There are bases to ride on

In autumn, the warm sunlight spreads all over the earth, and at the same time shines warmly on the back of a bouncing little corgi.

Bubble is chasing a bright yellow cabbage butterfly above her head.

Bubbles can only see Boss every day at meal times.When the boss is away, it is just a dog playing with itself.

This small butterfly is bright in color, flutters in the wind, and lands on the little corgi's nose.

Bubble couldn't help it, sneezed, the whole puppy shook, and sprayed the cabbage butterfly far away.

The puppy caught up immediately, bouncing after him, and chased him to a green vegetable field.

This urban village has not yet been fully planned and remodeled, and some of the original villagers have retained some cultivated land.There was no way to go, and there was a sudden green in front of him, and Bubble's vision was crowded by countless vegetables.

Here is a well-kept small vegetable bed.The area is not big, the owner's house grows cabbage and rapeseed, and a shed is built in the corner to grow loofah.

The green and strong vegetable seedlings are growing well, and they are neatly arranged in the ground, spreading out a sea of ​​crowded green leaves in front of the dwarf who has never seen the world.

"Wow……"

The puppy sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Even the air here is filled with the fresh vegetable smell.

The butterfly just now didn't know where it went.Pao Pao became curious, and carefully stepped on the ground with one foot. The dark black soil was soft and moist, and a bit comfortable.

Because the roads in the field are very narrow strips, Pao Pao walked in it, and unconsciously shrunk his body into a long strip nervously, trying his best to walk on the catwalk.

The leaves of the small rapeseed are like a small fan with cool sides, sweeping over the body of the little Corgi.

After a lot of difficulty, the little Corgi's head popped out of the countless vegetables first.It was tired, put its head on the edge of the field first, and let out a long breath.

It was quiet all around.At this moment, the little Corgi moved his nose sensitively, and then slowly raised his eyes up. After seeing the dog in front of him, he was almost not scared off on the spot.

when was it here!A dog I don't know!

This is a yellow dog of no discernable breed.A chain was tied around its neck, and its face had turned a dirty grayish white. When it came, it staggered, as if the rope around its neck was heavy, and it was very, very old.

The elderly dog ​​has cloudy eyes.It came over from there, watching the frightened intruder carefully and carefully.

If it read correctly, at this moment, the uninvited guest was frightened and was trying to show his fangs, showing an unfriendly but funny expression to the old man.

"Oh, this is a..." The old yellow dog paused uncertainly: "Little pig?"

It is too old. Although it is still guarding the vegetable garden, it can no longer smell anything, and it is difficult to see.Therefore, the vegetable thief hadn't been discovered just now.

Bubble heard the old dog's gentle tone, as if he didn't intend to blame it.

It has been wandering outside for so long, and has never met a dog with such an easy-going temper.It is not as scared as before, but a little embarrassed.

Little Corgi came out of the vegetable field, shook his body, and said hello: "Hello." Added another explanation: "I am not a pig."

"Really." The old yellow dog had already lay down, accepting this fact without any worries.It laughed: "However, your four legs are like pig's legs. It's just that the pig's legs are not as short as yours."

Bubble tilted his head, thinking whether he had been scolded just now.

The old yellow dog continued to say in that hoarse voice: "I have lived for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen a dog that looks like you."

Bubble: "I'm Corgi."

The old yellow dog nodded and said slowly, "Oh. Then, you are the first Corgi to come here."

Next to it is an iron cage that can just hold it, and a lot of dusty debris, fishing nets and plastic sheets are piled up on it.

Bubble asked it curiously: "Have you never seen Corgi elsewhere?"

The old yellow dog smiled: "No, I've been here all the time."

The piece of sand where the old yellow dog stayed was much lighter than the surrounding area, and it was in the shape of a half circle, which was the area where it walked repeatedly for many years.It eats and drinks every day in this circle.

It has been like this all its life, and when it reaches the place where it feels its neck is being pulled, it will automatically give up and continue walking.

It was only then that Bubble saw that the part of its neck that was strangled by the collar had been worn off with a round of hair.This cycle has been repeated for many years, and the hair in that place will no longer grow.

