"Young Master" is the name of my corgi dog, from a month to carry home to raise more than eight months, casually love to tear down the house, mischievous, like to run to bed. But I really raised it like an adoptive son, taking it out on time every morning at 6:30 and going to the park in the afternoon to play, except for rain and thunder. Afraid of his illness, fear of his loneliness, fear of his boredom, a whole bunch of snacks at home, vitamins, toys. Reluctant to sleep in the cage, it was all sleeping in the same room with us.
Yesterday the landlord suddenly told me that if I wanted to have a dog, I would move, saying that her grandfather couldn't stand hearing the dog bark. But it's almost the New Year, where to look for a house in a moment and a half, and there are too many things in the house. When we rented this house, there was nothing inside, and it was dirty, we simply decorated the house, all the appliances and furniture inside were all bought by ourselves, and suddenly said how to move so many things to me? There was no way but to send the dog to my parents' house to help take it for a month, and then take it back when I moved.
Yesterday I sent the young master to my father's house, and he didn't eat or drink for a day, and I wasn't used to living without it. I went to see it early this morning, and the dog was so happy that I fed him dog food and ate it all at once. It's also missing us.
I will definitely find the house as soon as possible and move, and take my young master back.
At two months, the ears hadn't been erect yet
At seven months, Summer was afraid that he would sleep on the floor and get cold, so let it sleep on the mat