[Comprehensive] Cute Pet Diary

【Thanksgiving, I'm not alone. 】

【Owner: Christine Lax (Pet Shop Owner)】

On Thanksgiving Day, I sat on a park bench wrapped in my winter coat all morning.

On the other side of the bench lay the captain, an oversized golden retriever.

For me, this is a memorable place.

Because about a month ago, I picked up the bruised captain here, and gradually began to get out of the serial blows of broken love, unemployment and father loss, and gradually got used to the company of this special golden retriever.

The captain put his head on my lap—to be precise, I pressed his head on my lap forcibly, and I slowly stroked the hair on his head.

From time to time it wagged its tail, and from time to time it struggled against my hand in protest.

I said in a quiet tone: "If I can, when I make money, I will donate a sum of money to this small park to get the qualification to set up a sign here."

The captain gently flapped his ears.

I went on: "I'm going to put a sign that says 'here—where to find love.'"

captain: "..."

Naturally, it couldn't express any opinions, so it could only wag its tail vigorously to show that it was listening.But it doesn't necessarily subscribe to the idea.

Don't ask me why I know.

I just know it.

Although today is Thanksgiving, the weather is not very good. A slight cold wind blows from the north, and the overhead is always gloomy. From dawn to now, the sun has not seen its face.

The gloomy weather kept people from going outdoors even though it was Thanksgiving.

So until now, the park is still quiet.

Suddenly I got a call from my mother in California: "Chrissy, my sweetheart, are you okay?" 』

This reminds me of the added numbers from this morning's weigh-in and the extra slice of ham I had for breakfast, so I answer the phone with a nod, "Great, Mom."

"Is the store doing well? 』

"Excellent, Mom."

"Is the heating on the second floor okay? 』

"Excellent, Mom."

"...Then you have enough money, right? 』

I fiddled with the puffy hair on the captain's forehead boredly, and said perfunctorily, "That's great, Mom."

Although she was used to my perfunctory, my mother was still very helpless: "Chris, you will be 30 years old in three years." 』

"Are you trying to say that I'm still a rascal like a child?"

"Is not it? 』

"You say yes." After I finished talking idly, the hand that was playing with the captain's hair was patted hard by its paw.

I bowed my head and met its eyes.

It stared straight at me, and there was a strange emotion in its eyes, and it was peaceful.

The captain seems...a little unhappy?

My first feeling was that it was not angry at me for playing with its hair, but because I didn't talk to my mother properly.

I rolled my big eyes.

Unexpectedly, I have grown up so big, and I am thirty years away from three years old. I will be taught by a Wang with his eyes one day.

I rubbed the captain's head with one hand, and sighed: "I'm sorry, Mom. But I'm really doing well now, don't—"

I paused, and abruptly changed "worry blindly" to "worry too much", "Don't worry about me too much, as you said, I'm almost 30 years old."

I heard my mother let out a small sigh of relief, "That's all right, Chrissy, that's all right." 』

We didn't speak after that, and the atmosphere was a little stiff.

I don't speak because I have nothing to say.

And she didn't speak because she didn't dare to speak anymore.

At least there was one more sentence, which she dared not say.

After a stalemate for a while, I finally spoke first: "Hang up first if you have nothing to do. Happy Thanksgiving, Mom."

This time my mother breathed a sigh of relief: "You are Chrissy too, Happy Thanksgiving." 』

When I hung up the phone, I had the urge to cover my face.

In the end, my mother still didn't say the words "Chris, come to my place for the holiday"...

When I sighed, the captain jumped to the ground, looked back at me, then at the direction of my home, and finally urged me silently with his eyes.

I smiled, stood up from the bench, and stretched: "Okay, let's go home."

I walked, and the captain followed steadily.

Take it easy, always by my lap.

It is tall, even though I am 1.7 meters tall, it still almost reaches my waist.

It walks beside me and it feels like I have a knight.

I suddenly wanted to thank my mother for not saying that.

At least this Thanksgiving, I don't want to go anywhere, I just want to spend the night in the store holding the captain, or walk with it for a day.

When I got home, I closed the shop door.

Anyway, no customers will come to the door on Thanksgiving Day.

Little Nightingale didn't come to the store today, but went back to her home in the west of the city.She was very reluctant to go home, but I didn't want to keep her at all.

After all, there is a home, why not go back?

The captain lay on the sofa and watched TV again.

Still news, after some Thanksgiving fun, there's news about the Avengers.

But this time they didn't make any mistakes in the United States. They went to Hawaii, and it seems that half of the building was demolished.

and many more……

Where did Mr. Dentist go on vacation the other day?I thought about it, it seems to be Hawaii...

It's okay to get used to these things in New York, but I didn't expect that after the British guy ran to Hawaii, the flames of war would also shift to one or two ladies.

pity him.

