🐶 The dog smashes Snoopy's narrative

I slowly ate the sweet ice cream that my grandmother put in my bowl, and the first bite I licked knew that this ice cream was a brand of Argentas, and this brand of ice cream was my little brother and my favorite.

I sat on the floor, slowly licking the delicious ice cream with my tongue, thinking that such a good life was about to stop at a moment, I couldn't hold back any longer, tears flowed on the ice cream, some salty......

"Snoopy, it's out today, why is the ice cream eating so slowly?" After my mother finished speaking, she pulled my dog's head and said, "Why are you crying?" My eyes are red from crying......"

My grandmother also came to see me: "She probably already knows about her physical condition......"

My mom nodded, and her eyes were red.

At this time, I heard Carl me......owing in my grandmother's room.

I ate the ice cream in my rice bowl in a few big bites, and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to eat it when Carl came out.

My grandmother said that Carl was a wild cat who wanted to go outside as soon as it got dark, and he knew I was in the living room, and he was going to come out.

My mom said, but don't let him out, you see, Snoopy was so frightened that he ate the ice cream in a few bites, and he couldn't care about the sadness.

Not only am I afraid of Carl, but my little brother is even more afraid of Carl. As a child, he played on the floor of his grandmother's house, and Carl sat by and watched him.

As soon as his grandmother left, Carl put the cat's paw on the little brother's shoulder, and the little brother was so frightened that he cried and screamed, and until now, the little brother is very afraid of Carl.

Carl is really a notoriously bad cat, he only listens to his grandmother alone, no one dares to scratch him, whoever catches him, he scratches whomever he wants...... I didn't dare to grieve anymore, so I ate the ice cream and went to my own cot......

🌻 Grandmother Lola's narration

Snoopy was indeed sad...... I must let him insist on eating, insist on living well, and I will accompany her wherever she wants to go......

Christmas time is getting closer and closer, and almost every household in the community is decorated with Christmas lights.

I turn the lights off every day, and Snoopy is with me. If I forgot to turn off the lights in the morning, Snoopy would walk up to the window to remind me. She's such a smart dog.

This morning, she didn't like to eat, she had no appetite, and her swollen right side of her face had healed, but now it began to swell again, so she had to ask her daughter to give her anti-inflammatory drugs.

I said to my daughter, "I'll go get dressed and take her out for a walk, and when she comes back, she'll probably eat......"

Snoopy went outside with the same great pleasure as before, and when she got to the lawn, she was back blooded, sniffing around, and burrowing into the bushes, and I let go of the leash to let her stay in the bushes a little longer.

It's a sunny day, it's a good day for a walk, and it's Christmas in a week, and in 10 days, Snoopy will be 12 years old.

Snoopy was bobbing around in the bushes, and I stood by and waited for her, and I felt that going to the bushes was better for her than going to the grass, because every day there were people spraying medicine on different grasses.

Sometimes a wooden board is inserted on the grass where the medicine is sprinkled to remind the dog walkers, and as soon as I go out, I see a small wooden sign inserted in the grass of two houses.

I've already told Snoopy that you can't go to the grass with wooden signs, and I don't know if she understands it, but she'll go with me to another lawn anyway......