow? Bastard, at least give me a hot dog!

The party was going on at ten o'clock, and the group was gone crazy and finally leaving, and I jumped on the chair and looked, and the fleshy stuff was all eaten, and I hated them, "Wang! ”

"I'm sorry, Mike, I forgot to prepare dinner for you." The owner picked up the dog food and filled my bowl with it, "Eat, eat and go to bed when you're full." ”

I really want to flip this bowl of dog food over, "I'm going to eat a hot dog!" I'm going to eat a hot dog! ”

"Avi will be back tomorrow, Mike, do you miss her?" The host said suddenly. I'm going crazy with joy, "Woohoo! ”

I ran around the house to celebrate the news, and the owner thought I was crazy and gave me another kick, but it didn't stop me.

"Come back soon~~~ I can't bear it~~~~ Come back soon~~~~~ Ah Wang!" I yelled, "I'm a purebred American dingo, how can I sing Chinese songs?" But I'm so happy! ”

By the time the master had cleaned up the house, it was already half past ten, and by the time he had finished taking a shower, it was nearly eleven o'clock.

"Mike, you seem to have lost weight." The master finally found out about it.

Can you give me a snack? I looked at him expectantly, only to turn off the light, "Good night, Mike." ”

"Wang!" I barked, this terrible life, tomorrow will end, great!

Okay, that's what I'm going to tell you today, as the first dog in America to write a novel, I hope you enjoy my article, and if I have the chance, I want to write something else, that's all.