🌻 Grandmother Lola's narration

In a flash, I've been moving to Manhason Hills on Long Island for over a week.

Time flies too fast, things are almost cleaned up, basically all are in place, you still need to buy some cabinets for things, put some miscellaneous things inside, and the outside will look neat and clean.

I can only buy it when my daughter Tiffany has time, the room here is too small, and there is only one cabinet with sliding doors.

The Xiaoice box had to be placed on the porch in and out of the daughter's living room, and the microwave oven was placed on top of the refrigerator, and the door could be closed at night, because there were two layers of doors, and the sound of the refrigerator could not be heard when sleeping.

While cleaning up things, he takes care of the food of two cats and a dog, Snoopy sometimes eats canned dogs, he is no longer as able to eat as before, he eats a few bites of fragrant things, smells them and leaves, is he because he is old or sick?

Two years ago, he had a large lipoma on the left side of his shoulder, about an inch or more in size.

The lipoma may have something to do with his genetics, as it was already very large when it was discovered, and Snoopy would have suffered if he had surgery.

When he was more than a year old, he jumped from the piano to the floor, the vertebrae in the back of his body were broken, and he couldn't walk, so he went to a general pet hospital to see a doctor and took an X-ray, and the doctor said that they couldn't be cured by the pet hospital.

Long Island had only a veterinarian in a Jewish-run hospital who could perform this kind of surgery, and their daughter, who had a deep affection for Snoopy, had to go to the Jewish pet hospital again.

The doctor said that it would cost $8,000 to do this surgery, and that there would be tests and so on, which would add more than $1,000.

They called me and I said, Snoopy is still a very young dog, let's do it, I can get her some money.

I know they're not going to let me take the money. In the end, the operation was a success, it cost about $10,000, it was a real loss of money, and in less than a month, Snoopy was alive again.

🐶 The dog smashes Snoopy's narrative

At eight o'clock in the evening, my grandmother came to eat for me, and I ate noodles mixed with chicken thighs today, and I ate very fragrantly, because my grandmother added some more chicken to the noodles.

I remember a few years ago, (for some reason) I always like to remember that when my mother traveled abroad, my grandmother would come to live at home and cook for my little brother and me, when my little brother was only seven years old. My favorite thing is my grandmother's scrambled eggs with rice, or fried poached eggs with noodles and noodles.

I really don't like to eat dog biscuits, I always like to slip through my teeth to my throat, and I can only get down to my stomach by drinking water.

I remember, one night there was a thunderstorm outside, I was most afraid of thunder and lightning, the thunder rumbled, louder than the sound of cannons, I went straight up from downstairs to the second floor, and went directly into the room where my grandmother and little brother slept.

Once in the bedroom, I jumped into the big bed where they were sleeping, when a flash of lightning followed a thunderbolt outside the window, and I was so frightened that I wet the bed.

Grandma Lola and my little brother were so confused by my bedwetting that the quilt and pillow made me wet......

Grandma threw these things on the floor and took out a quilt from the sliding door.

I was embarrassed, but I was scared, and I just wouldn't get out of bed, and I wouldn't go downstairs, so I would have to sleep in the big bed with the two of them.

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