I like the order of your dog's poems.

I have a puppy at home. Its name is Wang Wang. Its hair is very black. Its tail often rolls up like a small black circle. Its eyes are as big as black pearls. Its footprints are like plum blossoms. Its teeth are as sharp as hills. When it sleeps, its ears are close to the ground.

He is a bit eccentric and nice. He sometimes finds a warm place to sleep, carefree and unrestrained, and asks nothing. But he wanted to go out to play, so he left for a day and a night. No matter how I called him, he didn't come back. Say it's fun, but how conscientious. As long as someone walks outside the door, it will make a "woof-woof" cry until the owner hears it.

I get along well with it. As long as I see the schoolbag on my back, it keeps turning around me, as if to say, "Little master, don't go, don't go, play with me for a while!" " When I came home from school and walked to the door, the dog was already wagging its tail at the gate to meet me. I often bite my pants when I go out.

If it sees the bone, it will run as fast as Liu Xiang in the Olympic Games, bite the bone and come back, and chew the bone in the yard to prevent the neighbor's dog from taking it away. When it is finished, it will run out of the yard, have a rest, stick out its tongue and drool from it.

As long as it meets acquaintances, it will wag its tail like a little girl's braid, and when it meets strangers, it will make a "woof-woof" cry.