[Comprehensive] Cute Pet Diary

[Miss Fox who winks. 】

【Owner: Jerome Ledford (Dentist)】

With my fingers, I gently pressed the wound where the red fox's right front paw was connected to its back, and immediately felt a hard and bulging sensation.

To find out what it was, I ran my fingers over it a few times.

The last blow was a little heavy, blood oozes from the wound, and then the little fox trembled under my hand, and drooped its head listlessly again.

I came up with an answer.

I couldn't help exhaling lightly.

There were bullets in it.

Looking at it from a distance just now, I thought the bulge was because she twisted her right foreleg, but I didn't expect it to be so badly shot.

"Mr. Lakos, have you treated this injury?" I turned to the landlady, who was hunched over and looking at the fox.

"Oh, yes," the landlady admitted, scratching his head, "I found her in the dumpster earlier today. She was bleeding a little bit, and she was in so much pain that she couldn't move. I quickly brought her back and stopped her." There was blood, but there was nothing to do with the bullet, so I had to give her some anesthesia... and then you came to rent a house."

...And then you knew I was a doctor and you moved my mind?

The little fox secretly tilted his head and glanced at me.I tapped her on the head unhappily to make her lie flat, but she squinted and stared at me.

Who would do such a horrible thing with such a cutie?

I was so nervous being watched by the little fox, I turned my head and said to the landlord: "So, how much do you plan to pay me?"

The landlady said with a confused face: "Money? What are you paying for?"

"Money as a veterinarian."

The landlord laughed: "Oh, Jimmy, didn't you say that you are not a veterinarian?"

"..."

You mean I have to work for nothing today?

I rolled my eyes to show him, turned around and walked to the third floor.

After walking a few steps, he was grabbed by the sleeve: "Hey, hey! Don't shake your hands! You are a doctor! Heal the wounded and save lives! My job!"

I turned around and saw the landlady looking at me accusingly.I was helpless: "It's not that I quit, you can't ask me to pick the bullet out with my fingers, right?"

"Oh..." The landlord let go of his hand, but followed me to the third floor without worry.

I ignored him, went straight to the suitcase, unzipped the zipper, got the tools and went downstairs.

The landlady actually followed me obediently.

When I put on my white coat and gloves, he was still watching with blinking eyes.

This makes people very helpless.

But I'll just try to ignore him as much as I can, because I'm about to start.

The pet store didn't have a surgical light, so I found a place with the best light and gave the little fox an injection.The little guy is very quiet, not like the crazy pets I remember getting injections and killing them.

Her eyes didn't shift for a moment from the needle poking into the flesh to the small tube of anesthetic being shot into her body.

When I put away the needle, I couldn't help thinking whether I should comfort the little fox, or praise her.

Before I could speak, the little fox blinked its big eyes, swept my hand with its big tail, tilted its body, without any fear, just lying on its stomach quietly, as if waiting for the effect of the medicine to take effect.

She is so funny.

"Do they all do this when they get needles?" I asked.

"No," the landlord replied, "Most babies are quite afraid of injections. This is the first time I've seen this little guy so calm."

"yes……"

As I spoke, I saw the little fox blink her eyes slowly, and felt that her breathing slowed down accordingly.

The effect of the medicine came on quickly.

Of course, I couldn't waste time, so I immediately picked up the knife and tweezers, took out the bullet in a short while, and threw it into the iron plate on the side with a "clang".

I was busy stopping the bleeding and stitching the wound, but I only took a quick glance, but I seemed to see green light flashing on the silver bullet, and faintly saw patterns engraved on it.

I didn't have a chance to see the bullet until I had taken care of the little fox's wounds.

I didn't miss the gun.

My high school out-of-hit sister once came home for Christmas and showed me the palm/heart/thunder she had tied around her thigh after dinner to show off.

"Handsome?" Elizabeth said triumphantly, "I learned from my partner."

I almost couldn't help but snatched her gun and crushed her: "You've learned badly."

Elizabeth: "Don't worry, I don't know how to use a gun, it's for b."

I:"……"

This bullet is very similar to the bullet of the palm/heart/thunder, it is very small, but the pattern is very delicate.

I think this bullet is very beautiful, thinking that I can show it off to Elizabeth in the future, so I washed it under water a hundred and eighty times before stuffing it into my pocket.

I gave up my seat to the landlord: "Okay, just rest."

The landlord almost turned his face to look at it.

But it didn't matter how he looked at it, the little guy was already asleep.

She turned her body slightly, probably so that she could not touch the wound and fell asleep comfortably.Her big tail covers her body, and I can see her white belly under the tail, which looks very soft and makes me want to touch.

I coughed and forced myself not to look at her anymore. I packed up my tools and prepared to go back to the third floor: "Okay, store manager, I'm going back to pack my things. You can take care of her."

"Leave now?" The landlady laughed behind me, "You saved her, so give her a name before you leave."

