A dog's life is as erratic as a dream. No one knows what mission the dog came to the world with. It is not easy for a dog to live to old age. Below is the lyrical prose about dogs that I bring to you for your enjoyment.
Appreciation of lyrical prose about dogs: Two Dogs
My father once threw away a mixed-haired black dog. My father didn't like it, because he thought it was timid, not ferocious, and couldn't bite other people's dogs. It often ran back from outside with a piece of hair missing from its back, dripping with blood, or lame on one leg with a sad face. When a stranger comes to the yard, he doesn't dare to pounce on the dog and bite him. He just stands in front of the dog's hole and barks twice. If someone comes picks up a clod of soil or lifts it with a tree stick, the dog will cry and crawl into the den. Dare to come out.
How can such a dog guard the door if it can’t even protect itself?
My father once went to Liuhu, fifty kilometers away, to sell skins. When he left, he put the dog into a sack with the mouth open. Tie it up and throw it into the car. He packed thirty-seven skins and sold them for thirty-eight skins. The dog counted as one and was sold alive to the leather shopkeeper.
After coming back, my father found a little yellow dog. We all like this dog very much. He is chubby but very smart and lively. As soon as his father brought him back, he cut his ears into a triangle shape and stood upright like a wolf's ears. Otherwise, when his ears grow up, they will droop down and affect his hearing.
After more than a month, we almost forgot about the black dog. One evening, when we were having dinner, he suddenly appeared at the door of the courtyard. He was so skinny and skinny that he refused to come in. His mouth was facing The courtyard gate cried pitifully. After we called a few times, it walked in, got into the middle of my father's legs, hugged my father's feet with its two front paws, and barked incessantly, which was uncomfortable. The mother filled a bowl of slices and poured them into the basin for it to eat. It was already so hungry that it couldn't stand upright.
Since then our family has had two dogs. As the yellow dog grew older, it began to bully the black dog. They both used the same food bowl, and the black dog always yielded to the yellow dog when eating. Later, the yellow dog became overbearing, often biting the black dog open and eating it himself. The black dog could only stand aside meekly, waiting for the yellow dog to go away, eat some leftover food, and fill the food bowl cleanly with his tongue. There was only one kennel at home, and it was occupied by the yellow dog. The black dog lay on the haystack every night. When strangers come in, all the yellow dogs will bite them, not the black dogs. Once, a wild dog came to the yard and bit the yellow dog. The black dog came up to help. Unexpectedly, the yellow dog let go of the biting wild dog and turned back to bite the black dog. The black dog ran away crying. The yellow dog then fought with the wild dog again until he defeated the wild dog and escaped from the yard.
Later, we built another nest for the black dog under the elm tree next to the courtyard wall, and when we fed it, we also used a broken shovel head to hold it and give it another meal. From then on the black dog rarely came out of the den, and sometimes we forgot about it and couldn't think of it for days. At night I could only hear the barking of the yellow dog, but the black dog had stopped making any sound. After two years of this, maybe three years, the black dog died in the den. Father said it died of old age. At that time, I didn’t know what kind of death was death from old age. I thought it was death from starvation or loneliness. It often doesn't come out, and sometimes we forget to feed it when we are busy.
Until now, I can’t fully appreciate the black dog’s state of mind in his later years. I feel an indescribable strangeness about his death, especially the two years before his death. I think that when I get old, I will slowly understand what aging is all about, and I will be closer to the life of an old dog, just like the occasional dusk before it dies, the black dog is with us. The last sun was basking at the base of the wall, and the black dog was lying in the middle. We sat next to it, with our backs against the wall. We who have enjoyed the same ray of sunshine with it will eventually experience the same aging and death one by one. However, no matter what, I may not know what I really want to know? For it, one thing is in us What does the life of our family look like in the eyes of the black dog that grows old and dies around us? Is it interesting for us to live like this?
Appreciation of lyrical prose about dogs: My Dog
p>That fall, I was a sophomore in high school.
One Saturday at noon, I rushed home after a long journey. As soon as I entered the door, a big gray dog ??jumped out of the room and stared at me silently. I was startled and took a few steps back. Seeing that it had no intention of biting, I glanced at it from the corner of my eyes and slowly moved into the house. The dog followed me in without saying a word, then lay down on the ground and closed his eyes to rest.
I was relieved and asked: Whose dog is this?
