[Comprehensive] Cute Pet Diary

[On a rainy morning, I picked up a big golden retriever. 】

【Owner: Christine Lakos (Pet Shop Owner)】

Autumn rain is the hardest.

I closed my eyes, listened to the sound of rain outside the window, and quietly waited for the alarm clock to ring at 05:30.

The alarm clock was set earlier and earlier, but I also woke up earlier.I opened my eyes and sighed deeply.After leaving Wall Street, the life of not fighting or grabbing is not used to it.

The rain in late autumn is the most annoying, it is cold and tiresome.I wrapped the quilt tightly and turned over, only to hear the sound of the alarm clock ringing.

Finally, I can get up, and it's time to go downstairs to feed and water those babies.

After my father lost his job ten years ago, he opened a pet shop on a non-prosperous street in New York, and it has been open for ten years.He especially likes small animals, so he spent the past ten years very happily.

However, he unfortunately passed away from cancer a month ago, and this store can only be inherited by my only daughter.Her mother had divorced and remarried seven years ago, and her relationship with her father had long been uneventful, but at least she was willing to come back to see him off for the last time.

After the funeral, before my mother left, she held my face in her hands and choked up: "Chris, you can't do this... look how thin you've lost, you need to eat well."

In order for her to return home to California with peace of mind, I promised repeatedly that I would eat, drink and live well.

In fact, even though I still don't eat much and sleep very little, I feel like I'm doing pretty well.Much better than when I just broke up.

I dragged my slippers and walked into the store to add food and water to the screaming kittens, dogs, hamsters and other cute pets.Unlike my father, who is especially popular with small animals, these cute pets don't like me.

It's the same today. When they saw me, they either looked disgusted or didn't bother to talk to me. They didn't even yell at me intimidatingly.

As a pet shop owner, the saddest thing is not that pets are afraid of you attacking you, but that you are almost humiliated, and they still don’t want to bird you.

I am also heartbroken today.

I put on my raincoat, put on my rain boots, and went out with the three big bags of rubbish I had accumulated yesterday.These three big bags are either the shedding hair of the babies or their excrement.

The garbage truck came on time as always.I know the driver, and I often meet: "Good morning, Boss Larks (note, the store manager's surname is Larks, literally translated as Larks). You still get up so early."

"Good morning uncle," I greeted with a smile, "it's really cold today."

Throwing the rubbish into the garbage truck, I wrapped up my raincoat and went to the corner of the street to buy breakfast.

There were large puddles of water on the road, and even with wellies on, I was reluctant to wade through them.So when I came back from buying food, I took a long detour and walked through a small park that was quiet and deserted on a rainy morning.

It was my first plan to go straight through, but I couldn't do it.Because I was in a small park and saw a bunch of red, blue, blue, yellow and yellow things soaked in stagnant water.

It was inexplicable.

I took a few steps closer, only to find that it was a big golden retriever with injuries all over its body, wrapped in tattered cloth of the same color as the national flag, with a blue helmet marked A on its head, almost completely soaked in water inside.

The stagnant water was almost stained red by the blood on its body.

There is a shield buckled under it, the color matching and the helmet, no matter how you look at it, it looks like the style of Captain America who once saved New York.

This is not surprising.

Since The Avengers was revealed, it has become fashionable for pets to dress up like Captain America and Iron Man.My store has received many pets dressed up like this by their owners.

But this shield is bigger than any toy shield I've seen before, and it looks fake.

Tsk, rich people are willing to spend money on pets, and they are more ruthless.

As a pet shop owner--albeit a new one--I couldn't just let this happen, so I ran over, squatted down, and carefully inspected it.

It was seriously injured, not only with cuts, but also with gunshot wounds.I was almost scared to death, there are still people so cruel!

But unexpectedly, this big golden retriever is still alive!I fiddled with it a few times, it shrugged its nose, closed its eyes and moved its ears slightly.

very impressive!This tenacious vitality!

Without delay, I bit the plastic bag of breakfast between my teeth, flipped over the shield, and put the injured big golden retriever into the shield together with the tattered clothes.I didn't know until I hugged it. This golden retriever is too big, right?super heavy...

The shield couldn't hold it at all, so I had to drag the shield with one hand and it with the other, and it took me a lot of effort to drag it to my pet store.

The driver of the garbage truck passed by my door and whistled with great interest: "Boss Little Braun, are you still picking up toy dogs?"

A toy dog ​​is not as heavy as it is!

As soon as the big golden retriever entered the studio, the babies in the store suddenly became silent for a while, and then started howling crazily, but once they saw me, they became depressed again.

It really beeped the golden retriever, why did my old lady provoke you!

Rolling my eyes, I sweep the contents of the grooming counter to the floor and give it a close look.I can deal with broken bones and cuts, but not with gunshot wounds.

Before my father died, I came to help. My father said that when encountering a seriously injured pet, he would go directly to the door on the third floor.

I took off my raincoat and ran up to the third floor.

My pet store is neither big nor small, divided into one and two floors.But the store has three floors, and the third floor is leased to a dentist.

Although it was still early and the dentist's office hadn't opened yet, the doctor came out after knocking on the door.He is a tall, slender, black-haired, black-eyed Scot with gold-rimmed glasses and dressed ascetic.

As soon as I explained my purpose, the dentist rolled his eyes and said in a Scottish accent: "Boss Little Lark, you didn't learn your father's way of pleasing small animals, but you have learned this way of pleasing your neighbors without a teacher. "

Then he smiled, "I refuse."

If it were my father, he would have to grind shamelessly until Mr. Dentist agrees.But this method is low-tech and time-consuming.

I prefer the cruder approach: "Do me this favor and cut my rent in half this month."

The dentist immediately rolled up his sleeves and went downstairs: "Take that sentence back, you are quite likable."

The author has something to say: the store manager's surname Larks means "lark", and this pet shop is called "lark pet shop".

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