The first time I had a dog, it was a silky dog with the most feelings. Its fur is very white, its body has always been short, very cute, and it is not much different from the appearance when it was a child. Because I'm in charge of its three meals a day, it sticks to me. Circling around my feet, he jumped on my lap and lay down on my lap at every opportunity, wagging his tail and waiting for my touch. And I can't stand it the most, I always love to take it into my arms, touch the dog's body, smooth the hair, and it hums comfortably.

My dogs are generally not leashed on a leash and are basically free-range. It's very docile, and when you meet strangers, you just bark. As soon as a stranger approaches it, it will dodge. When a stranger kills it, it will run away. Doesn't bite, typical dog fights.

And the bad thing about it is that it always likes to follow the owner out and run around. I can't take it with me to school, and I usually keep it at home. And it will follow its parents to the fields, scurrying in the fields, chasing butterflies, birds, and frogs. Sometimes I trampled on the vegetable patch and destroyed the vegetable leaves, which was often reprimanded by my parents.

It also often crosses the road with us, and there are a lot of vehicles coming and going on the road, and I usually cross the street with it and walk with it, and I will only put it down when it is safe to cross the road. But this also led to the fact that it would not cross the road by itself, and once when he followed his mother to cross the street to buy something, the dog was directly knocked into the air and died on the spot.

When I heard about its death, I cried on the spot. I thought of it as a playmate, and I didn't want it to go so soon, it only lived for two years. I thought it would stay with me for ten, if not decades. My family was reluctant to take it and blamed my mom for taking it across the street. Actually, my mom blamed herself a lot, because she didn't even know it was coming.

Soon after, my mother went to my mother-in-law's house and brought back a silky dog that looked similar, and we were very happy. We were surprised to hear that this little milk dog was still the last one. I did see the first dog often play with the little mother-in-law's female dog, but I didn't expect that the short stature can also make the female dog taller than it pregnant, which is really the pinnacle of its dog life. It's not in vain that it came to this world, and it still has a harvest, leaving behind a bloodline - a litter of dogs.

We repeated the days of having a dog, but unfortunately this one had a bad fate and only lived for a year.

The dog grew up smoothly, but he always liked to run away with the dogs in the village. Sometimes I guess I was beaten by someone, or I hurt my leg in a fight with a dog, and I limped home while walking. After raising it, it ran around again. Where we couldn't see, it was poked blind in the right eye, and I was very distressed to see it. I don't know who beat it, and I can't help it avenge it. If you can't share its pain, you can only give it more love.

Because it runs around, it never stays at home. At night, when it was bedtime, it didn't come back, so we had to leave it outside to watch the door. It has a very sensitive sense of smell and hearing, and barks at strangers in the middle of the night. At that time, it was common to hear that someone's electric tricycle and motorcycle had been stolen, so as soon as they heard a dog barking, parents would get up and come out to see. Because my tricycle has also been stolen, sometimes in front of my house, sometimes in the field.

In order to make it easier to carry vegetables to the farmers' market to sell, the family bought an electric tricycle, and my father no longer had to work so the tricycle. An electric tricycle was thousands of dollars at the time. Even if you steal it and resell it, you can sell it for at least a thousand, and the money is fast. Therefore, it is especially remembered by car thieves. At that time, in order to prevent car thieves, my father also bought a very thick chain for the car, and a large lock. As a result, it was of little use and was stolen anyway. Thousands of precautions, but still can't prevent car thieves who worry about cars every day.

I followed my parents to cut vegetables in the middle of the night, and the car was left on the side of the road not far from the vegetable patch. Parents are afraid that the car will be stolen, so they will take a flashlight to shine on the side of the road after cutting vegetables for a while to see if their car is still there. Sometimes I forgot to cut the vegetables, and the car disappeared when I came to see it for half an hour. My parents were helpless, the car was gone, and the car thief didn't see it, so they had to ask the villagers to help drive them to the market.

