There are bases to ride on

The little Corgi stood up straight and straight, stared ahead, held his head high, and even carefully raised his ears on his head.

Drawing a horizontal line from the height of the tip of the ear, the height of the little corgi is a little higher than the pile of empty can shells neatly piled up beside it.

For several days in a row, the boss brought him a can every day on time.

Each time, it repeats the content of the previous day, puts in the can, opens the can, and then leaves without saying a word while it is eating.Boss's style is as crisp and cool as his own.

Before I knew it, so many days had passed.

Every day, Bubble dragged the empty cans back to the alley where he hid, collected them one by one, and stacked them well.

In this mini alley sandwiched between the base of the wall and the base of the wall, Pao Pao can come and go freely in it thanks to his size advantage, but a bigger dog can't do it.

It's a little bad that there is no roof, but this has become its new hiding place,

Beside this stack of empty cans, there is another pile that looks rich.

And these are the private collections of its bubbles.

Inside, some are plastic dolls without hands and feet, some still have some kind of meat-scented packaging bags, and some have shiny glass bottles... Each of them is a treasure that Pao Pao carefully selected and brought back from outside.

In this pile, the largest piece should be the doge pillow placed at the innermost side against the wall.

There are many things that Corgi cannot understand.For example, there are emojis in the human world, for example, humans use dogs as emojis, and for example, this dirty pillow is actually a squint-eyed Shiba Inu.

When Bubble first saw it in the garbage dump, he couldn't understand what was going on.Little Keji stood next to the pillow that was as big as him, and tilted his head in doubt.

This, this thing... Is it the one painted on it?

Hey.

So shy? (?????ω?????)?

Pao Pao wagged his tail, stepped forward, shyly and reservedly dragged the big pillow back to his place little by little.

Although it was his favorite thing in the pile, the pillow that leaked cotton had never been taken out by Bubble since it was brought back, and it was kept very cherished by little Corgi.

Because of this huge pile, all the things here may be said to be its treasures, but in fact they are all the gifts that the little Corgi found for the boss with full of heart.

It's just that Bubble hasn't found a gift that can fully meet its wishes. Although the little Corgi thinks they are good, if they just want to take them out and give them to the boss, they are almost nothing.

Little Corgi is also working hard today to find the most perfect return gift for his boss in the world.

Bubble is the most hardworking and hardworking dog in this area.Almost every dog ​​knows this little short leg with bloody blood.

Every day before dawn, its small figure will swish in all the alleys, and it will be the first to rush to the trash can in the morning.Then came a day of diligent looking around.

Looking at the picture of the short-legged little figure running hard, I can even feel a bit inexplicably inspirational and touching from it.

The inspirational bubble still left the door early today.As usual, I saw fruit peels and garbage thrown everywhere at my "doorway".

It may be that the wind is too strong at night, and these days I can always see such things at the door of my house.Once, even a dead mouse was scraped over, and that time, Bubble was so scared that he didn't feel hungry all day.

Today is fine.The hard-working little Corgi turned into sweeping the foundation, cleaned up the fruit shells and papers in twos and twos, and took them to work together.It left a clean ground behind it.

Bubble is still the first dog to go to the garbage dump.It held its breath, ready to do a big fight, its whole head was buried inside, only a round buttocks and a fluffy tail were exposed outside.

While it was working hard, a strange voice suddenly appeared next to it.

"...Have you heard? You better be careful, if you are also infected, we should not meet each other."

Corgi, who was buried in a pile of rubbish, twitched his ears, and accidentally heard two voices outside gossiping.

The second voice replied: "Okay, got it."

"Who brought the canine distemper?"

"It's not our dog. It's said to be a breed of dog whose owner was thrown away. It's said that he hasn't come to look for it for a long time. It's only when he has an incurable canine distemper that he gets thrown away. It's all like this."

Oh, it seems that there is an epidemic of infectious diseases recently, it is so scary, it should be careful recently.

"What does that sick dog look like?"

"Damn, you haven't seen it before, it's too miserable... You have that kind of disease that you haven't seen before, your legs are only a little short, not as long as a ham, and you can't run fast, isn't that the same as being disabled. "

Bubble: ...

Bubble:? ? ?

Too much dialogue.Isn't it talking about it?

The dog who talked about it was talking about something else, and perhaps the heartless Bubble couldn't tell.But, short-legged, is there a second short-legged dog around here?

No, dogs shorter than it may have longer legs than it.

Bubbles are so angry.Short legs are not a disease.

"That dog is also unlucky. If he gets that disease, he can only wait to die in the future."

"I don't know where it is now, or I can avoid it first."

A timid voice suddenly broke into their communication: "...Are you talking about me?"

The two dogs immediately looked at each other.Only then did they discover that there was another dog hiding behind the trash can.Because the nearby smell was too strong, they couldn't smell it immediately.

First the corgi's friendly little head pokes out from behind the trash can, then the body, then the legs.

Seeing Bubble's short legs and the collar around his neck, both dogs fell silent.They were silent, while quickly backing away for a distance, the two pairs of eyes stared at Bubbles vigilantly.