I stopped to look at the little fox, and then at him.The landlady squinted his eyes with a smile, but in the end I could only wave my hands and say, "I refuse."

"……why?"

"Giving any creature a name means that I need to be responsible for this creature." My father's face flashed in my mind, and I smiled, "I don't want to be responsible for any creature yet."

I thought I turned around smartly, and when I was walking towards the stairs, I seemed to hear the landlord's smirk not far behind me.

I couldn't help but glanced at him, only to find that he was looking at me and smiling, his eyes were meaningful, as if he had seen through everything.

I had no choice but to run away.

I saw the landlord and the little fox again at dinner time.I was holding my mobile phone to analyze which expatriate is more cost-effective, when the landlord called me to go down for dinner.

I stood on the stairs vigilantly and asked him: "Paid?"

"I invite you, let me express my gratitude." The landlord stood on the first floor, looked up at me and smiled, "I did it myself."

"..."

I thought about it for a while upstairs, and felt that I was not at a disadvantage, so I happily ran down and looked at the table, and it was all fucking potatoes.

Potato flour, potato cakes, potato soup, chips.

The landlady was still smiling and putting mashed potatoes with unknown sauce on the table: "Come, come, sit down, and have a taste of my whole potato feast."

"..." I turned around and walked upstairs.

The landlord grabbed my sleeve again: "Young man, be more considerate and tolerant to the elderly!"

"...That's not the reason why you made me eat potatoes!"

"But I know how to make potatoes!" The landlord said aggrievedly, "And I haven't had the opportunity to eat with others for a long time..."

"..." I turned around, "Don't you still have a daughter?"

The landlord just smiled: "But now I only have you as a tenant."

"..."

I sat down at the dining table in a daze, and picked up the spoon.

The landlord sat aside and smiled happily: "You look as old as my daughter, so it feels like having a son."

Digging a spoonful of mashed potatoes, I tried to ignore the weird sauce sticking to it, so I asked, "Doesn't your daughter have a boyfriend? Didn't she bring him back to show you?"

A meaningless smile appeared on the landlord's face: "Yes, but only once."

"Only one time?"

"Yes, those with suits and leather shoes," the landlord said casually, and looked towards the pet room. "It doesn't seem suitable for my small shop."

I followed his gaze, and I happened to be able to see the softly lit incubator.The clump of red hairs seemed to be glowing under the light.And her eyes were really shining.

"The little fox is awake." I said, putting the mashed potatoes into my mouth.

The horrible taste that might have been imagined did not appear, this mashed potato is mashed potato, well-behaved mashed potato, it did not become a monster fighting with my teeth.

The burden in my heart was much less immediately, and I continued to eat happily.

The landlord left the table for a while, and when he came back, I vaguely saw a red-haired fox shaking in front of me. When I looked up, the landlord sat down with the little red-haired fox on a cushion.

The little fox was lying on his stomach with sleepy eyes, cocking his tail lazily, as if he was saying hello to me.

I almost spit it out, and then I had to drop the spoon.

The landlord was stunned for a moment: "Don't eat it? Doesn't it suit your taste?"

I picked up the napkin and wiped my mouth, and said helplessly, "Sorry for my... cleanliness."

And a little over the top.

This is what I inherited from my father, who is a doctor, since I was born.

What's even scarier is that I'm still a hopeless Virgo.

The landlord and the little fox looked at each other, and they didn't know what kind of opinions they exchanged. Then they saw the landlord supporting the little fox and sitting on the side sadly.

"...Sir, you are the owner of the house."

"But you are also a guest."

I wanted to say something, and even got up directly, but the landlord waved his hand: "You eat first, I'm not in a hurry. Let me get to know Miss Fox first."

"..." This made me feel very embarrassed.

But seeing that Mr. Landlord looked like he would not come over until I finished eating, I had no choice but to sit down and continue eating, and speeded up.

While eating, I kept an eye on it.

The landlord put the little fox on the sofa, reached out and turned on the TV.The TV news is broadcasting the evening news, and it happens to be talking about the smashing and burning activities of Avengers today.

Nothing new.

The little fox's tail was still cocked, and his head was pointed at the TV, unexpectedly watching it with great interest.

Maybe she noticed that I was looking at her intently, so she tilted her head and looked over.

I continued to look at her calmly, but I saw her beautiful eyes narrowed, the sides of her pointed mouth turned up respectively, her chin sank slightly, and a lazy but charming aura rushed towards her.

There was a heart illusion, and the spoon in my hand almost touched the glasses on the bridge of my nose.

Oh my God……

A fox can even wink? !

I silently lowered my head and continued to eat.

Until the landlady asked me suspiciously: "Doctor, why are you blushing?"

"..." How dare I say that I have feelings for a fox's wink? !

"Doctor, you don't...have feelings for me, do you?" The landlord asked cautiously, "After all, you are from a corrupt country...but I am not young..."

"..."

At this moment, I had the impulse I had when I resolutely ran away from London.