[Comprehensive] Cute Pet Diary

[This big golden retriever is mine. 】

【Owner: Christine Lakos (Pet Shop Manager)】

After a lot of ideological struggle, I decided to stand on the electronic scale.

As soon as the value came out, I immediately held my face in amazement:

"Oh my god, I'm finally gaining weight!"

For women, gaining weight is scary.

Same for me once.

But now I wish I could gain some weight quickly.

In the past two months, my weight kept falling to the limit. At one point, it almost fell so crazily that even Wall Street stocks were willing to bow down.

I think I used to be a 1.7-meter busty who can look down on the entire beach in a bikini, and now I am less than 50 kilograms, and I am also working hard.

Fortunately, when I weighed myself again this time, I finally saw a number that exceeded 50—although it was only two decimal places, it was really gratifying.

When I was happy, I fried an extra egg for breakfast.

My lovely golden retriever captain is curled up on the sofa watching the news.

It's been with me for almost two weeks now.

Thinking about the first few days when it came, I was too lazy to get up in the morning to cook, and I basically bought it from the breakfast cart a few streets away.You may not be able to finish it after you buy it.

It's much better now, the captain doesn't like to eat dog food, so I bought a recipe specially for pets, so I don't waste my habit of always waking up early, and get up early in the morning to cook.

Don't treat my Wang badly, and naturally you can't treat yourself badly either.

When I made it for it, I also made it for myself.

After I made it, I saw it eating happily, and I wanted to eat it too.

If you eat it, you will definitely gain weight.

Gain weight, and stay in good health.

When I am healthy, I can take better care of the captain.

I can see why there are always so many people who like to keep pets.

This is a beautiful virtuous circle!

When I put the breakfast on the table, I put the captain's breakfast on its plate by the way, and waited for a long time, but I didn't see it coming to eat.

I didn't eat anymore, got up and went to the living room.

The captain is still on the sofa, but he is no longer cowering insecurely.

The TV was showing the morning news, and it was looking up.

What does it look like for a pet to watch TV seriously?

I thought it would be a cute and funny picture, but I didn't expect that the golden retriever I saw watching TV was serious.

The captain put on an upright posture like a knight on one knee, staring at the TV screen without blinking.

Its furry ears are also sticking out at this time, it seems that it is really listening and watching carefully.

So what's on the morning news on TV?

"...No organization has been responsible for the vicious serial bombings that took place in Washington yesterday. 』

"It is reported that after the first explosion, the Avengers rushed to the scene immediately..."

"...Half of them organized the rescue, and half of them tried to find out who was behind the scenes..."

"...still haven't seen Captain America show up. 』

"... Is it true that he and Iron Man are at odds, or is it true that he has been seriously injured and can't get out of bed?" 』

"...We will still follow up and investigate.Below is a set of newsletters...」

I couldn't help lowering my head to look at the captain.

It was still staring at the TV screen without changing its posture.

Its brows would surely scowl into the Rocky Mountains if it could.The big golden retriever who worries about the country and the people is really cute.

But cute is cute, the seriousness on its face made me suddenly feel like "it's leaving".And it's the kind that never goes back.

This inexplicable feeling made me stretch out my hand and hold its chin.

The touch brought the captain back to his senses.It raised its head slightly and met my gaze.

Lan Yingying, who looked over, seemed to have countless things to say to me in her big eyes.

Too bad it can't be said.

Too bad I don't want to hear it.

I kept rubbing its chin, kept eye level with it, and talked to it: "Don't watch it, let's stop watching the news, shall we?"

I don't want to admit that there is something pleading in my words.

The captain doesn't squeak - how can it squeak?

I immediately picked up the remote and turned off the TV.

"Let's go, let's go eat!" I smiled and pushed the captain.It glanced at me, and after a while, it jumped off the sofa and went to eat on its own plate.

I sat back in my chair and ate my unfinished omelette.

The taste is like chewing wax.

I can never get back the happy omelette mood in between.

I lowered my head to take a bite of the cold fried egg, and a lock of brown hair that had faded from the dye due to lack of maintenance hung down.Following this strand of hair, I saw the captain's straight back not far away.

This lovely big guy is always upright and impeccable.