Bubble: "Good morning~"

The two dogs took another step back, one of them was ready to run at any moment.

"Wait!" Bubble hurriedly explained: "You have misunderstood! Although I look different from you, this is not a disease, it is born! Look!"

Bubble trotted out a few steps, showing off his body that can run and jump.The two dogs looked at each other, obviously in disbelief.Bubble's tone reassured: "Really! I'm not lying!"

One of the big yellow dogs retorted: "Then tell yourself, why were you kicked out?"

This question stunned Bubbles for a moment.It answered blankly but honestly: "...I don't know either."

"You had an owner before, didn't you? Rarely do dogs like you come out to stray. Only those who are sick and cannot be cured will be driven out."

They have seen too much of this.This short leg has been around for a while now.If it was a lost dog, it would be impossible not to see half of the dog finding notice.

Another dog echoed loudly: "Yes, don't you even know it? You are obviously a sick dog!"

Bubble shook his head: "I'm not sick, look, I'm fine now!"

Yet no dog would believe it.There have been precedents before, and the discarded dog got sick and infected the dogs in this area.

These unknown diseases are terrible and can be transmitted to the next dog at any time.In case of illness, no matter what the illness is, it is terminally ill, no dog will take care of you, you can only wait for death.

"The dog is a liar," they said

Bubble still wanted to explain, but the big yellow dog put on an attack posture and let out a threatening growl from its throat.Bubble couldn't help but take a few steps back.

It yelled at Bubble: "Get out of here!" The sound was so loud that another dog also yelled at it.

Bubble was shuddered by the roar.The little guy was so frightened that he didn't dare to dig through the garbage, so he ran away in a panic.

"Don't let me see you again!" came a fierce threat from behind.

Bubble ran several distances in one breath, and it was so exhausted that it gasped for breath.The little Corgi ran to a place where there was no one, and then his pace slowed down, and he gradually couldn't run anymore.

No matter how stubby the little fool's nerves were, he also remembered it on the way to escape desperately just now.

No wonder it felt that there were fewer other dogs on the road these days. It turned out that everyone was just avoiding it tacitly.

Then, the things that appeared at its door were not accidental.

Little Corgi looked to the left and then to the right. It was quiet and there was no one around.

It was so quiet that the dog with its head bowed in the middle of the road seemed sad.

Other dogs seem to have friends.There is only one corgi, and from the first day of wandering until now, he has been running around alone in this area.

But it still wanted to make friends.

Why don't you like playing with it?

Even his (unilaterally announced) best friend, little white dog, has stopped appearing these days.The boss cannot be regarded as a friend, the boss is a great benefactor, the most super invincible boss.

But that's okay.Bubble thinks of the boss, it thinks it still has important things to do.So he cheered up and walked towards another nearby trash can with a dog.

But today is no longer Bubbles' lucky day.Today is its bad day.

It met the previous black dog mother and son at another garbage dump.The mother dog is clearly very protective of her pups, so she showed the utmost malice towards this dangerous little corgi.

Bubble was shouted before even getting close.The black dog was very aggressive and bared its fangs at him. If the sick dog dared to take a step closer and infect its children, it would not mind fighting with it here.

"Get out of here! You freak dog! Get out of here!"

Bubble didn't even have a chance to say a word, it was driven away.

It doesn't matter.The little Corgi on the road was trotting, talking to himself in a low voice: "I'm not sick."

"I didn't get sick."

Corgi started to trot, some round figures bouncing and bouncing on the road.Bubble repeated again, he reached an agreement with himself, it is not a sick dog, no canine distemper, no disease.

It was almost bitten by a tabby on the way.It was so frightening, the big mouth with terrifying fangs narrowly brushed past its ear, Bubble's heart almost stopped beating, and in an instant he was so frightened that he ran at the peak speed of his life, desperately running away.

It ran a long way, and it slowly recalled the laughter that erupted behind it the moment it escaped just now.Maybe those big dogs were just scaring it for fun, and just wanted to have fun with it fleeing in a panic.

The world of stray dogs is not friendly.Their living environment is harsh, and they are more hostile and discriminatory to each other.

It seems that the false news that it has canine distemper has spread widely.Bubbles is now clearly at the bottom end of the discrimination chain.

"Go away! You sick dog!"

Their voices said so behind their backs.Bubble had already run so far away, but those voices still lingered behind Little Corgi all the way.

"I'm not a sick dog."

Little Corgi talked to himself louder and louder.In one go, it fiddled with its four legs, which were shorter than others, and ran towards home.

Pao Pao has decided that it will go out to look for food later, when there are fewer dogs hanging around outside.In the same way, maybe at night, its harvest will be even more.

Little Corgi ran all the way home.

After finally reaching the door of the house, it stopped, and the whole Corgi stood there motionless as if the pause button had been pressed.

The end of the alley was sealed off by people. Because of the narrow space, ordinary dogs couldn't easily get in, so Bubble used it to store its treasures.

The new pillow with its face painted on it was treasured and placed against the wall, all the little treasures it collected so hard were piled together, and most importantly, there was a stack of empty tin boxes in the corner that had been stored for several days .