Feeling that it was not safe to leave the car on the side of the road, my parents parked the car in front of their homes, and came back to drive after dawn after cutting the vegetables. When I go to school, I don't need to cut vegetables. When I hear a dog barking in the middle of the night, I get up and go down the hallway on the second floor. When I saw that the car was still there, I continued to sleep.

Once, I saw that the board on the car was missing, and I was a little panicked. I walked up and down the hallway, looking around. Suddenly, I saw a tall, thin man standing downstairs staring up at me, and I felt goosebumps instantly rise, and I was very nervous. There was only a dim lamp at the door, illuminating the downstairs hazy. He was a little far away from the lamp, and I didn't see what he looked like, but for some reason I was still scared. I swallowed and stared at him for a few seconds. Seeing that he hadn't left, I went to the room and called my sister. When they came out, they were gone.

Presumably the barking of the dog will wake up the owner, and the car thief thinks the dog is too much of a nuisance. One day in the middle of the night the dog disappeared, and we didn't know where we went, we just thought that we didn't come back. But if you don't come back for dinner for a day, it can only mean that something happened to it. Sure enough, the car parked at the door the next day was gone.

The third dog is a native dog, specially bred to watch the door. It is a female dog, and after being raised for a while, her body jumps very high. Because I like to run out to play, I suddenly became pregnant one day. The's belly is getting bigger day by day, but it's still restless. I don't want to stay at home and wait for childbirth, so I always follow us to work in the fields. We are very helpless, and this one is also uncomfortable. One day something happened too, we were busy cutting rice, and we didn't care where a dog went. I just thought it was going to play with other dogs again, and I didn't take it seriously. But if you haven't come back for a few days, there is only one possibility, and it is estimated that it has entered someone else's stomach. I cursed the dog thief hundreds of times in my heart, but I still didn't feel happy. It's hard to raise such a big one, but I still can't wait for the puppy to be born.

The fourth dog, also a dirt dog, is nothing but a male dog. The family is afraid that this dog will repeat the same mistakes, like the previous dogs, either hit by a car or stolen. So, my dad decided to tie it to the house, but not all the time. When I came back from the field, I would take it out for a walk. I could feel its excitement, because every time my dad took him out, he jumped up and down happily, and when he ran out of the door, my dad almost couldn't hold it. But one time it rained, and it wanted to go out again, so it spun around in place, trying for my dad to take it out. My dad couldn't, so he had to open the dog chain and let him go out for a walk on his own. It excitedly ran out on its own, and didn't come back at lunchtime. And on the way to school on my bicycle, I found that it had been hit on the ground, and there was a pool of blood on the road, and it had long since lost its breath and was lying there quietly. I felt like my blood was clotting, and on the way to school, tears fell unconsciously.

The last dog was a simple dog. He looks good, his hair is smooth, and his eyes are dull. This one wasn't tethered, and let it play freely. It grows day by day, and jumps on my bed early in the morning and tells me to get up. When he saw that I didn't get up, he would lick my face so hard that I wanted to beat it up. I'm afraid that it will disturb my sleep in the future, so I will close the door at night, and it will pull the door panel the next day. The door panel was scratched and unrecognizable.

It probably lived for more than a year. Once I came home from work and looked at it lying in front of my house, foaming at the mouth. I hurriedly asked my parents what was wrong with it, and my parents said that it was poisoned when it went out to play, and went home to lie down and sleep, and something was wrong after a while. Mom and Dad poured water on it, but they didn't get better, so they could only watch it struggle. I saw that my father's smoking hand trembled a little, and my heart was also cold. I still remember the look in its eyes before leaving, its eyes moist and pitiful to me. It was so uncomfortable to see it that I watched its life pass by before my eyes, and I couldn't do anything about it, I didn't even dare to touch it. It went in about five minutes, and I wondered if it was going to wait for me to come back and see me one last time.

Since then, my family has never had a dog. is probably afraid of raising feelings, but having to face the scene of life and death, which is uncomfortable.