[Comprehensive] Cute Pet Diary

[The little fox, the rose and the dentist. 】

【Owner: Jerome Ledford (Dentist)】

On the day my clinic officially opened, so did the florist across the street.

The flower shop is a couple, Mr. and Mrs. Auden, and their little Shiba Inu.

But that day they brought flowers and a little Shiba Inu to visit Mr. Landlord in his shop.

The landlady received them very warmly, and even the mighty and magical girl very kindly brought coffee to them.

The flower shop of the Auden family was very lively on the first day of opening, with all kinds of flowers lined up from the shop to the outside of the shop.

Standing on the third floor across the street and looking over there, I saw colorful flags fluttering all over my eyes, as well as clusters of colorful colors.

This very old and deserted street suddenly became lively because of this new store, as if it had been painted with colors.

To celebrate the opening, the owner of the flower shop posted an advertisement in cursive English in front of the door: "Open today, all flowers are half price-but the affection dedicated to the lover will not be reduced because of this."

I looked upstairs for a long time, and found that every customer who came to visit would receive a golden sunflower as a gift.

This marketing method is really good. Pedestrians who pass by will go in and take a look if they have nothing to do.

And my dentist's office, which opened on the same day as the flower shop, was at a disadvantage.

I can never use the advertising methods of flower shops.

I can't say "Open today, half the price of tooth extraction - but the pain of tooth extraction will not be halved" can I?

And I can't send the unique gift of my place to the patrons-give you a tooth that has just been pulled out, I dare to give it, do you dare to accept it?

I had no customers to patronize, so I had to wipe all the equipment with a rag.

I didn't stop until the equipment was polished enough to serve as a mirror.After stopping, I suddenly realized that the little fox was gone.

Ever since I found out that she could understand what humans said, the little fox didn't care whether to cover up her problems in front of me.

She is more and more keen to follow me and flirt with me.

Most of the time she still winks.

But there are also many times now, when she sees the time when I am watching TV on the sofa, she climbs up silently, clings to her deliberately, and waits quietly for me to find out, and her whole body explodes.

I know the little fox is very clean.

This little guy can also bathe himself.

Just last night, I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, got up sleepily, went to the toilet, and woke up when I turned on the light.

There was a layer of milky white foam in the washbasin, and the wet red hair passed through the white foam and floated on the water.

The little fox taking a bath was stunned in the washbasin.

And I froze in place.

The little fox came back to his senses soon.Then she ignored me, or rather, deliberately pretended that I didn't exist, and continued to take her own bath.

At that time, there was still a lump of foam on her head, and I stood at the door holding the doorknob like this, watching her use her paws to push the foam off the water surface, scooped up a handful of water and poured it on her head, pouring the Wipe the foam and wash off.

...I seriously doubt that I am sleepy.

Or wake up in the wrong position.

Maybe even in sleep.

I clutched my forehead, turned and went back to bed, planning to sleep again.

After lying down again for a while, there was a sudden sound of "squeaking" water in the toilet.It looks like something has been washed down the drain.

I couldn't lie down anymore, I got up a few steps and went to the toilet, and saw the little fox had come out of the washbasin.

At this time, she was squatting next to my shampoo bottle, watching the white foam and water mixed with red hair circling and flushed down the sewer, while she was wrapped in my snow-white towel.

Wrapped in...my snow-white towel.

My first reaction was how fast this guy showers.

My second reaction is that she is so smart and knows how to wrap a bath towel.

My □□ should be little fox, go to your uncle. This is the towel I use to wipe my face!

I couldn't catch my breath, and I actually felt a little dizzy, and my eyes were dark.

After finally holding on to the door frame to stabilize my balance, when I looked up, the little fox had turned on the faucet again, and was rinsing the bottom of the washbasin with foam residue.

After rinsing it clean, she skillfully adjusted the water temperature and filled the entire washbasin with water.She tilted her head and glanced at me.

When I saw her eyes, I came back to my senses.

But she is still looking at me.

Why are you still looking at me?

I glanced at her wrapped in a white towel.

A woman's appearance, a woman's gaze... She wants me to avoid it before she dives into the water.

...a fox with fur and good looks? !

I turned around silently, walked out of the toilet, and helped her close the door.

The moment I closed it, I heard the sound of gently entering the water.I immediately wanted to hug my head, slide down against the wall, and sit on the ground.

Did I raise a fox, or a monster? ? ?

Now it's all over, I don't feel sleepy at all, and it's impossible to fall asleep again when I go back to bed.

As soon as he closed his eyes, his head was covered with a red-haired leg protruding from the white foam.

Usually we see the scenes of beautiful women taking a bath in the bathtub in movies on TV, which is similar to this.But I can't feel the coquettish and sexy that I said at all.

On the contrary, it is a kind of thick and strange.

When I heard the sound of water flushing into the sewer again, I held the doorknob again, opened the toilet door, and moved my body in first. I didn't hear the little fox's unhappy voice, so I moved my head in too.

...Look, this is exactly how I treat decent women, too.

The little fox was wrapped in a snow-white bath towel again.

But I took a closer look, heh, she used all my two face towels.This is when I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and saw her taking a shower and wiping her body with my towel. What if I didn't wake up?What if I don't see it?

Wiping her face the next morning with the towel she used to wipe her hair with?

Ha ha.

The little fox seemed to want me to help her brush her hair well, so she kept grabbing the towel and looking at me.

Of course I am not happy.

But when I noticed that lump on her head, I couldn't take it anymore.

There is still a piece of foam on her head that hasn't been washed off.The piece of foam was between the two ears, a bit to the left, she couldn't see it, and it was naturally difficult to wash off.

Just such a piece of foam made me suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder.After repeatedly hinting that I could ignore it but failed, I walked over resignedly, rolled up the sleeves of my pajamas, and wiped off the piece of foam with a towel.