So much for training a good police dog.

After pausing for a moment, I brushed my hair back.

I spent the whole morning curled up on the newly bought sofa on the first floor playing with my mobile phone.

The little nightingale went out to purchase new feed, and the group of cubs in the breeding room would not shout and shout without seeing me, and no guests came to visit.

The store is rare and a bit clean.

Except for the discordant voices from the dentist's office on the third floor from time to time.

"Woo--Mom, I don't want to go to the dentist!"

"Ahh! An electric drill is an electric drill!"

"Mom, this person is going to murder me!"

"Help, woo woo woo!!!"

It was obviously an inarticulate cry after being given anesthesia.

I rolled my eyes.

There must be another little kid who ate too much sugar.

I'm not surprised he's scared like this.

After all, dentists have always been the childhood shadow of many people.

And the dentist above me who doesn't like to smile normally is a model in the shadows.

I'm okay, I'm used to crying and crying, and I don't respond much.But lying on the side of my sofa with eyes closed and resting, the captain can't do it.

Every time the little patient upstairs cried out, it would look back at the stairs, and shrink its eyes, obviously very sympathetic.

After so many times, it finally couldn't sit still. After standing up, it raised its legs and walked upstairs.

I lowered my head and swiped my phone, the golden retriever in my field of vision gradually moved away, and I immediately stood up to follow.

The captain with one foot up the stairs glanced back at me.

I stopped and continued to swipe r with my phone, pretending I didn't see it.

When it continued to go, I followed it again.

When it looked back, I continued to swipe my phone innocently.

After coming down several times, the captain tilted his head suspiciously, and finally decided to let me do whatever I wanted.

I followed it to the dentist's office on the third floor.

Due to the curtains being drawn all the year round, the light on the third floor is seriously insufficient.But the consulting room is very bright, after all, medical headlights must be turned on during the operation.

When I came up, Mr. Dentist looked back at me.He was dressed in white, with a large white mask on his face, and he was holding something like an electric drill in his hand.

At that moment, I recalled the fear of being controlled by dentists as a child. The birth of a new empire of global vigilance.

I really want to turn around and go downstairs.

But it was too late.

The captain raised his paw and walked towards the little patient under the lamp.His mother watched.She was very disgusted to see a dog walking into a clean consulting room, but the dentist actually raised his hand to signal her to be calm.

When the little patient saw the captain, he stopped crying.

The captain looked at the dentist and at the parents, seeing that neither of them stopped him, so he sat down on the side of the high chair, raised his head and looked at the little patient with big blue eyes.

That look seemed to say, don't be afraid.

Don't be afraid, I'm here.

No one knows better than me the soft power of this golden retriever's eye attack.

The little patient has forgotten to cry and be afraid.

He tried to touch the captain's head with his hands, but the captain didn't feel reluctant like when I touched it for the first time, he lifted his head and let him touch it.

Remember who said that petting a pet's soft fur can effectively relieve anxiety and fear.

This warm scene made the child's mother silent.

Mr. Dentist let out a soft laugh, then raised the electric drill again and began to "Zi Zi Zi".

I stood by the door and silently turned off the phone.

I really wish I could rush over and touch my golden retriever.

This is mine, I can't stop thinking about it.

This big golden retriever is mine.

When Mr. Dentist finished his work, the little patient's mother went to pick up the child.

I just went to the consulting room.

Mr. Dentist took off his mask: "What's the matter, don't look at the store down there, come to me to make trouble?"

I smiled: "I just don't want to take my eyes off my baby."

The dentist took a deep look at me, then at the captain who was still sitting upright, and finally said nothing, but went to charge the little patient's mother.

The captain looked up at me. .

And I squatted down, rubbing my knees against it, watching it.

The captain has become accustomed to my occasional very intimate movements, and it just continues to squat.

I said, "Honey."

It blinked.

I continued: "You are so gentle."

It blinked again.

I held its head, rubbed it against my forehead, and kissed it lightly.

This time, it didn't hide at all, just looked at me quietly with blue eyes.

So tender, so gentle.

I couldn't hold back any more, I rushed forward and hugged it.

This big golden retriever is mine.

I couldn't help thinking.