My good companion, little Kuroko, came from a desolate background, created people to dislike his brothers and sisters, and left him alone to be cared for, pleasing to people and humane, and no matter how skilled he was, he could not escape being sold

<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" > born desolate and disgusted</h1>

That winter, my old black gave birth to 9 cubs, which was lucky for me (I was still young, and the children liked furry gadgets, until now when I see the fluffy puppy and kitten, they especially want to rub it on the face and enjoy the soft feeling) But it is unfortunate for the old black.

Grandpa didn't like dogs, or rather, he didn't like, and he thought that had to be baby and dirty.

Grandpa has always been a powerful character at home, with a serious, unobtrusive look.

When Grandpa found out that the old black cub had been born, he quickly cut through the mess and eliminated it quickly.

Grandpa took a long stick, beat the old black out, and used a broom to sweep the puppy into the bucket and pick it out.

I was very sad to watch from the side, but I couldn't help it, and I also wondered what Grandpa was going to do.

I saw Grandpa pick up the pond. The edge of the pond is sloped, and if something falls to that side, it will roll into the pond. When Grandpa walked there, he was followed by several children the size of me. I think they were also curious about what Grandpa was going to do, or was attracted to the puppies.

The subsequent scene is still fresh in my mind.

<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" > siblings are dead, leaving it alone</h1>

Grandpa really dumped the pups into the pond, and the pups fell into the water one by one, and some of them slowly rolled into the water, struggling in the water, struggling, struggling, and slowly sinking. They're leaving as soon as they come into this world.

Grandpa left, I was so distressed that I wanted to catch the puppy, the water was too deep, I couldn't help it.

There are still two pups left on the slope, I looked at them and hugged them back, I didn't dare to carry them home, what to do? They still had to suckle, so I dragged some straw and put it in the corner of the toilet, making it soft and warm next to it. The old dog should be looking for them.

The next day, I went to the toilet to see the pups, found them missing, and was very worried, could it be that Grandpa threw them in the pond again?

Later, I heard grandma say that he brought the puppies back, and one of them froze to death, and the other one was enough to choke, so he wrapped it in my torn cotton jacket to see if he could save it.

The dog was also full of vitality, and when I went to see it, I saw it sleeping in its sleeve, and its body was still hot.

<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > loved and pleasing</h1>

It became an only dog, and the mother's milk was eaten by it, and it was black and fat, with white hair on the tip of its tail.

My aunt and I (my peers, seniors) often shake it and play with it, often holding it on the bed and covering it with a quilt when no one is at home (I can't remember why I want to do this) and shaking it inside, and when I hear footsteps, I quickly take it down and stuff it into the belly of the bed and pretend to be indifferent.

Once a neighbor said that my dog was chubby and envious of people and would steal it one day.

I was terrified that the dog would be stolen. Now that I think about it, it turned out to be a joke.

<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" > human nature and skills</h1>

The dog grew up slowly and became more and more liked by the family.

Every time after school he would run far to meet me, wagging his tail and jumping and jumping.

When Grandma plucks peanuts in the autumn, it will follow her to the ground to eat the big fat white worms that leak out of the pit after the peanuts are pulled out.

When Grandma went to see the wheat in the outer slope, it would follow, and Grandma would point to Kuroko and say, "Kuroko, go quickly." As if it understood, it galloped here to catch the calf.

Kuroko is really sensible.

<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" > can't escape being sold no matter how sensible they are</h1>

My family's kuroko is very powerful, and when he hears any movement, he will scream and scream. A little fierce, the neighbor came to my house it was also called, bitten people ...

Grandma fed it and sold it. I was still at home that day, and I saw so many people come to my house, looked at it, and seemed to understand what to do...

I didn't dare to look, hiding in the room, listening to the black dog barking in pain, I cried, really reluctant, why should this be?

Afterwards I asked my grandmother why she was selling dogs, and my grandmother said, "It's too fierce to bite people."

I said, "You can tie it up."

Grandma said, "You can't tie it up every day, and if you sell it, you won't cause trouble." ”

Since then, I have not been able to retrieve the kind of look my kuroko looks at me from the eyes of other dogs.

I hope you can still be my black son in the next life.