My parents were eating. The mother smiled and said: "Of course it belongs to our family. Didn't you see that it doesn't bite you? A dog doesn't bite its owner. It's a human being!"
I squatted down and looked at it happily. Once I petted this common animal with my own hands, it opened its eyes slightly to look at me, then closed them again and continued sleeping. There was something about that calmness and trust that moved me, and I started to like it.
My family has never had a dog. In my heart, I have always been full of disgust, wariness and fear of other people’s dogs. Probably many people have had similar experiences: when you are going to visit a house, you hear a dog barking vigilantly as soon as you walk outside the courtyard wall. As soon as you open the door, you suddenly see the beast blocking the door majestically. , looking at you coldly, as if you were a thief or an enemy with bad intentions. At this time, the owner quickly came out of the house to protect you and scolded it. Although it walked away angrily, its eyes were still full of hostility.
When you are about to leave, the owner politely escorts you out. Although you clearly did not rob his property and your hands are empty, he still barks uneasily for a while and refuses to stop until you are far away. I don’t like this feeling of being wary and hostile very much. Therefore, I generally don’t go to homes with dogs. Even if I go, I have to be careful when leaving to prevent the dog from sneaking up from behind. Of course, this is This has never happened before. Yet I'm still worried. But when you meet it outside, it loses all its majesty and trots away from you with its tail hanging down. It's really annoying to be a dog that dominates others at home but acts like a bereaved dog outside. But your own dog is different. It trusts you and you trust it. Even if you are asleep, you can rest assured and close your eyes, and it will only protect you. This is my first dog. When I pet it, the sudden joy makes me feel very happy.
But I have only been away from home for a month. Why did such a big dog suddenly appear?
Where did the dog come from? I asked.
? Your second uncle gave it to us. His female dog gave birth to four puppies, so he gave us one. Although it looks big, it is actually only one and a half months old. ?Mother said.
I was also a little surprised. Just as I was about to speak, the dog seemed to have heard the order and jumped up as if waking up from a dream. I stood up and saw that my second uncle had entered my yard. A big dog jumped out from behind him and got entangled with my dog. It turns out that this is a scene of mother and son meeting. My second uncle comes to my house every day, and the big dog comes to nurse the little one. For this unfortunate mother, the whereabouts of the other children were unknown, so she had to leave all her milk and maternal love to the only child she could still see. Sometimes my parents went to work in the fields and left the dog in the yard. This amazing mother would jump over the low wall of my house to nurse. As a result, my dog ??was much bigger and stronger than its brothers and sisters. . That day I met one of his brothers at a neighbor's house. He was almost half the size of my dog, and he was very thin. His barking was not as powerful as that of an adult dog. Brothers from the same mother, their fates are so different.
From then on, this dog became a member of our family. There was no utilitarian purpose in raising it. The family was poor and broke, so there was nothing worth worrying about. Perhaps because we couldn't bear it, we didn't tie it up like most people do. It has always enjoyed full freedom, so it has developed an unfettered personality.
At that time, I was very keen on whistling, so I used to whistle to train it. Soon it became familiar with my whistle. When it was playing with its friends on the street, I watched from a distance. See, as long as you whistle, it will run over quickly. However, its nature seems to be neither humble nor arrogant. It is naturally affectionate and attached to its owner, but does not show any flattery.
I was going back to school the next day, and it followed me for a long way. I tried hard to drive it back, and even bent down to pick up stones to scare it, but it still refused to go home, so I had to Harden your heart and just walk away without looking at it.
I had a hard time at school that month. I always missed my dog. Although it looked ordinary and was not expensive, I cared about it and worried that it would be killed by dog ??thieves on the road. . This kind of thing was very common at that time. Finally, it was time to go home. When I returned in a hurry, I just blew a whistle at the gate, and my dog ??jumped out quickly, jumped on me desperately, and almost knocked me down? He was so strong. Ah! It has fully grown into a big dog. How touching is a sincere welcome, even from an animal! It follows me wherever I am at home, and never leaves me when I go to work in the fields. Although I have to study abroad and spend too little time with it, its attachment to me is so sincere and passionate, without any reluctance or pretense. It’s really worthy of the fact that I still love it ten years after its disappearance. I miss it and mourn its loss.
