pet dog

I said it was a big meal, but I didn’t actually go to a high-end restaurant. Obviously, the more high-end restaurants, the less pets are allowed in, so one person and one dog are just in a food stall on the side of the road, without a roof, it’s all temporary The set up, plastic tables, plastic stools, everything looks very simple.

There are all kinds of people, there are migrant workers who are big and small, office workers who are in a hurry, and many young couples, but there is no such thing as Fang Yiran, who looks like he can go to a dinner party at any time in a suit.Even the owner of the food stall thought he had gone to the wrong place when he saw Fang Yiran, but Fang Yiran didn't mind at all. He just sat down on the greasy plastic table, and the dog squatted obediently beside him.

The environment of food stalls is really unflattering. There are disposable chopsticks and plastic boxes everywhere on the ground, and more bone residues left by customers after eating. Generally, dogs like to smell and eat these things on the ground. , but the strange thing is that the dog has no interest in those bones on the ground.

Probably because Fang Yiran was too out of place here, the proprietress wiped the table and the floor for him in a very embarrassed manner.Fang Yiran frowned as he watched the rubbish rubbing against the dog and was swept away. He waved to it and signaled it to come to the stool. Anyway, Fang Yiran didn't mind sharing the table with the dog, and the boss certainly wouldn't mind...

When the dog jumped onto the stool, Fang Yiran felt belatedly that it was really a big one, so he leaned over, circled it, and smoothed the hair on its neck, "Let's eat meat and bones, okay? "

The dog naturally didn't answer him, but the proprietress who was waiting to order food smiled and said, "We have bone pot here, do you want to try it?"

Fang Yiran nodded with a smile, and ordered some cartilage meat, as well as secret veal, braised rabbit meat, anyway, they are all meat. For dogs, it is really a feast...

The advantage of food stalls is that the food is served very quickly, but within 10 minutes, their dishes are ready, and the proprietress even brought two bottles of beer and put them on the table.

"I don't want wine."

"For you." The proprietress wiped her hands on the apron that couldn't see the original color, opened the bottle for them, and said with a smile.

Fang Yiran expressed his thanks with a smile, then poured himself a cup from a disposable cup, picked it up and drank it in one gulp, the cold liquid slid down his throat, Fang Yiran shivered firmly, it was so cold.

"Do you drink?" He poured himself another cup, poured another cup for the dog, put it in front of its eyes, and asked.

The dog leaned over to the edge of the cup, stuck out its tongue, and licked it. The bitter taste of the beer made it put on a sad face, which made Fang Yiran laugh. He gave it a disposable plate and put some meat on it. bone.The dog smelled the meat, and couldn't wait to bite it down, and immediately spit it out again, sticking out its tongue and breathing.

Fang Yiran was taken aback, hugging the dog and lying on top of it with a smile, "Stupid dog." But the dog's tongue is most afraid of being scalded, can the freshly cooked bones not burn it.

The so-called extreme joy begets sorrow, Fang Yiran didn't finish laughing, his face was wet, and he quickly covered its big tongue with his hand to stop it from molesting his face, and while wiping his face, he pinched its neck and threatened: "You bad guy, don't let me go again!" Naughty, I won't give you food."

He said so, but he took the roasted cartilage off the bamboo sticks, carefully picked out the bamboo thorns on it, and then fed it to it.The dog rolled the meat into its mouth contentedly, bit it loudly, and licked Fang Yiran's hand unsatisfied.

Just like that, Fang Yiran ate a bite by himself and fed the dog a bite, the two of them, oh no, one person and one dog also enjoyed eating.The proprietress passed them by serving dishes from time to time, and she couldn't help being funny seeing the man and the dog being so affectionate.

Touching his stuffed stomach, Fang Yiran drank the last glass of wine and asked with a smile, "Are you full? Let's go when we're full."

The dog obediently jumped off the stool and waited for Fang Yiran to check out, and then followed Fang Yiran to the left.The standard side-to-side follow-up action is on the left side of the owner, neither far nor close to the owner, neither forward nor backward, neither ahead nor behind during the march. It looks simple, but in fact it needs strict training.

At the beginning of training, use a short drawstring to pull on the left side beside you. At this time, you should not put the drawstring too long to make the dog move freely.After June, strict training will be implemented, and the habit of sideways follow-up will be deeply planted since childhood. After the habit is formed, the drawstring will be gradually extended or the drawstring will not be used at all, that is, the left heel of the cordless foot in advanced movements. Enter.

It's a pity that Fang Yiran didn't have much research on dogs, so he naturally wouldn't notice that he didn't even use a rope to lead a stray dog ​​he just picked up, but the dog beside him was up to standard enough to participate in the competition.

One person and one dog, strolling home slowly, as digested food, really like the owner taking the dog out for a walk after a meal.

This time at the door of his house, Fang Yiran was not in a hurry to go in. Instead, he squatted down in front of the dog and looked at the dog with his chin propped up.The dog tilted his head and looked at Fang Yiran, as if he didn't understand why he didn't go in, and then went to lick Fang Yiyan's chin again.

Fang Yiran was tickled by it, but he didn't stop it, just stroked its chin, watched it squint its eyes in enjoyment, and sighed: "Hey, I'm going to miss you, what should I do?"

No matter how reluctant he is, he will eventually go home, and the building will not suddenly allow pets. Fang Yiran stood up, touched its ears, and said, "Will I see you tomorrow?"

Naturally, the dog didn't answer, but just watched Fang also go upstairs.

In the elevator, Fang Ran also reflected on his abnormality in the past few days. Why did he get stuck with a dog? Do he really want to raise it?But he is also afraid that if he really has feelings, it will be very painful to lose them. After all, even if he dies, the dog only has about 15 years of life.

In fact, Fang Yiran feels that the relationship with a pet is deeper than that of a human. After all, people’s hearts are complicated, and who knows the truth of a hypocritical person. As for a dog, as long as you treat it well, it will naturally treat you well. You are its owner. It will naturally be loyal to you, accompany you silently, and only ask for your occasional petting, and even some dogs will only accept food from their owners.Fang Yiran didn't know if he could afford this kind of responsibility, and he didn't know whether he should invest in this kind of emotion. Once invested, he couldn't take it back...

You see, he is already worried now, where will the dog spend the night at night, will he have no place to stay, will he be bullied, will he show up downstairs at his house tomorrow, escort him to work, and then Pick yourself up from get off work again?Will be disappointed if it doesn't show up...