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Dogs are friends of mankind and members of human society. Leaving aside professional-level police dogs, guide dogs, fighting dogs, search and rescue dogs, etc., the ones that have the closest relationship with the public are family pet dogs and guard dogs. In my opinion,
In my nearly thirty years of life, I have made friends with several dogs.
The first dog I knew was my guard dog. It had no name. It was just an ordinary yellow-haired female dog with two rows of shriveled teats hanging from its skinny body. In fact, the last time I saw it, it was nothing more than a dog.
I was only five years old, and all my memories are fragmented, and my impressions of it are only pieced together with vague memories and descriptions from my family. At that time, my family was still in the countryside, living in a large manor assigned by the forest farm.
One hundred meters long, three hundred meters long from north to south, it is completely surrounded by a row of tall poplar trees, surrounded by ditches for drainage. In the middle of the garden is a row of six large tile-roofed houses. There are stone tables and wells under the big locust trees.
There is also a swimming pool dug by my father, but it has never actually had water. Four members of my family live in this manor far away from the town. My father is a forest ranger, and he patrols the surrounding Miao forests every night with an ax and flashlight.
, in such an environment, of course it is necessary to have a dog to guard the home.
In rural China in the early 1980s, most dogs still had human feces for three meals. Feeding the dogs every time they pooped became my greatest pleasure. After pooping out a small pile, I would move forward a step or two, and then feed the dogs.
I pull out a pile, and then call my dog to come and eat quickly. It’s still hot. The dog comes over and happily licks the shit clean. Sometimes the dog doesn’t want to eat, so I yell at the top of my lungs.
My family members complained that the dogs didn’t eat this hot and delicious food. In fact, how can the food residues excreted by humans be considered delicious? For dogs, the real delicious food is the leftover steamed buns eaten by humans, and they would not give up even half a piece if they can get it.
To enjoy it immediately, you need to dig a pit and bury it. This hastily built pit was discovered by my family several times, which also proved that the local proverb "You can't put buns in a doghouse" is not entirely true.
Correct, at least my dog knows how to build high walls and store food. The direct impact of this incident on me is: until I was in elementary school, I still liked to dig a hole in the rice bowl and hide some meat in it, and wait until everyone eats the meat on the plate.
After digging it out and enjoying it, it is euphemistically called the winter food hidden by the little squirrel.
There is a theater in the township. Our family often goes out to watch movies as a whole. It seems that I watched the first movie "Old Gun" here. The theater is filled with rows of cement benches without backrests.
They are all human beings. My dog is often not at home to guard the house, leaves his post without permission, wanders around, and swaggers into the theater. He uses his sense of smell to find our family among hundreds of spectators, wagging his tail and begging for mercy. Then he reluctantly leaves despite the scoldings of my family.
I went home. In fact, I was still waiting at the entrance of the theater. After the movie ended, I would always pretend to be asleep and let the adults hold me in my arms. I would go home with a flashlight in the dark night, with my dog running excitedly in front of and behind people.
Dogs in rural areas usually have a tragic fate. They are half-starved all year round, and they often have to fight with the surrounding dogs. Dogs with their mouths bitten off can be seen everywhere. If they are injured or infected with rabies, they will only die and be beaten.
The leader of the dog team clamped an iron clamp around the neck, beat him to death cruelly, peeled off the skin, stretched it and dried it in the sun. Newborn puppies were not given any protection, and their mothers could hardly give them any protection.
Except for a little bit of thin milk obtained by eating human feces. My dog is no exception. The several litters of puppies born in the past six years were all given away because they could not be raised. The disabled ones were simply thrown outside the garden.
It fends for itself. I remember there was a black and white puppy that was lame and was thrown away by the family, and was picked up by the female dog again and again. I don’t remember the final result, but I believe it was definitely not a comfortable one.
the result.
In 1982, when the educated youth returned to the city, my family moved to the city. All our belongings were loaded into a truck. My dog was definitely not allowed to be taken away. I heard that my dog followed the truck and ran far away.
Far away, maybe her eyes were full of tears at that time, maybe she was exhausted and fell into the smoke and dust of the truck with bursts of sobs coming out of her mouth, but who can understand the inner world of a dog? Who can
To understand her feelings? Although I was only five years old at the time, this did not prevent this scene from becoming an unbearable lightness in my life. Every time I think of it, I still can't help but sigh.
After I returned to the city, I was living under the roof of someone else and had no home of my own, let alone raising a dog. My biggest wish at that time was to be a professional dog breeder, raising a litter of wolfdogs and playing with them every day. Later, my family was assigned a house, and even though it was a small one, it was my own.
When I was in fifth grade, several classmates came to my house with a gray-black puppy in their arms when they were over from school at noon. They said they had picked it up on the road and wanted to give it to me. When I saw the naive puppy, I
I couldn't let it go anymore, so I kept it at home for a while. Finally, due to strong opposition from my family, I gave it to my relatives in the countryside. Later I heard that it was poisoned to death after eating something in the countryside.
It was already the end of the 20th century when I came into contact with dogs again. At that time, I was working at a construction site. The canteen at the construction site cooked a big pot of food. The large pieces of fat were delicious, but I didn’t like eating fat. There was so much fat.
It would be too conspicuous to pick it out and throw it away, so every day at noon, I would carry a large enamel bowl and pick out the fat meat in the bowl to feed the dog while eating. After a few days, I fed a nearby wild dog until it was cooked.
Time comes automatically, and I have a good meal. When I see him every day, he is very respectful to me. If I say hello from any distance, he will come galloping to King Qin.