I came home again at noon and the door was locked. I knew what crops my parents were doing at that time, so I went to the fields to look for them. Sure enough, I found it. My parents were working. When they saw me, they said it was time to go home and cook. I asked where the dog was, and my father pointed to the grove in the distance. I looked and didn't see it, so I whistled hard. Suddenly I saw a plume of smoke rising from the dry field, and my dog ??galloped towards us. When I came here, I realized what it means to be fast and lightning fast. I really can’t help but dislike it! Alas, when I think of this incident ten years later, my heart is still filled with unspeakable touches and sadness. What kind of favor do I have to it, so that it deserves to be so affectionate to me?< /p>
One winter day, it snowed heavily all night long. At dawn, the snow stopped, and I got interested. I whistled and took the dog to the back of the village to watch the snow. Behind the village is a vast wheat field, covered with heavy snow, vast and green, which is very spectacular. I stood at the head of the field, my hair disheveled in the wind, and I couldn't help but recite "Spring Snow in Qinyuan" loudly. The dog also became excited, jumped down, and started running wildly in circles in the snow. The wildness and comfort are still fresh in my memory to this day.
But there are times when it ignores me and avoids me. It was winter vacation. When I returned to the village, I met it on the street. I quickly whistled and it clearly heard it. It looked up and saw me. The strange thing was that it didn't run over like before, but turned its head and headed towards the south of the village. The hill ran away, and there was a yellow dog running beside it.
I was very surprised and went home and told my father. My father smiled and said: "That must be the female dog in the south room. They are always together these days." ?I can’t help but feel funny, is this guy in love? But he won’t run away when he sees me. Do you want to run away from home for this?
As expected, when I open the door every morning, You must see the yellow dog in the south room lying on the doorstep waiting. As soon as the door was opened a crack, my dog ??quickly got out, and they walked away together. He stayed there for a whole day, and didn't come back hungry until dark. Since then, I have often seen them wandering together, inseparable, and they do not mix with other dogs in the village. They are just looking for the freedom and joy that belongs to them two.
They are getting bolder and bolder, and their footprints are getting farther and farther. Once, a neighbor even told us that we saw them at a market ten miles away. This began to worry us. At that time, there were constant reports of dog thieves in the countryside. From time to time we heard that someone’s dog had been stolen, so we discussed whether to tie it up. But at that time, I was a teenager full of rebellious ideas, and I really couldn't bear to restrict its freedom, so I finally left it untied. To this day, I still wonder if my compassion was misplaced.
We can only hope that its intelligence and good luck will protect it. But it became more and more bold, and even began to stay up at night without restraint. Sometimes we don't see it for several days in a row. We worry that it is in trouble, but we can't find it. We feel sorry for it, but it comes back tired and hungry. After it stayed at home for a few days, just when we were glad that it was tired of the wandering life, it disappeared from our sight again at some point. Our home seems to have become its hotel.
This happened countless times. Two years later, we finally gave up worrying and began to admire its cleverness and good luck. In the past two years, countless dogs have been lost or died in the village, but our unruly dog ??has always been safe and sound. This cannot but be said to be a miracle. We take comfort in the idea that our dogs are born with good luck.
No matter how good the luck is, it will eventually run out. Finally, one time, it didn’t come home for four or five days in a row. We started to panic, but we didn’t go out to look for it. That was because we didn’t have the operability to find it. Sexual behavior; but I still secretly hope that it will come back suddenly, or in the morning, I will see it lying at the door as soon as the door is opened; or in the evening, it will slowly walk into the house tiredly. But it didn't come back until a month or two later, and we were finally completely disappointed.
My dog ??never came back.
I think even if it can come back safely once, what about next time? It will probably be unable to escape this fate in the future. It was most likely caught by dog ??thieves, but neither we nor the neighbors had seen it in person, so its final fate remained a mystery. But we never talked about it again. I just secretly felt sad for it in my heart, regretting my uncontrolled indulgence of it in the past, but I also vaguely felt that this kind of indulgence was not absolutely undesirable. From then on, I seemed to be injured and no longer had the courage to keep a dog.
The yellow dog in the south room was guarding my door before dawn at first. After many days in a row, it finally stopped coming.
Appreciation of Lyrical Prose About Dogs: Grandma and Dog
This is a long time ago memory, so long ago that it is about to fade out of my mind. I accidentally chatted with my friends, Only then did I slowly recall it, and it came to my mind more and more clearly. My thoughts couldn't help but return to that time.
