[Comprehensive] Cute Pet Diary

[The footsteps of Thanksgiving. 】

【Owner: Christine Lakos (Pet Shop Manager)】

Two days before Thanksgiving, that is, the day after the cloudy and windy sky, a heavy snowfall fell in the northeastern United States.

The whole of New York is covered in silver.

People all over New York wrapped up in winter clothes.

When I changed into the down jacket, I thought about it and wanted to make a dress for the captain as well.

When I first picked it up, I didn't throw away the tattered flag-colored rags wrapped around it. Instead, I washed it and threw it into a taller cabinet.

When I thought about making clothes for the captain, I thought of them, took them out, and gave them a chance to see the light of day again.

But very helpless, they are too tattered, and there is basically no way to save them.

I can only give up my intention of making a fuss about them.

This morning, because the road was blocked by heavy snow, Little Nightingale's motorcycle was blocked on the road, so she was late.She called to explain her situation and I graciously forgave her.

——It’s okay if you don’t forgive, with Little Nightingale’s strength and kung fu, I can’t beat her!

Also because the road was blocked by heavy snow, many people had to choose to walk, which gave them a lot of opportunities to visit roadside shops.

So there are still many customers coming to the store in the morning.

Most of them just teased the cats and dogs with great interest, and a small number of people picked up the last few hamsters and took away some of the feed provided by the store.

At this time, another customer came with his son. He wanted to buy something in my store, but I didn't want to sell it at all.

Based on my years of experience working on Wall Street, I can see that this man and his son are both well-known brands, so they must be a very rich father.

His son, this small customer is not interested in anything in my store. After entering the store, he just stares at my high counter, his eyes are full of little stars of expectation.

I didn't think it would be strange, after all, he wasn't the first customer to stare blankly at my high counter today.

I couldn't help raising my head too.

On the high counter, there was an item that hadn't been there before - a high imitation of Captain America's shield, which was half a dream and half a leisurely dream.

This is what was with Captain when I first discovered it.If I hadn't gone looking for those rags, I might have completely forgotten about it, leaving it to gather dust in the cupboard.

This shield is such a high imitation, it is very likely that its previous owner made it for it.This also shows that the captain's previous owner may be rich.

At least richer than me who runs a pet store that may go bankrupt at any time.

The customer's son pointed to the shield and asked me: "Sell it?"

I smiled and said, "Not for sale, not for sale."

At this time, the captain walked in unhurriedly.

It first glanced at the customers, father and son who were being pestered, then went around and rubbed my legs—this was regarded as saying hello to me—and then went to the cage where a group of puppies were kept, and greeted them as usual.

Since the bath time, this group of little guys like this gentle big guy very much, and this big guy also likes this group of energetic little guys.

It's also good for it to come over, at least these little guys no longer give me a performance of "Wang Wang Meow Meow hates the store manager's chorus" with a look of disgust.

The moment the captain appeared, the two in my store

The customer's eyes lit up: "Oh! My God! A golden retriever with blue eyes?! And it's such a big one? My God, boss, how did you raise it???"

Complacent by the admiring and excited tone of the customer, I did not answer the question honestly: "Sorry, this is a secret recipe handed down from our ancestors, and it will not be passed on."

The truth is, I don't know either.

The captain gave me a sideways look.

The customer rushed over, grabbed my hand tightly, and stared wide-eyed: "Boss, let me tell you, I have a relationship with this dog. I bought this—— this big dog!"

I smiled and said, "Not for sale, not for sale."

The customer has no intention of giving up: "It's okay, I'll bid, I'll pay a high price!"

I wanted to pull my hand back, but his grip was too tight.I had no choice but to smile embarrassingly: "It's not okay to pay a high price..."

This customer is indeed a rich man, and he directly threw out a number, which is simply resounding.When the numbers came down, I almost got smashed.

Hey, the string of zeros behind this is enough for me to buy as many golden retrievers...

The captain lay on his stomach not far away, raised his eyes to look at me, didn't make a sound, and waited to see my attitude calmly.

Look, its tail is wagging.

I smiled, obviously I was telling the customer, but I couldn't help but turned to it and said, "Sir, have you ever seen a normal person who sold his family?"

The customer paused: "...No."

I laughed again: "That's right, the handsome dog in front of you is not only the treasure of our store, but also my family - do you think I will sell my important family because of your high price?" ?”

The captain gave me a serious look.

In the end, the father and son left angrily.

Before they left, the captain sat not far away, staring at me intently.

It's like you have something to say, but you can't say it - can you speak human language?

I rolled my eyes: "Hey, my important family, a lot of wealth has slipped away from me, can you come and let me comfort myself?"

The captain immediately answered me by rolling his eyes: I want to be beautiful Bingshan Prince Sheng Shifei.

When I pounced on and was about to forcibly stroke my hair, Little Nightingale came to work.

When I saw her, the captain and I were taken aback at the same time.

Little Nightingale is wearing a dark gray down jacket and black jeans—I doubt whether those two thin legs are wearing thermal pants—and she wears black high boots on her feet. hair, it was like a dark cloud floating in when she walked in.

"...Why did you dye your hair black?" I recalled Little Nightingale's beautiful brown hair before, and couldn't help asking.

Little Nightingale scratched the ends of her black hair: "It's almost Thanksgiving, I have to go home for the holidays. My parents thought I was a good girl, and I didn't want to disappoint them, so I dyed my hair back—— Not good-looking?"

I looked at her exquisite eyebrows and eyes, but didn't dare to tell the truth: "It's pretty pretty."

Little Nightingale asked, "What about the truth?"

"...you've got a goth in you." That's the truth.

Little Nightingale smiled and didn't answer any more.The air conditioner was turned on in the store and the temperature was high, so she took off the down jacket.

I saw the long zipper unzipped from under her chin, all the way to the hem of the dress, I stared straight at my eyes: "...My God, you are wearing a small vest???"

Little Nightingale reached for the work clothes in the store: "It's not very cold, anyway, the store has air conditioners and work clothes."

Don't get me wrong that Little Nightingale is a naughty girl.

On the contrary, she lives a regular life and loves fitness. Sometimes I can feel the looming abs on her stomach.

She dressed like this in the morning, probably because she got up early to go to the gym.

Little Nightingale has just arrived, but Mr. Dentist is leaving—he is going to Hawaii for Thanksgiving.

I was surprised: "You can hardly pay the rent this month, and you still have money to go to Hawaii?"

He snorted: "My friends are all over the world, someone invited me to bask in the sun. Also, why do you think I can't pay this month's rent soon?"

Received his angry gaze, I touched my nose silently, without speaking.

The dentist checked the captain's wound before leaving.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I grabbed Little Nightingale and asked her in a low voice, "If I want only one sweater, a sweater that pets can wear...will it be too late?"

"It's too late? A Christmas gift or Thanksgiving?" Little Nightingale glanced at the captain knowingly.

"Thanksgiving Day."

Little Nightingale smiled pitifully: "Manager, give up."

"..."

I bit my lip and tilted my head.

The captain who was being examined by Mr. Dentist turned his head in response, and I immediately smiled.

It put on an expression of wanting to laugh, and tilted its head again.

Those rags are too rotten, and the knitting is too slow...

What kind of clothes would you like?