I watched it for a while, then lowered my head to touch the captain's soft stomach: "Honey, you only watch TV and don't look at me, I will be angry~"

The captain used all four claws, pushing my hand away in disgust.

Really, you have such a soft belly and firm chest, why don't you let me rub it!It's not like I haven't touched it before!

Under its stare, I withdrew my hand indignantly, put it behind me, then pulled out a long scarf from behind, wrapped it around its neck while it was in a daze.

After winding around, I squatted down, held its face, and sipped on its forehead: "Happy Thanksgiving, baby!"

The captain looked at the scarf around his neck, then at me, and finally came to his senses, the unusually complicated throw at me.

I rubbed my head in embarrassment: "Well, I worked hard..."

Although I decided to give the captain a piece of clothing as a gift to accompany me through Thanksgiving, but under the merciless reminder of Little Nightingale, I knew that I would not be able to make anything by hand in two days.

So I wanted to take a chance and take a chance.

So I sorted out the pile of rags, picked out the blue and white fabrics that didn't have the scorching edges, and sewed them into one of my red scarves in a patchwork art style, just spelling out the effect of the flag .

——If the national flag knew what I said, he would definitely cry blind.

——Regardless of whether the national flag will cry blind or not, I feel that the captain is going to cry blind now.

Now it looks at me like "Are you kidding me???"

I really want to say "yes" to it, but I guess I'll be alone on Thanksgiving tonight after I say that.

I explained to it with a shy face: "Baby, don't be disgusted! I don't have time to make a new one~ Wait, I will start to weave a new one tomorrow, and I will definitely finish it before Christmas!"

captain: "..."

I patted the scarf around its neck vigorously: "Look! You are more than a little handsome now! If you go for a walk on the street, you will definitely attract a lot of female dogs!"

captain: "..."

I thought it was over, but when I was about to get up from the ground, a dog's paw came over and pressed it directly on my forehead.

The paw clapped.

It feels good to shoot again.

There is a third hit behind.

In the end, I still had a lot of grinding.

Me: "... happy?"

The captain hummed twice, without looking at me, retracted his claws, got up, put on a scarf and went downstairs.

...This guy is still arrogant?When I didn't see the tail that was almost wagging?

I touched my forehead in place.

Before going to bed at night, I just got into bed when I received a text message.

Jerome Ledford: 'Didn't go to California for Thanksgiving? 』

I replied: "I am waiting for you to come back tomorrow~"

Jerome Ledford: "Don't go out until I go back tomorrow." 』

Why do I? 』

Jerome Ledford: 'Don't go out if you want, so much crap! 』

I ground my teeth and scolded Mr. Dentist thousands of times in my heart.

I am his landlord!

How dare he talk to me like that!Do you want to double your rent next month?

While I was yelling at this person, there was another text message on my phone, still Jerome Ledford: "Chrissy, my sweetheart, Happy Thanksgiving [love]"

... Who is this person? !

The only ones who like to call me "Chrissy, my sweetheart" are my parents.Although Mr. Dentist knew what my father called me, there was no way he, such a curvy British guy, would use such a crooked title.

Is anyone holding Mr. Dentist's cell phone?

With doubts, I saw the next letter.

Jerome Ledford: 'Delete!Delete the previous one for me! 』

... It's tricky, it's tricky.

By the way, Mr. Dentist has been single for so long, so at least he should have a companion, right?

I laughed, and didn't delete the text message after taking the screenshot.

When the dentist comes back tomorrow, I will question him carefully.

I turned off the phone, shrank into the quilt, and opened my mouth to shout: "Baby~baby~"

The door opened a crack, and the fluffy golden-haired head squeezed in, and walked lukewarmly to my bedside.

I put a sticker on the inside of the bed, and then patted the empty bed with a smile: "Come on, come on, today is Thanksgiving, are you willing to let me sleep alone?"

The captain's look back at me meant "willing to".

I smile.I knew it wouldn't be so easy.

I didn't care about Sanqi 21, I just hugged it and began to drag it onto the bed.

The captain resisted vigorously for a while, but I couldn't hold it down, so I made a big move: "Gift! You sleep with me! This is your gift to me!"

captain: "..."

Swear to God!

It was only after I finished speaking that I realized that what I just said was ambiguous!

I don't know why, but playing tricks on this big dog is always very effective.In the end, even though it was still unwilling, it still lay on the bed, although it felt that it might fall off the bed at any time.

I turned off the light and kissed its ears: "Good night baby~"

The captain moved his ears, and the sound of breathing lowered immediately.

Satisfied, I draped it with one arm, turned on my side, and soon fell asleep.

——If I had known that this was the last night I would be with it, I would not have fallen asleep so happily.

If I knew, I'd hold it with my eyes open until dawn.