The protagonist of the story is a puppy named Huihui. Her grandma named her. The reason why she uses the word "she" is because her grandma dotes on this puppy and never treats her like a puppy. She looked at him like a beast, but of course Xiao Huihui was also very well-behaved and sensible, and very popular.
During my childhood, I always lived with my grandma. The cold wind has been raging in the small mountain village for nine days, and it is much colder than now. In the early morning, steam was rising in the farmhouse. Even though I had woken up early, I refused to get up. I lay down on the warm bed and tried to catch the steam coming out of the pot lid with my two little hands. Click left, click right. The futile action was repeated again and again, but the steam slipped gently from my fingers. My funny look amused my grandfather who was smoking beside me, and my grandmother who was pushing and pushing the bellows rhythmically in the kitchen. Their laughter was accompanied by the aroma of the food, and the steam billowing in the room. That kind of peaceful atmosphere, not to mention how happy it was!
The room gradually became warmer, and the fog became thinner. Suddenly the door curtain was raised, and a man came in from the outside. He looked like he was in his forties. The wings of his dog-skin hat were not tied up and were blowing downwards, like Bajie's two ears. The temperature outside must have been very low, and the cold breath made ice form on his beard, making it look as white as the beard of an old god in a movie. Wearing a white stubble leather jacket, a pair of cotton gloves hung around his neck, but only on his left hand. His waist was hunched, and his right hand was hidden in the leather jacket. The cold air on his body forced the mist to hit me directly.
?What! You haven’t eaten yet. ?The person who came had a loud voice, and he yelled when he came in. I recognized him. He was Uncle Baoyi from the mistress’s family.
? Baoyi is here, sit down on the kang. ?Grandma quickly stood up from the kitchen nook, patted the broken firewood on her clothes, and said hello.
Grandpa moved his body in the kang, and agreed with Uncle Baoyi's words: "There is not much work. If you stay idle, you won't be in a hurry to eat." ?
Uncle Baoyi just smiled at his grandfather and turned to his grandma: "Second aunt, isn't my old dog giving birth to puppies? There are one to five of them. The ones are black and yellow, and the fur color is the same." All the good ones were given away, but no one wanted the gray one. You also know the situation of my family. There is a widow at the top and four children on her shoulders. There are seven or eight people in the family, just me and my wife. A person can't live on a half-labor ration, and there's no spare food to feed a dog. I want to give that old dog away, but I won't let it go. This little boy, I really want to give it away. He has no ability anymore, so he throws it out if he wants to, because it will only save his life, but he can't bear it, and my aunt has a good heart, so she can keep it. After Uncle Baoyi finished speaking, he took out his right hand from his fur coat and held a small gray dog ??in his hand.
?Okay, I’ll stay. ?Grandma moved her little feet, took a few steps to pick up the puppy, pushed me towards the bed where I was huddled in the quilt, and put the puppy next to me. Uncle Baoyi left with satisfaction.
? Why leave it? You don’t like dogs. ?Grandpa stared at grandma dissatisfied.
? Alas, Baoyi is right, a life cannot be taken lightly. My eyes were firmly attracted by this puppy, and I ignored the conversation between my grandparents. This little guy is simply too cute. She is only the size of a hand, with rolling flesh and shining gray fur. She seems to be unsteady and staggering around. A pair of round black eyes looked at me curiously, as if asking: "What kind of place is this?" I couldn't help but stretched out my hand to touch it. She avoided it timidly, and finally made a sound helplessly because of the uncoordinated limbs. I accepted it, but my nose made a squeaking sound of protest.
Grandma took a plate and put some rice soup in front of her. She tested it a few times, and maybe the temperature was just right and there was no one to stop her, so she took the courage to stick out her little tongue. , licking the rice soup, and it was licked clean after a while. After eating and drinking, the puppy became more lively than before. She mistook me in the bed for her mother, and kept pushing against the bed to get in and get close to me. I also liked her very much, so I lifted up the quilt and wanted to hug her in.
?I like her to get dressed and eat quickly, wipe the puppy's fur after eating, and then hug her. She rolls in the kennel with the big dog every day. It's too dirty, so she can't get under the quilt. . ?Grandma was talking and put the puppy into the basket holding the firewood next to the stove. I was heartbroken but didn't dare to stop it, for fear of making grandma angry and throwing the puppy out of the hospital. After I devoured my meal, I jumped down to the ground and stood next to the dog, playing with her. Grandma carefully helped the puppy clean it and put it back on the kang. From then on, a new member was added to our family. Grandma named her Xiao Huihui.
