[Comprehensive] Cute Pet Diary

[French fries are only delicious when shared. 】

【Owner: Christine Lakos (Pet Shop Owner)】

It rained again today and froze to death.

It seems that autumn is really leaving, I guess, it will snow in New York in a few days.

The colder it is, the lazier people are.

I hugged my warm baby and curled up on the sofa in the small living room on the first floor, listening to the cries of the cute babies next door, lazily waiting for customers to come to my door.

Suddenly I remembered that I counted my fingers. It has been two months since I inherited this Little Bailing Pet Shop.

Although I can occasionally make ends meet, I, a new store manager who graduated from a business school and has absolutely no experience in raising animals, has not destroyed the pet store left by my father so far. I also admire myself.

However, the real reason is mainly due to my hardworking and lovely employee Little Nightingale.

Mr. Scotland, who runs the dentist shop on the third floor, always laughs at me. If there is no little nightingale, the first person to die in my shop is either Mengbao or myself.

I think he makes a lot of sense.

The rent will be doubled next month.

Footsteps sounded on the stairs with a uniform frequency.No need to guess, it must be that obsessive-compulsive disorder on the third floor counting the rhythm and going downstairs to find something to do.

As soon as the footsteps stopped, I turned my head slowly, and saw the black-haired, black-eyed, and white-coated dentist Mr. Fu Guo, frowning at me.

"Morning~" I greeted.

"It's not too early, Little Bailing, it's already a quarter past twelve, you should greet me good afternoon." After the dentist said seriously and unhappily, he immediately changed the subject, "Little Nightingale went to buy lunch, why hasn't she come back yet?" ?”

"...You won't let my little Nightingale buy food for you again, will you?"

"I paid."

"You can't even pay! If you want to eat lunch, go there yourself! Please don't order my employees so casually!"

"Anyway, Little Nightingale didn't refuse." Mr. Dentist rolled his eyes.

Speaking of which, if I leave Little Nightingale, I won't be the only one who won't live for a long time, Mr. Dentist will also be...

"That kid never refuses..." I silently stopped talking.

Mr. Dentist shrugged: "Then you are so angry because you have no food?"

I'm dumb.

The dentist said coolly: "I heard that someone only had one dinner yesterday, and it was just a bowl of porridge?"

Me: "...and a bowl of oatmeal, it's really peerless, a first-class maid."

"Hmph," the dentist sneered, "if your father sees his only daughter refusing to eat well because she can't get over the shadow of being broken in love, maybe he will be so angry that he will come back to life."

"..."

There was a familiar "click" sound outside the store door.

I pricked up my ears at the same time as Mr. Dentist.

Sure enough, Little Nightingale came back with a big bag of food.

She hasn't changed much from when she went out in the morning, but she looks a little messier, not only the legs of the trousers are wet, but the neckline is also a little wet.The beautiful long brown hair was tightly pressed to the ears, and the big blue eyes seemed to be wet from the rain.

While helping to pick things up, I asked, "What's wrong? Did you fall down on the slippery road?"

Little Nightingale waved her hand: "No, no, I just encountered terrorists when passing by Chinatown."

Encountering terrorists on the way to buy food is a terrible thing, but for those of us who are used to seeing buildings being demolished or aliens invaded, it seems that this is nothing at all.

At least, terrorists are still human.

Mr. Dentist took his fish and chips, and looked at Little Nightingale: "It's not hurt - met the reunion?"

Little Nightingale nodded. I wanted to ask more questions, but suddenly I heard movement upstairs.

It must be that my big golden retriever has a dog that is too boring.So I went upstairs.

Little Nightingale smiled and said, "Shop Manager, you like your big dog captain so much, why don't you go to see him instead of eating?"

"I'd love to." I replied with a wave of my hand.

By the way, I named the big golden retriever upstairs, Captain, to commemorate the cool Captain America outfit when I picked it up.

Mr. Dentist tilted his head, showing a strange smile: "'He'? Little Nightingale, how do you know that dog is 'He'?"

Little Nightingale was at a loss for a moment: "The store manager said..."

"How did the store manager know?"

I rolled my eyes: "I'm the manager of a pet shop anyway, don't I know how to look for myself?"

Mr. Dentist showed a rare pitiful smile: "Poor captain..."

Weird is weird, I didn't bother to care about him, and continued to walk up.

"Hey, Little Bailing," the dentist yelled, throwing a paper bag casually, "You should at least eat this at noon today."

I took it and looked at the oil stains on the paper bag, and immediately judged that it was French fries: "...I reject the dark cuisine of the country."

"Eating dark food is at least better than starving to death." Mr. Dentist sneered.

"..."

When I walked to the second floor, Little Nightingale was telling Mr. Dentist about her encounter with Avengers.

She said: "I didn't see Captain America this time, but Iron Man flew over my head! I also saw Black Widow."

Mr. Dentist: "Oh, that red-haired woman is safe and sound."

Little Nightingale: "She didn't fight alone on the ground. There was a gloomy man with long hair and a middle parting following her. The man looked unhappy, but he was fine. He even blocked the bullet for me .”

Mr. Dentist: "Oh, really?"

I stepped on the last step, and the first thing I saw was the big golden retriever captain sitting at the top of the stairs.It is like a solemn guardian knight, sitting upright, maintaining a solemn and graceful slope of the back.

The captain's eyes moved slightly and stopped on me.

It stayed in my house for another three days, honestly very silent, never heard it barking loudly, and never saw it licking its tongue everywhere.Not as clingy as other golden retrievers, but not too alienated from people.

I stay upstairs every day, looking at the window most of the time, and occasionally take a few steps slowly, like exercising.I'm afraid that it's lonely and all the toys it prepared are useless, so I haven't seen it touch it.

This guy is like me, and he refuses to eat properly.Every time I prepare the best dog food for it, but it always looks sad and angry when it eats.

But it is better than me, even if it dislikes it, at least it still eats obediently.

I raised my eyebrows and smiled, and shook the French fries in my hand: "Baby, do you want to eat?"

Its eyes dimly lit up.

Dogs can eat fried food, but just like humans, if they eat too much, they will gain weight... It should be fine to eat once, right?

I thought so, sat down next to it, and pushed the fries to it.

The captain stared at the fries for a while, then finally glanced at me and pushed the fries back with his claws.

I always feel that it has gone through quite complicated psychological activities in order to make this decision...

The still-warm French fries had a greasy aroma.

Why didn't I know that the dark cuisine of the people of the rotten country smelled so good.

In an instant, my stomach, which had been suffering from hunger and cold for many days, finally regained consciousness and gurgled.

Then there was a second sound.

——The second sound is not me.

I looked down, it looked up, and we were staring at each other.

I think I'm dominant.After all, my chocolate-colored eyes are not as good-looking as his big blue eyes.

Anyway, when I stared at it, I enjoyed the feeling that I was the only one in those beautiful eyes.

Finally, there was a third grunt and we turned our heads away in embarrassment.

Because this time we rang at the same time.

I pretended not to care, picked up a piece of French fries and stuffed it into my mouth, and chewed it loudly on purpose, as expected, I saw the big golden retriever's eyes drifting towards me.

Damn, still pretend.

I laughed, and when I ate the next one, I also pinched one for it.

This guy looked at the French fries in front of his eyes and mouth in a complicated way, and finally he stopped struggling and opened his mouth to eat.

Next, I kept repeating my action of taking one piece of yours, and the few French fries were eaten by us for more than half an hour.

And I still want to eat after eating.

Want to eat with it again.