When the construction site was basically completed, the electrician from the headquarters brought a little black dog. It was a few months old and wobbled when walking. We all fed it together, but it was still the closest to me. Every noon, I just called him "Little Black"
, no matter which room he is in, he will come in a hurry, wagging his little tail, excitedly waiting for his meal. Our lunch is very rich, and Xiao Hei eats chicken, duck and fish every meal under my care.
I drink pure water and eat, and my black hair is shiny and smooth. I am used to taking a bottle of Wahaha purified water to exercise when others are taking a nap. Xiao Hei is always following behind in a hurry. I go and he goes and he stops.
Stop, I was lying down to rest in the morning, and he lay down too, staring at my every move with his little eyes, acting like a little follower. The funniest time was when I was holding up the parallel bars, putting my clothes and pure water bottles on the floor.
On a bench nearby, an old man was walking with his grandson. The grandson was the kind of child who could barely walk or speak clearly. The child stumbled over and accidentally touched the pure water bottle on the bench.
The eager little black dog grinned and pounced on it, making threatening noises and barking from time to time. You can imagine this: a small black dog as big as a palm is scaring a child who has just learned to walk. It is really a scene.
It was an incredible scene. The child was so frightened that he cried, and Xiao Hei was so proud that he ran to me and waggled his tail wildly, asking for credit and reward. I wondered whether this dog's ability to protect its owner's property was really innate. Xiao Hei
Later, he was brought home by an electrician and became a watchdog. It is said that he is very dedicated and wants to bite anyone who passes by the door of his house.
In 2002, I finally became addicted to raising dogs. A relative opened a dog farm. I often played there. The yard was full of small cement houses, and behind the iron gate of each house was a dog farm.
A ferocious large dog. I remember a pair of black and mottled Dobermans, with two red eyes shining fiercely, with broken tails and ears. The forelimbs were as solid and powerful as two black iron rods, and the hind legs were on the ground as if they were ready at any time.
Ready to attack, it has a simple and muscular body, full of agility and bravery. There is also a German blackback named Veyron, which is huge and majestic. Compared to Doberman, although its combat power is somewhat different, its intelligence is definitely much stronger.
, after the owner’s introduction, you knew that I was a friend rather than an enemy, unlike those two fierce Dobermans who would rush at the fence gate crazily when they saw a stranger, roaring and rushing out to tear the person into pieces. The owner
I never lock the door when I go out, I just put two Dobermans in the yard, which is really more effective than several layers of security doors. The scene of the dogs eating is also very spectacular, the large stainless steel basin is full of
The thick porridge cooked in stick noodles, carrot and bone soup was eaten up like a whirlwind, and the dog head would run around with the empty basin top. Sometimes he would feed them bones, and the large bones would turn into powder in Doberman's mouth.
It's really shuddering to imagine if it bites a human limb. The teeth of a wolfdog are not as good as those of a Doberman. Usually, in order to prevent the dog's stomach from being punctured, only small bones are fed. If you throw a piece, it can always catch it quickly, and its graceful movements make the dog shudder.
People are amazed. After feeding these guys, calling their names and patting their strong chests can cultivate and nourish people's emotions. After feeding, you can take them out for a walk. I was lucky enough to take a few of them for a walk.
But it couldn't be called a walk, it was almost like being dragged forward by them.
There is a kennel that always has a cotton curtain, and a high-wattage electric light is turned on 24 hours a day. There is a female Doberman who has just given birth and a litter of puppies. No one can approach it, otherwise it will attract crazy roars. There is
One night, both the owner and the worker were away, and I was alone in the dog farm. It was the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the water was dripping like ice. Suddenly I heard the cry of a puppy. It turned out to be a Doberman cub that rolled out of the mother dog's arms and fell.
When we got to the concrete floor, the bitch had no intention of picking it back up. Instead, she barked at me. I could reach out to reach the puppy, but my hands would be torn into pieces by the angry bitch. In the end, I gave up on rescuing the puppy.
Fortunately, the puppy did not freeze to death.
There are some expensive small dogs raised indoors in the dog farm. Compared with the big dogs outside that cost one or two thousand, these are Pomeranians and bulldogs with pure blood, which are worth a lot of money. Each of them has a pedigree issued by an authoritative organization.
With certificates showing their parents and the family lineage of both parents, the price of such dogs is around 20,000 yuan or more. The little guys are very cute. If you take one out of the cage, the others
They would stand up in the cage and bump against the cage, making coquettish sounds. They had to be picked up one by one and petted before they gave up. It was not possible to let them all out. Pomeranians were wandering around like mice, and it was difficult to catch them.
He tried his best to crawl on the person, hugging the person's legs and not letting go. The ugly British bull was very calm, but when giving him the injection, the three men couldn't hold it down. The British bullfight is the kind of strong man that often appears in American cartoons.
It's a short-legged dog. Although the legs are short, it looks very solid like a tiger sitting on top of a dragon. Four legs makes a person strong.
The last time I dealt with a dog was this summer in the countryside of Shandong. I went to tease someone's puppy while drunk. The puppy rolled on the ground with its tail wagging, and asked me to tickle it with its belly up. After playing for a while, I became obsessed with it.
I went to mess with the mother of the puppy, but I was bitten by a female dog who had long disliked me. She staggered and fell to the ground. I spent another hundred yuan on rabies vaccination. Despite this lesson, I still can't change my mind when I see a dog.
I just want to touch it.
I have never really raised a dog, but my feelings for dogs are the same as those of every dog owner. If given the chance, I would raise an ordinary dog that would wait for me to go home at the end of the movie theater.
―――I would like to dedicate this document to my first dog