There are bases to ride on

The moment after Bubble was taken away, the tires of the big truck sped past, rumbling and crushing the ground it had been on just now.

It was in a trance for a moment, and the feeling was too familiar and reassuring, and tears welled up in its eyes uncontrollably.

Mom, is Mom coming to pick it up?

To be precise, it was its body, which flew to the opposite side of the road at an unprecedented speed, and nimbly avoided all the big iron guys hitting it like a swimming fish in the process.

Bubble's heart was about to stop beating in fright, and the kind-hearted dog behind him kept holding it firmly in its mouth, and quickly dodged every critical crisis. It had never seen such a vigorous skill.

It should be a large dog - at least it has never been held in its mouth like this since it was young.

Because of the grip on the back of the neck, it is difficult for Bubble to see who the kind dog is behind him. All he can see is its muscular and powerful front paws.

There were countless shouts and curses from behind, but the kind-hearted man didn't put it down immediately, and drove it all the way.During this process, Pao Pao gave full play to all the things that a corgi can do - obediently being held in its mouth and not daring to move around, for fear of causing trouble to others.

Until the two of them reached a secluded place.Bubble felt his body dangling in mid-air, and then was gently put down.

It turned around and raised its head to see the appearance of the savior.

In front of me is a Chinese pastoral dog, a kind of dog commonly known as a native dog.This is just one of them, a wolf-type dog called Langqing.The fur in front of this one is iron-green, with a well-proportioned and strong body, like a wolfhound, with a long and thick tail and dark brown eyes.

With its height, it is only as long as the legs of the tall benefactor.The benefactor seemed very familiar, especially the slightly hideous scar at the end of his eye, and this cold and fierce look... Little Corgi froze.

It finally recognized it belatedly and tremblingly. Isn't the one in front of it the tallest one among the few stray dogs bullying it?

They call it the boss.

It was overly frightened before, and it had another vigorous exercise, and the strength in its body now seemed to be drained.Not to mention escaping, but now still insisting on maintaining a silent eye contact with the benefactor, and not fainting, it is considered to have strong perseverance.

It can even feel in horror that the eyes of its benefactor looked at it from head to tail, as if thinking about where to start.

Bubbles shook even more.

Anju watched the little creature shivering in front of him condescendingly, and even the big ears that were usually pricked up were limp.

The first time I saw this guy was in the trash can on my site.

To be fair, it is the first time it has seen a guy with such short legs.

At that time, the hair on its body was still clean and soft, and its texture was reminiscent of the most advanced cashmere soft blanket in the window.With two short front paws, the little thing struggled to pull a pile of stinky fruit peels and greasy discarded lunch boxes.

It didn't take long for its body to be like them, messy, the originally soft hair was matted into locks, and the four short legs were even more dirty and black.The same is true for the collar around its neck, rubbed with dirt from nowhere.

Yes, a dog with a collar—unlike these wild dogs, it was kept at home, perhaps one of those expensive little pet dogs.Its nails are neatly trimmed and not aggressive at all.Maybe one day its owner will come back and look for it.He can go back to his own den, chew toys and nutritious dog food.

It is said that dogs like corgis are born with the advantage of being lovable.They are docile and soft in appearance.Those round, bright black eyes will look at you innocently, with their mouths open, even their expressions seem to be smiling at you happily, making people feel soft in their hearts just looking at them.

Ann had never seen a stray dog ​​with such short legs.Either they are expensive and well cared for, but even the most expensive dogs can get lost, or it is another brutal fact that they are not suitable for this kind of environment.

Of course, there's nothing wrong with them in and of themselves.As pet dogs, being cute and being as cute as possible is their survival skills.

The skill of the kid in front of him is obviously very profound.It looks so soft and cute, with an aura that makes people want to be close and lovable.Too bad none of his cute tricks work on stray dog ​​territory.

"Thanks..."? He was too nervous, causing Bubbles to lose his breath when he said the first word, adding bricks and tiles to his useless image at this time.

The little thing trembled for a while, mustered up the courage, and said to it: "...Thank you, thank you." Because of the trembling, the two words of thank you were shaken into three.The voice is thin and weak.It is afraid.

