Every time I walk through a small forest, I always see a yellow stray dog wandering here. It was said by passers-by that the dog was abandoned. Suddenly I feel that it is very pitiful. So every time I give it leftovers at home, it becomes familiar with me over time. I call it "Huang!" Its hair is very soft and comfortable, its short four legs are funny, its hair is not all yellow, and there is some white in the middle; There is a pinch of white hair on the neck, and the body is not dirty but clean; It's cute to wag its tail! But its eyes are thought-provoking, revealing loneliness, disappointment, friendliness and some unclear things. Once I ate chicken at home and left a lot of meat and bones, I carefully took care of them and carried them to feed them. I was about to leave when I dropped my things. There was a cry from behind, "Oooo ……" I immediately turned around and was startled to find another dog fighting with it, biting it with its mouth and teeth and scratching its ears. And it didn't fight back, just whined! I rushed up at once, kicked the vicious black dog and shouted "get out!" And kicked it hard. The dog left angrily. Turning around, it fell at my feet and snuggled up to me, obviously frightened; It looked up at me with gentle eyes and full of trust, and then rubbed its head against me. I'm a little confused. Hold it. There is an impulse and love to protect it. When I came home, it followed me closely until the door, and it still sent me with reluctant eyes. (Article Reading Network: www.sanwen.net) I lost sleep that night! Insomnia for it. I wonder what happened to it. It must be a lovely dog. It used to be luxurious, but it was abandoned! Is the host fond of the new and tired of the old? It was abandoned and bullied by other dogs. Did it suffer before? The next day, I said to my mother, "I want to adopt it!" " Looking at my firm eyes, my mother nodded incredulously! I happily ran out to look for it, but I couldn't find it in the Woods. An ominous feeling welled up in my mind. When I went home and pressed my mother, my mother said, "In the morning, I heard that a dog was run over by a car! It's still at our door! I have already thrown it into the trash can! " I ran to the trash can without thinking! The ending, you can imagine! I cry! I hate it! I hate myself! A little life, in order to find love, suddenly got off the car!