One of Grandma's old stories is the old yellow dog

My family used to have a particularly large yellow dog, which is an ordinary Chinese pastoral dog. How big is it, so to speak, I rode it as a horse when I was 6 years old. I don't know where that yellow dog came from, it's been in my house for as long as I can remember. I hit the little one and had no resistance to the little animals. As soon as he has time, he invites the yellow dog to play with it. I gave it a name, Rhubarb.

At that time, the countryside did not all the dogs on a leash, they were all free-range. So much so that these dogs got cheap and each got together in a group to go crazy for a day before they went home. Just like me at that time. Rhubarb was still young when it started, and I just spent all day chasing it in the yard. How to make it is not annoying, and always tilted his head to rub me. Slowly rhubarb began to grow, getting bigger and bigger. It grows much faster than I do. I watched on TV that day that someone was riding a big horse, and I was so envious. He quietly came to the courtyard to find rhubarb and climbed on it. Rhubarb was a little confused, not knowing what I was going to do, and when it understood my intentions, it deliberately bowed down and let me go up. Then they drove me back and forth in the yard. I grabbed the hair on its neck for fear of falling. At this time, grandma saw it, and while training me to let me hurry down, she smiled and bent down. I reluctantly came down, thinking that I would ride when you were not at home. So I always take advantage of the fact that my family is not paying attention and playing on the back of rhubarb. As soon as it was time for me to go to school, Rhubarb couldn't move me. Of course, I'm not the little girl who rides on rhubarb all day and plays. Rhubarb has a new task, he sends me to school at the door every day, and always has to run out for a long distance before slowly returning home by himself. After school, he crouched down the street waiting for me, and as soon as he saw me coming back, he plunged into my arms. In my heart, rhubarb is a relative-like being. After a few more years, Rhubarb must be a teenager. A few teeth fell out, and there was no sparkle in the eyes. I know rhubarb is old. One day, Rhubarb disappeared, and the family rushed to find it. Later, I found a stiff rhubarb under a tree on my way to school. I cried for days because of Rhubarb's death, and even my grandmother was in tears. Later we dug a pit in front of the door to bury the rhubarb. Rhubarb didn't want me to face its death, and we buried it in front of his door so he would always remember his way home.

For a long time afterwards, I was afraid to keep a dog, and I was afraid that it would leave me like rhubarb. It's been many years since I got a dog again. It was a tiny paparazzi, still unanguated, and I rescued it from under the wheel. When I bathed it, I noticed that it had a handful of white hairs on the front of its neck that were the same as rhubarb. I was so happy that I gave it the name of rhubarb again. It also likes to rub my head and send me to and from school. I believe that this meditation must be the fate of a past life.