"Are you hungry, little pig dog?" said the old yellow dog, "I saw you drool on the vegetable leaves."

It paused, and added: "By the way, you are also the first dog I've ever seen to eat vegetables."

Bubble shook his head, indicating that he was not hungry.It asked the other party: "Has your master forgotten you here?"

"What? That's not true," the old yellow dog seemed to be recalling, and finally said, "I've been like this since I was very young."

"Haven't you ever gone out?"

The old yellow dog spoke slowly, but still answered it patiently: "I want to guard the vegetable garden."

Little Corgi didn't understand.It is the dog that has never seen such a dog that never goes out in its life.

"Where's your master?"

"He's gone out now. However, he left these for me." The old yellow dog pointed aside with his eyes, the dog food and water in the dirty basin.

"Don't you want to go out and play?" Little Corgi wagged his tail, it can help.

"...Maybe I don't want to think about it now," the old yellow dog slowly shook his head to drive away a fly.When I looked up again, I saw that little Corgi was still looking like he wanted to break his head.

"They are in charge of your food, drink and shelter, piggy dog. Otherwise, why do you call 'Master'?"

Corgi shook his head, that's what bad masters do, he thought.

"All that can be called 'Master' are the same."

The surrounding environment was worrisome, there were too many flies and small flying insects, the old yellow dog couldn't bear the disturbance, so he had to stand up from there.It saw the collar around Corgi's neck.

Bubble wanted to refute it, but didn't know how to refute it.It raised its head and looked at the horizon, the sun had climbed to the position that it was about to set.

"I'm going back to dinner," it said.

The old yellow dog still smiled: "Let me think about it, you have a collar and you have to go back to eat. Are you a family dog?"

"Don't you understand? We are the same." It said: "Okay, you go back."

Bubble turned and left.

The old yellow dog finally said something behind it: "By the way, from the back, your legs look like chicken legs."

Bubble took one last look at the old yellow dog, and ran away with short legs.

Bubble didn't feel it at first, but after seeing the old yellow dog today, it felt more and more the existence of the collar around its neck.

Only one dog wears it, those stray dogs, and the boss, they don't need to wear it.

It doesn't want to wear it either.

Even in the middle of the meal, it couldn't help jio kicking the collar on its neck after using it.

Ann: "Eat well."

"Boss," Bubbles raised its face when it heard what the boss said, "How do you get rid of this?"

"What's wrong with the neck?" Ann said, looking down for its neck.

The fur on the dwarf's body is double-thickened, making his neck look soft and fluffy.

Its eyes are like two clear glass beads, looking at Ann: "I want to get rid of it."

How can I send it home after removing it.

Do you want to be a stray dog ​​outside for a lifetime?It couldn't survive outside alone, and died within a few days.Ann said, "I can't remove it."

The little fool didn't seem to give up, he added a sentence: "I can't recognize it if I remove it." Then Bubble remembered, yes, the boss can't tell what Corgi looks like.It can recognize Corgi by looking at the photos. Without this circle, it and the boss would have been completely separated.

Little Corgi thought about it.Finally it nodded, agreed and said doglegly: "You are right."

It was about to bury its head and continue eating when it remembered another thing.Bubble asked sincerely: "Boss, do my legs look like chicken legs?"

Ann just wants it to eat quickly.Bubble kept his head tilted, stared at the boss and glanced back, then the boss paused and gave a one-word answer.

"picture."

Bubble's reaction was slightly delayed.Because it feels like it shouldn't be happy at this time.

But this answer came out of the boss's mouth. Although it was toneless, it became a certain kind of affirmation in its ears for some reason.

An simply felt that this metaphor was really vivid.

I saw little Corgi's butt muscles were round and full, and the lower leg was like a mallet.No dog would be more like it if it wasn't like it.

It looked again, and the corgi had already started to smile "hehe", and there was a bit of embarrassment in the smile of accepting the compliment.

Ann: "...are you happy?"

Bubble shyly: "A little bit."

The boss said it resembled it.

Forgetful little corgi has come to terms with the collar.

Silly Blake.Ann watched it eat, not knowing what to think.