A few days ago back to my hometown, the way back to pass a block, because there is a camera in front of the intersection, so my speed is very slow, but look at the opposite of a large truck roaring, visually it must be speeding, presumably the driver of the car is also because of looking at the intersection and camera and accelerated it.
This is a national highway, so there are many large goods across provinces, so the center of this block road is equipped with a barrier fence.
About a second after I met the big truck, because I didn't close the window, I clearly heard a terrible dog barking from behind, and then I heard an uncle who was just walking in the middle of the barrier and preparing to go to the opposite side shouting "Rolled to the dog" and "Rolled to the dog."
But the big truck still sped away, and all I could hear was the dog barking a few times, then a low whimper and then a silent breath, and I believed it must be dead, run by the big truck, dead and alive.
Maybe the driver didn't know what he had just rolled, but even if he knew, he couldn't change anything. What can he do? Park your car to find the owner of this dog?
Unlike dogs in the city, which need to be licensed, dogs need to be leashed when they go out, and stray dogs can be hunted. There is no such set in the countryside, so the countryside is full of dogs, so people who drive in the countryside can always see the carcasses of dogs or cats on the road, and these animal corpses are not collected, and they are basically rolled by the passing vehicles until they disappear.
I have lived in a small town of 36 lines for many years, and I happen to be driving. Although this small city is 36 lines, most of them are poor, but there are many people who have dogs, and these dogs are free-range, probably without the policy provisions of large cities. In addition, I have seen a lot of horrible scenes of being bitten by dogs and suffering from rabies on the Internet, and I often have the experience of being startled by a dog that suddenly jumps out on the road when I drive, so I don't like dogs now.
But that's just dislike, but never hate, I don't know why I don't hate dogs, if I have to ask, in my heart, of all the animals, I like dogs the most. Because of all the animals in my perception, only dogs are the closest to people, the most able to understand people's minds and the most loyal to people.
I have never had a dog, because I don't have that, but my family has. My home, of course, was the home of my childhood, the home of my grandparents and me.
The family once had two dogs. First, because I was still young at that time, I remember it as a wolf dog, although it was a wolf dog, but because I grew up living in the harmonious environment of the countryside, it was very docile. I am not impressed by the dog, but I only remember its breed and the day it died my aunt sat on the side of the village road and hugged it and cried bitterly, the cause of its death was because it ate the food that other people fed it with rat poison, and the owner of the family was called "Taibei", which was a famous second son.
The second is a black and white earth dog, I was about ten years old when I raised this dog, and I don't remember much about the relationship with this dog, but I remember that it is quite lively and pestering, and the tail is happily wagging all day long. Saying that it is pestering, the deepest impression is that one day I slept in the room, did not expect that this dog also climbed into bed and slept next to me, and this was not known at the time, it was my fourth uncle who came to me when I woke up to find that there was a dog sleeping next to me, the fourth uncle saw this scene and thought that I took the dog to bed, and scolded me to explain it uselessly, but also because of this matter, the fate of this dog was doomed, not long after, this dog appeared on my second mother's bed to scare my second mother, and the fourth uncle said that this dog could not be raised anymore. Then he took a rope around the dog's neck and pulled it to a tree to hang him, and then the fourth uncle found firewood to burn the dog's hair, and then together with a few of his friends, stewed the dog. I was there when the dog was hanging and burning the dog, but I didn't go to the stew dog to eat the dog, and I didn't dare to eat this thing at that time.
After raising these two dogs, my family has never had a dog again.
Since I talk about dogs, I naturally have a story with dogs, compared with the two dogs I have, this dog is much more impressive to me.
This dog was my neighbor's dog, a pure yellow female earth dog, and since I can remember, this dog has been there, and the neighbor's house at that time was door to door with my house, and there was a two-meter-wide aisle in the middle, and his kennel was on the right side of the door. I vaguely remember that when I was only a few years old, I went to the kennel to play with this dog, even if the dog got off the puppy, my family warned me that the female dog who got off the puppy would be very fierce and would bite people, but I was not afraid, and this dog never treated me hard. I grew up and went to school, and after I learned to whistle, whenever I came back to whistle in the alley, the dog would wait for me with its tail wagging in the front corner, and when I came to it, it would jump around and jump around my legs, making a cheerful sound in its mouth.
Later, this house gave my fourth uncle to marry, and I moved to the house on the other side of the village with my grandfather and grandmother, and I didn't come over here, but every time I came, the dog still remembered me and would still come to my feet to get close. After I went to school in the town, I rarely came over here, the last time I saw this dog was in one night, that night my grandfather asked me to come to the fourth uncle's side to do what I forgot, I remember that night the sky was very dark, go to my fourth uncle's house to enter a cramped alley, such a night that the alley is even darker to reach out and five fingers, before I went in at night with my hands supporting the left and right walls step by step into it. Before that alley there were still families, and then his family moved away, the home was empty there, so I was really afraid to walk there that night, but I had to go in, so I whistled to myself, I didn't think about the whimpering of the dog at the end of the alley, I listened to the sound I was immediately not afraid, more than ten years, I really did not expect this dog to be alive. I walked quickly to the end of the alley with my hands on the wall, and when I reached the end, the dog pounced on it, the front leg was on my hand and the mouth was rubbing and biting against my hand, and it kept making that whimpering sound, and the faint light of the neighbor's house and the fourth uncle's house shone on the dog's body, and I found that it was much older, the hair was not as neat and thick as before, and the movement was not as agile as before. The dog's constant sobs caused the neighbor's great-uncle to come out and think that it was encountering something, until I saw my great-uncle laughing, saying that this dog is old, has always been sick, did not expect to see me so lively, and I have a good relationship. I said I've been playing with it since I was a kid, and it's been over a decade.
When I went back, the dog didn't come out to give me a ride, it lay down by the kennel, I blew a few whistles, it raised its head and whimpered a few times, as if it was telling me something, I thought, it was too old, maybe it was just a little tired.
Later, I kept going to school outside, and when I went back to uncle Four, the kennel was no longer there, and the dog must have died.
It was the only animal that ran through my entire childhood memories, and I remember it vividly to this day, so I remembered the dog who never seemed to have left that alley in his life, always coming and going from neighbors and my house, and the rest of the time guarding its cubs in the kennel by the door. It reminds me of my grandmother, and I know it's disrespectful to associate it, but the truth is, my grandmother, in order to raise her children, went to the farthest place in her life, that is, when she was young, she went to the town, you know, our home is five kilometers away from the town.
Last night, I watched "The Tale of Hachiko the Faithful Dog" again, compared to the American remake of "The Story of hachiko the loyal dog", the original version of "The Tale of the Hachiko of the Loyal Dog" was much harder, saying that it was hard, it was felt that the details were not as soft as the American version, of course, this may be the cognition and feeling of the times, even so, I was still moved once.
I thought that if I were old and I was alone after the children got married, I would have a dog, of course, not the kind of squeamish pet dog, but a Chinese pastoral dog, which is what the folk call the earth dog. I behave as a lonely and introverted person who rarely interacts with people, and dogs do not have so many things, so naturally they are the best companions. In the future, if I die, the dog will still be with me for a while, and the dog, it is said that if the dog dies, it will run to a distant place, it will not die in the owner's house, then it will save me from facing it sadly.
I will have a dog, instead of choosing to contact people, after I am old, what I need is not affection, but calm, calm life and calm death.