An's indifferent eyes always fell on it coolly.

It took a step closer to Bubble, sniffing its body with its wolf-like nose.

This is as it should be, canine habits.Bubbles should lie flat and let the news go, to show that he is completely honest and not dangerous at this time.It can control its reason, but it can't control the fear in its heart.

This is just a vicious dog from hell, right?The shadow of its figure covered the whole Bubble, and the latter didn't dare to look up at the tall figure of the opponent, and those tall, indifferent and terrifying dark pupils.

It's so tense.When the huge wolf's head approached, he couldn't control his legs, and lay down on all fours, performing a split on the spot on the spot.

The two short, mallet-like legs were desperately stretched to the sides, and it really was a standard splits posture.

Alright, now, the butt that was already voluptuous and fluffy now looks so much better to the touch that it is unbearably itchy, and I wish I could knead it hard on the spot.

Bubble didn't know how to split arms in the first place, perhaps no dog would have such a hobby.This skill was also trained by its previous owner.

Lotte Sunshine's corgis are known as healing dogs.They are friendly and cute, as long as they have two wings inserted on their backs, they are just like little angels.

Although Corgi has the name of a guard dog, it has been kept as a pet dog in human homes for a long time, and now its skill points seem to be all added to the useless cuteness and cuteness.

According to the logic of the stray dog ​​society, this seems to be a survival skill.As long as you can survive, there is no difference between the pros and cons of survival skills.

The tall wolfhound stopped talking.

silence.

Cold, very cold cold.

Bubble lay on the ground, his heartbeat accelerated due to nervousness, and gradually sank.

Even with the protection of the fur on its belly, it felt the coldness invade its skin, as if it wanted to freeze the blood flowing in its body.

The big dog on the opposite side has always maintained apathetic indifference, looking down at it, as if looking at a real idiot.

It was as if he had been plucked and thrown into the cold wind of a winter night. The cold and shame that penetrated into the bone marrow forced him to have nowhere to escape.

——it was suddenly ashamed to the extreme.

It used to perform this action on a soft carpet.The owner will have a good laugh, give him loving touches and kisses, and reward him with tasty treats.Bubble felt that it was playing with its owner, it happily enjoyed everyone's smiles, and had a great time.

For the first time, it clearly recognized the fact that it was a clown.

The big dog finally moved.

It withdrew its gaze and stood up in front of the splitting bubble.It was only a movement of shaking the dust, so that it could have an outlet for the disdain that was showing all over its body, but it just didn't even bother to give the other party the disdain.

It directly skipped over Bubble, who was still maintaining a stiff posture, and trotted away.

Before leaving, he dropped a sentence: "If you want to die, die far away, don't die here."

……

After the sound of its footsteps could no longer be heard, Bubble slowly got up from the ground.This day is really tiring and long, Bubble thought slowly.While thinking, he walked forward with four short legs.

He was beaten, chased, his back was injured, and his tail was tied with strange things. He was still hungry from yesterday until now.Also, where is he going to find a place to sleep tonight where there is no wind and no other dogs?

Its footsteps were heavy, and every step seemed to use up the last bit of strength in its body.A short dog wobbled along this road with few pedestrians, passing by many dark buildings, its footsteps became more and more dazed, and its eyes became more and more bewildered.

It does nothing.

Lotte's little Corgi finally saw the reality in front of him.

There are no laughing humans here to bother with it either.In fact, not a single dog here wants to bother with it.

Not its fault.Since it was born in a pet shop, it has been taught how to be cute to make it more cute.But Bubble still doesn't understand, how did things become like this?

The wound on the body still hurts.If someone passed by at this time, they would see a dirty stray dog, and his own dog stood in the middle of the road for a long time.

It couldn't last long in the cold wind, but it moved afterward.As if hesitating or wandering in confusion, its short legs tentatively walked a few intersections, and retreated helplessly every time.

It finally found a wall with a little shelter from the wind, rolled up and lay down there.

It closed its eyes, and the moonlight was dim, but it was still enough to see a little bit of water in the corner of the little Corgi's eyes, which was precarious, but did not really fall.