I don't know which dog came over during the period and pissed on these things.Now there is an embarrassing and disgusting smell of urine, which makes people not even want to take a step closer.It seems that more than one dog may be playing tricks here.

The public enemy of all dogs is the guy with canine distemper.They all hate it and want it to go.

Before going out today, Pao Pao was still trying to find the best gift for the boss with his head held high.After going out for a trip and coming back, it has lost all the painstaking efforts of the past few days.

No one may know what kind of effort it takes for a short leg to collect these things bit by bit by itself.Bubble loves everything here.

Bubble stopped at the door for a while, then walked in slowly.

"I'm not a sick dog."

It murmured under its breath and would only repeat the sentence.

It's not a unwanted dog, or a sick dog, or a deformity.

Little Corgi walked over.Fortunately, the cans were stacked into a vertical strip. It put the empty can on the top that hadn't been soaked in urine in its mouth, then turned its head, and a dog left.

"I'm not a sick dog."

In order to cheer himself up, little Corgi's vague voice was a little louder than before.It walked out of the alley, took a deep breath, and suppressed the tears in its eyes.

"...I'm not a sick dog."

The little corgi took its last empty can, and a dog thumped away.

……

This dwarf melon ran too far today.Ann finally caught a glimpse of a figure digging a hole with its front paws under an old tree.

In this lesson, the hundred-year-old locust tree is as thick as several people can hug. The huge and thick canopy is lush, and the gray puppy hides under it, like a potato next to the root of the tree. Can't find it.

It's well hidden.When Ann walked over, the big ears on the top of the head of the little Corgi who was struggling to dig the hole shook, and before his head could be raised, the tail behind him swung honestly and quickly.

"Boss!" Little Corgi raised his head, and when he saw Boss, he started laughing silly, and Xiaofen stuck out his tongue: "How did you find me!"

The boss brought canned food to it again today.The boss is so powerful, there are cans to eat every day.

In the afternoon, he took the only empty can he had left and ran a long way, determined to hide it.

Bubble has decided, this time it will never let other dogs find it again.

It's a dog that doesn't know the road, so it turns when it sees an intersection, and it goes where there are few people.Finally ran to this quiet place.Pao Pao thought about burying it here, so that it would not be afraid of being lost in the future.

After asking this question, little Corgi felt wrong again.The boss must be the same as usual, he went to look for it at its home first, and then came here after he couldn't find it.

Then the boss of his family already knows about it.

Not only at home, the boss is so strong, he must know everything.

Little Corgi hesitated for a moment, wagging his tail behind him, but he was not so jubilant.

The feeling of being isolated from everyone is annoying.

Bubble didn't know how to explain to the boss that he was not sick.The other dogs regarded him as a liar, and Bubble was already feeling very uncomfortable. If the boss also regarded him as a liar... Bubble thought, he might feel a little sad.

I don't know if I can hold back my tears in front of the boss.

The little Corgi suddenly lowered his head, pawed the ground with his dingy front paws, and continued to dig the hole he hadn't finished just now.

It doesn't really want to see the boss anymore.Perhaps in a few days, everyone will be able to believe that it is not actually sick.Then the relationship between it and the boss can still be the same as before.

Two figures, one big and one small, stayed together under the shade of the tree.Silence spread between them, the air uncomfortably quiet.

Lang Qing didn't know why he hadn't left yet.It sat down in front of the little corgi who was digging the hole.

Bubble didn't look up at the boss.It repeated in its heart what it had been saying to itself, but this time it was not so confident.After finishing speaking, I feel sad first.

"Boss." It was the little Corgi who broke the silence first, sniffed his nose as soon as he opened his mouth, and then said, "I'm not sick."

The little fool was wagging his back cheerfully, his tail wagging and then stopped moving.

Ann became more silent.

He didn't know what to do with the sad little corgi either.What should it say now?

It belongs to a different environment than this little corgi.

In the environment of natural selection, it goes without saying that An is naturally the most capable dog.Natural selection, if they do not choose to survive, the only thing left is a dead end.

Therefore, his natural personality is a pure pragmatism straight man, born with a lack of empathy.

In addition to the daily needs of eating and drinking, it is still too difficult for it to deal with the complicated thoughts and low emotions of the little Corgi.An is the worst at dealing with such untouchable and invisible things.

It can't understand.

Bubble waited for a while, but the boss hadn't left yet.Its motionless figure was still in front of it.

Ann thought for a while, and finally spoke to the low-pitched little Corgi in front of him.

"It's not sick." Ann looked down at it and said, "You're just cute."

Its voice is still as deep and thick as ever.It's not appropriate to say such a thing.The evening wind blows the thick and lush leaves of a tree, rustling above their heads, it is very strange, I don't know why it is so gentle.

Little Corgi suddenly raised his head to look at it, sniffed his nose, his lower lip trembled, and was about to cry in the next second.

Ann couldn't sit still.It was really afraid that this little fool would really cry like this, so it stood up, quickly opened the can it brought, and asked it, "Do you want to eat?"

Little Corgi is super obedient.Its shoulders trembled, but it still walked over obediently, and buried its head in eating the canned food.