Grandma kept the puppy just to find me a playmate. She was born in a wealthy family and was very particular about what she said and did. She was very strict with Xiao Huihui and trained her as a human being. She is not allowed to grab things in the house, she is not allowed to harm the chicken coop, and she is not allowed to peek in. There are stipulated places for peeing and defecating, etc. Little Huihui will be beaten if she does not do well. There is a small log standing at the corner of the bellows under the edge of the kang. Stick, that's Xiao Huihui's family method. Xiao Huihui made a mistake, and grandma was really willing to hit him. Xiao Huihui didn't resist, and ran away with his tail hanging down and whimpering. However, if Xiao Huihui does something right, grandma will also reward her with a steamed bun made of white flour mixed with jade millet flour, break it in half and put it into Xiao Huihui's rice bowl. Little Huihui was so happy that he ate it up after a few mouthfuls, "woof, woof, woof." ?Screaming happily at grandma. At this time, a smile overflowed from the corners of her mouth and eyebrows, and the wrinkles on grandma's face blossomed.
Under the guidance of grandma, Xiao Huihui becomes more and more humane. Grandpa had a bad habit. After soaking his feet every night, he would go directly to the kang with his bare feet. Grandma had to wait on him, pour water for washing his feet, and then carry grandpa's shoes to the edge of the kang and arrange them neatly. The days cycled one after another. One night, I can't remember the exact time. Grandma came back after pouring the foot washing water and saw grandpa's shoes neatly placed on the bottom of the kang edge.
? Darling, did you put the shoes for grandpa? Grandma asked me, and grandpa and I were stunned for a moment. We were all too busy taking off our clothes to go to bed, so we never went to the ground.
Could it be Xiao Huihui? Grandma’s tone was full of doubts. I looked back and saw Xiao Huihui tilting his little head and staring at grandma, as if to say: Of course it’s me!? Very cute.
? It must be you, right? You feel sorry for grandma and help grandma with her work!? Grandma didn’t bother to put down the footbath, squatted down and stroked the puppy’s head with her hands. Strangely enough, the puppy rubbed her grandma's hand and hummed, as if she was answering her. Grandma was very happy the whole night. She really started to like Xiao Huihui from the bottom of her heart.
Xiao Huihui has given us a lot of surprises like this. She seemed to be able to understand what we were saying, help us eat this and that, and even take care of the chickens. When I was about six years old, in the summer, after my grandma’s reed chickens mysteriously disappeared for a while, a brood of chicks suddenly came out of the side room, which made grandma very happy. Grandma let these little guys run around the yard without penning them up. The little chickens are like balls of pom-poms, playing and eating with their mother. Not to mention how adorable they are. A wild dog came from nowhere and was about to harm these chicks. My grandparents were not at home at that time, it was just me. The dog was too big, twice as big as Xiao Huihui.
I wanted to drive it away, but in the end I backed down out of fear, so I just leaned against the window and was anxious. At the critical moment, Xiao Huihui didn't know where he got the courage, and he was entangled with the wild dog. The wild dog bit Xiao Huihui's ear, and blood dripped down his hair. It was heart-breaking to see, and I fell anxiously. cried. Xiao Huihui endured the pain and bit the wild dog's neck. He let the other party drag and tear it, but would not let go. The wild dog ran away in pain, but the chicken was saved. As a result, half of Xiao Huihui's left ear was missing.
After what happened, grandma dotes on Xiao Huihui even more. In this family, she is treated the same as me. If there is anything delicious, grandma is not willing to give it to grandpa, but Xiao Huihui and I are. Half and half. In that era when food was rampant, I never made trouble unreasonably and voluntarily shared the hard-won delicacies with Xiao Huihui. When I reached school age, I stayed in the countryside for two years to study because my parents were working. During those days, every time when school was over, Xiao Huihui would squat at the school gate waiting for me. I hung my schoolbag around Xiao Huihui’s neck and ran back home laughing and chasing me. My classmates were all jealous of me and came back. My parents and I were crying. Some of them actually raised dogs for this purpose, but none of them were as smart and protective as my little Huihui. They looked at the dog and sighed, and they could only be jealous.
