I'm a Cocker Spaniel tease
I am a male Cocker Spaniel named Tease, and my owner affectionately calls me "A Tease".
My parents came from faraway England, and I had noble and pure blood, gentlemanly demeanor.
In the family of Cocker Spaniels, there are two major categories of American cocas and British cocas, referred to as US card and Yingka. We belong to the medium-sized dog, the common characteristics are hanging ears, short tail, long hair, lively and active nature, friendly to children. The difference is that Meika's eyes are large and round, with a convex forehead, a slightly shorter snout, and a plump upper lip; Inca's eyes are moderately sized, oval, flat skull, moderate forehead, and a relatively narrow snout.
I slept in a small bed made by my master
Since I came to the master's house more than ten years ago, whenever the master called me "A tease", I would excitedly shake my short tail and quickly meet it. I love the name. Can often accompany the master, make the master happy, is not it my duty?
But I left the master prematurely, for three years. Now, I can only look at the world in another dimension, looking at the owner lying in the hospital bed...
I have lived for 14 years in the world, which is equivalent to 75 years old for dogs, but I am not satisfied.
The past came to my eyes one after another.
One day in the early autumn four years ago, I suddenly had an inexplicable annoyance and fear, and I kept yelling at the outside of the house. For several days, my loud voice not only woke the owner from his sleep, but also made the whole courtyard restless.
In the middle of the night, the master looked out the window, neither saw any shadow, nor did he see the car passing, so he shouted: "No more barking!" Is it afraid of affecting the rest of the neighbors, or is it afraid of the folk saying that "dogs bark in the middle of the night attract ghosts"? I don't know. I was still screaming in silence. The owner couldn't bear it and picked up the mop stick and hit me for the first time in his life. I ducked under the table and groaned, insisting that I was not wrong with my hunch. I am for the host hello ah.
Because I always remember in my heart that my master is good to me. When I was only a month after I was born, I was sold to my master's house for 1500 yuan (the price was not low at that time), and from the moment my master took me in his arms and gently touched me, I knew that I had a good dependence.
When I was a child, I was a child
When I was a child, I had two big ears hanging down, a bunch of pale yellow fur, and a small tail, which can be described as loved by everyone, but I got rid of a "meeting acquaintance", and anyone who saw him could go with him.
The master and I were inseparable. As he drove, I crouched in the passenger seat and looked straight ahead. Whenever the red light came on, I would be like a commander, making a low roar to remind the owner. Worse, as soon as I got excited, I ejaculated. The master took out a tissue to dry the chair, touched my head, and advised me: "Quiet, quiet!" Don't get excited. ”
The host moved and I followed to the new home. We lived on the top floor of the fifth floor, and whenever the owner was still downstairs, I could have a hunch that he was back, and cheerfully asked the hostess to open the door. As soon as the door opened, I sped out and down the stairs to greet my master. After confirming that my hunch was correct, as soon as I called, the hostess let me go downstairs to pick up the master.
Whenever I went downstairs for a walk, I ran on my legs.
What makes me happiest is that I go downstairs for a walk every day. The trees and flowers in the yard emitted a burst of fragrance, and I was so happy that I ran wildly, smelling in the east and sniffing in the west, often dragging the straps in the master's hand, pulling forward one by one. Finally, one day the rope was broken, and I ran into a nearby construction site alone, and a few migrant workers saw that I was having fun and hid me.
Growing up I started to be naughty
The master shouted anxiously, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh "While pulling each passerby, I asked if I had seen me. Finally, under the quiet guidance of an aunt, I was found. Since then, the owner has changed to a thick dog rope to lead me downstairs.
I ate "Baolu Brand" dog food every day, and the owner was still afraid that I was not nourished enough, so he went to the vegetable market to buy frozen pork liver, cooked it in a small pot, and put it in the dog food bowl to feed me. How fragrant the pork liver is, I ate it first, and I didn't eat dog food when I took a bite. The owner cut the pork liver very thinly, crushed it and mixed it in the dog food, and I had to eat it with the dog food. More than ten years like a day, whether it is hot or cold winter, can I be treated like this, can I not remember it?
I grew tall and tall, my coat was beautiful, my voice was loud, and I became a strong young man. The owners, on the other hand, were getting older and could no longer take me downstairs for a walk, so I had to set up a and pee stand on the floor of the room. The master reprimanded me, and I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't change it. Thankfully, my family lives on the top floor with a big terrace above. The host opened a small door under the door to the terrace and guided me up to the terrace to pee and poop. I was rewarded for doing it, and I slowly developed good habits.
The rooftop terrace became my favorite
The most memorable thing for me was that once there was a guest at home, I had a "gust of wind" attack, and I jumped and jumped with excitement. As a result, the foot hooked the charging cable of the laptop on the table, and the computer was thrown to the ground, the screen was shattered, it could not be started, and the SONY computer bought back from Japan by the owner of more than 12,000 yuan was instantly scrapped! Remembering that the master cherished this computer so much in his daily life, I knew that I had run into a big disaster, and I was frightened and trembling, and slowly approached the master's leg and gently rubbed the owner's pants with my head. Who knew that the master not only did not hit me, but also did not even scold me. Since then, I have been closer to my host...
I don't understand, the master who once loved me so much, why did he hit me hard this time? I couldn't speak, but my hunch soon materialized: the owner suddenly braked and fell on the bus he was riding on, resulting in a fracture of the right hip-femur neck, coupled with severe osteoporosis that could not be operated on, so he had to be hospitalized. That's when I stopped screaming. Unfortunately, it was too late, how could the master understand my good intentions?
I became very depressed
I was both sad and helpless: what should have happened had happened after all! I was in pain, wandering, and suffering all day long, and I could only prove myself by dying.
The night before the master left home, I carefully lay on the ground, gently as close as possible to the master, looking at him intently, holding on to the last glimmer of hope, hoping that he would say a word of forgiveness to me, even if it was just to call me "A tease" again. However, no. The owner was still sullen.
I remember when I was a child, my master fed me ham sausages
I was born loveless, for a whole week, depressed, not eating or drinking, so thin that only skin and bones remained. On that early spring morning three years ago, I felt myself finally breaking free from my shell, and I understood that my journey to earth had been overrun.
It all comes down to silence. The only thing I regret is that I couldn't say goodbye to my master before I left someone else's life. Master, will you remember me?
The Buddha said that there are six paths for sentient beings: the Path of Heaven, the Path of Humanity, the Path of Asura, the Path of Animals, the Path of Hungry Ghosts, and the Path of Hell. I only saddened myself as a dog, unable to communicate with humans after all.
If there is an afterlife, how I wish I could live on the same side as my master. Of course, I hope that will be humane.