The little fox twirled around in the towel happily and asked me to help wipe his stomach.

After wiping her belly, she wagged her tail again.

...Well, the next morning the clinic opened and I stayed up most of the night here brushing the fur of a bastard fox.

But I really didn't expect that the little fox's hair is usually fluffy, and it looks like it has a lot of meat, but when it gets wet, it suddenly loses weight.

The provocative and annoying big tail that always sweeps around is now the same as a feather duster that is almost bald.

I should take a picture of such a beautiful moment with my mobile phone, and show it to the little fox every now and then, and laugh at her to the end of the world.

After thinking about it, I was taken aback.

I can't help but want the little fox to stay.

Originally, my plan was to return the little fox to Mr. Landlord after her injury was completely healed, so that he would have nothing to say.

Now I actually think of "later", "every hour" and "the end of the world".

Did I go crazy without knowing it?

Due to a momentary daze, his hands stopped.

The little fox looked up at me with its still wet head.It was probably because I was sleepy again, or maybe it was because the light in the toilet was too bright, but her pointed face was actually a little juicy.

I heard myself say, "You don't move, I'm going to get the hair dryer and blow it up for you."

After finishing speaking, I walked out of the toilet.Before I got to the cabinet where the hair dryer was placed, I just stopped.

...I really am crazy.

The result of staying up most of the night and drying a fox with a hair dryer is that when I woke up the next day, I was face down.

I can't remember at all when and how I fell asleep suddenly last night.

It's just that his face was sore from sleeping, and his head was still a little heavy.

I opened my eyes and saw a lot of red hair hanging down in front of my eyes, and immediately understood why my head was heavy.

With a dark face, she grabbed the little fox sleeping on her head away. Before I could teach her a few words, her pointed face suddenly came over.

I just felt something poke on my face, and then it disappeared soon.

I turned my head abruptly, and the bunch of red hairs disappeared in front of my eyes with cheerful steps.

And until the clinic opened, when I had nothing to do, the little fox didn't appear in front of me.

Doesn't she like to dawdle in front of my eyes all the time and flirt with others by the way?

I went around on the third floor, went to the toilet, and went to the balcony, but there was no sign of the little fox.

Instead, there were more clumps of red hair on the ground.

While I was looking for her, I used my feet to pull the red hair on the ground. When I found out that the little fox was really not on the third floor, the red hair she lost could be piled up in a pile.

Not in the mood to pack up the pair of red hairs first, I held on to the stairs, stepped on the wooden stairs, and ran all the way to the first floor.

As soon as the shoe upper touched the ground on the first floor, I met the little sister-in-law who was holding a coffee pot—Little Nightingale.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" Little Nightingale tied her long golden brown hair into a ponytail and looked at me energetically with dark circles on her face and asked.

Don't be in vain.I glanced at it, saw it was black coffee, and said, "One cup, no sugar, no milk, thank you."

Little Nightingale agreed, and when she was about to leave, I held her back: "Where's Little Fox?"

"Little Fox?" Little Nightingale tilted her head, "Didn't the boss call her Little C? By the way, why did he call Miss Fox Little C?"

I also thought about this question, but I never asked Mr. Landlord the answer.

At that time, I was really not interested in naming a little fox, nor was I interested in the reason why the landlord named it so.

Now being reminded by Little Nightingale, I suddenly realized that I started to care.

"I don't know, but you can ask your boss." I replied, "What about the little fox?"

Little Nightingale answered me with her chin: "That's it."

Following the direction in which she twisted her chin, I saw that familiar bunch of red hairs—the little fox is sitting on the armrest of the sofa at the moment, with its big tail that has regained its fluffy texture hanging down, teasing... a small shiba inu.

That is, the pet of the Auden couple in the florist who came to visit.

The landlord and Mrs. Auden were chatting in the small room full of pet windows, and from time to time they could hear the mixed sounds of talking and laughing and "woof woof" and "meow meow".

The little Shiba Inu is also very cute, with a square face and piercing eyes, staring at the big red tail.

Every time it pounces, the big tail will shake, making it pounce.After coming down several times, the little Shiba Inu who couldn't catch it every time was very annoyed.

But the little fox was very happy and kept shaking his big tail.

When she noticed that I had come downstairs, she stopped, flicked her tail back, and looked up at me.

I was about to walk over, but the little fox turned around and ran away.

... really ran away.

He took one look at me and ran away without hesitation.

Am I doing something wrong again?

She wiped herself with the towel I used to wipe my face, let me dry my hair, and climbed on my head while I was asleep, and I didn't even complain.

And running away after kissing someone... very exciting?

Full of resentment, I walked to the sofa and sat down. The little Shiba Inu ran over and circled my legs, fully expressing its friendliness and curiosity towards me.

Although it looks clean and cute on the outside, I didn't intend to take the opportunity to touch it.

As soon as I raised Erlang's legs, the red-haired shadow of the little fox appeared again in my field of vision.

She was taking small steps and running towards me quickly.I adjusted my glasses and saw clearly what she was biting into her mouth—a rose.

Soon, she approached and jumped onto the sofa with ease.A red rose that was almost as gorgeous as her red hair was picked up by her, very close to my leg.

I asked: "... for me?"

The little fox's eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth seemed to bend.

I reached out and took the rose.

There are no thorns on the flower stems, and the flowers are still intact.

I said, "...thank you."

The little fox didn't say anything, just shook his body and leaned over, sat down next to me, hugged his tail, closed his eyes and began to catch up on sleep.

I hesitated for a while, but in the end I didn't reach out to push her away.

When her body began to rise and fall regularly due to breathing, I realized that I was eaten to death by a fox.

It really doesn't make sense.