I clearly remember that when I was nine years old, my father took me to the city to study. From then on, I could only go back to my grandma’s house for a few days during holidays. I left my grandma's house in tears. I couldn't bear to leave my grandparents, let alone my little Huihui. Since I returned to the city, my grandma has placed all her thoughts on me on Xiao Huihui. She talks to her and takes her to work, as if I am still by her side. These words were all said when I went back for the holidays. , grandma told me, and I am the only one who knows grandma’s feelings for Xiao Huihui best. Half a year later, the village organized a dog beating. We are from a military family, so we naturally had to take the lead. Little Huihui could not escape this disaster. My family was afraid that it would affect my study, so they kept it secret and did not dare to tell me.
Xiao Huihui was also lucky. His skull was smashed with a sickle, but he did not die. Grandma was so happy that she hid Xiao Huihui in a side room, washed the wound with light salt water every day, and then tied it with a clean white cloth. She squeezed some goat milk to feed little Huihui. After grandma's careful care, little Huihui recovered soon. Grandma still locked her in the side room and told her not to bark and not go out during the day, for fear that the dog hunting team would find out and kill her again. Xiao Huihui rubbed her hand and acted like a baby. She was very obedient, and she really didn't even once. I came out and it really made my grandma feel bad.
After her father found out, he strongly disagreed with keeping Xiao Huihui, saying that she was not a human being after all and had no human mind. Moreover, his head has been so seriously injured that if he goes crazy, it will be fatal. Grandma ignored that and treated Xiao Huihui as normal.
June of the lunar calendar is the season when apricots are ripe. Golden and red-cheeked apricots shine among the green leaves, bending the branches. The sour and sweet taste makes people drool just thinking about it. My little brother is about to graduate from the military academy and become a qualified officer. During the summer vacation, my father took us back to my grandma’s house. My father said that he wanted to eat apricots from my grandma’s house. Grandma immediately put down what she was doing and walked on her little feet.
When she returned with a basket of apricots filled with joy, her little Huihui had been hung on the big poplar branch in the yard and died, and half of the yellow apricots were scattered. In the yard, grandma realized that her father's request for Xingzi was just an excuse to drive her away and kill her little Huihui. With fire in her eyes, grandma grabbed a broom and chased her father all over the yard, while her father, who was in his fifties, laughed and dodged.
Don’t be angry. The puppy’s head was injured. No one can be sure that its brain nerves were not damaged. If it goes crazy, you can’t stop it. It will be too late to regret after hurting someone. . ?My father tried to persuade me, but grandma ignored her. Finally, tired of beating her, she sat next to Xiao Huihui, stroking Xiao Huihui's soft fur, and kept shedding tears.
The younger brother and his uncle’s two elder brothers winked at each other, but they had the idea of ??eating Xiaohuihui meat. Their small-mindedness was seen through by grandpa. He blew out a big smoke ring and said to grandma: "Well, the child is worried about you too. He spends all day with the dog. Don't forget that it is a beast after all." Yaya, help grandma into the house. It's so cold sitting on the ground all the time! A person in his seventies is not as sensible as a child. ?
?Min'er, Qier, bring the dog over. Grandpa will skin it for you. Let's eat the meat. ?Grandma became anxious again when she heard that she was going to eat her little Huihui.
?I wonder which of you dares to murder my Hui Hui. He wants to eat meat. Why don’t you eat me too? ?
?No one is allowed to think of beating dogs for meat. Listen to grandma and don’t make her angry. ?My father suddenly became stern. He stopped his brother and the others with his eyes, and then turned around to coax grandma.
Mom, just do what you say, okay? Get up first. It’s too cold to sit on the ground. If you still don’t feel relieved, hit your son a few times, hard, his skin is rough and his flesh is thick. , no pain. ?After saying that, he knelt down on one leg, stretched his back, and waited for grandma's punishment. Tears swirled in my eyes, but I still held them back. I couldn't bear to leave Xiao Huihui, but I felt sorry for my father even more.
Grandma’s raised hand fell gently on his father’s back, and the story ended here. Under the guidance of their grandfather, the brothers moved the dog to their uncle's house, skinned it and ate the meat. This was done very covertly, just to hide it from grandma. I didn't eat a bite of the dog meat, and I still couldn't swallow Xiao Huihui's meat.
From then on, grandma never had a dog. At the moment of her death, grandma said this intermittently: You still ate my little Huihui, but she didn’t hate you, she was waiting over there. Me, I won't be alone. ?Grandma closed her eyes forever, but a happy smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
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