There is a little treasure in my family, but it is not an ancestral treasure, but a smart, cute and naughty puppy——Awang, which is a kind of beagle, and its scientific name is Border Terrier.

It has a thin body, strong legs, and agile movements. Its yellow and white fur is like scattered snowflakes dotted on the loess.

Awang's head is triangular, with a small face and a pair of big black eyes. Its alert eyes are also sharp, as if it can see through everything in the world.

Those sensitive ears can always hear all the subtle sounds.

As he walks, a small peach-shaped tail always wags behind him, which is really endearing.

It doesn't have the grace and luxury of a poodle, nor does it have the shiny fur of a Chihuahua, but it does have perseverance and loyalty.

Don't underestimate its plain appearance. As the saying goes, "You can't tell a person by his appearance." This saying is very appropriate when applied to Awang. If you don't believe it, come and take a look.

One night, my grandma was carrying a full trash can and was about to go out to empty it. As soon as she stepped out of the house, Awang seemed to be able to sense that her grandma was old and frail, and followed her like a personal bodyguard, but grandma didn't feel it at all.

Just when grandma was about to take out the trash, a wild dog suddenly jumped out, stared at the "delicious food" in the trash can, and barked at grandma several times.

It seemed to notice the old age of grandma, and it pressed forward step by step, with a hint of cunning in those evil eyes.

Grandma was so frightened that she stepped back repeatedly, subconsciously waving the trash can in her hand, "Don't come here, don't come here," in an attempt to scare away the wild dogs. Her trembling calves were as soft as cooked noodles.

, it seems that there is a danger of falling at any time.

At this time, grandma mustered up the courage, took a deep breath, tremblingly raised the trash can and threw it at the vicious dog. The vicious dog dodges quickly, not only not hurting it, but actually emboldening the vicious dog.

Just when grandma was about to be forced into the corner, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the corridor. Grandma was so frightened that she broke into a cold sweat, thinking that it was the "companion" of the wild dog.

Grandma couldn't help but close her eyes, assuming a posture of resignation, but after a long time, she didn't see any movement. When she opened her eyes and took a closer look, it turned out to be Awang.

Seeing Awang's thin appearance, the wild dog shook its ears and barked several times with disdain, as if to say: "Are you the only one who wants to challenge me?" This move really angered Awang, and it roared with all its strength.

With eyes as wide as bells, he pounced straight at the wild dog like a desperate man, biting a few tufts of hair on the wild dog's body. Not to be outdone, the wild dog started to struggle with Awang on the ground. After a while, Awang had the upper hand.

After a while, the wild dogs gained the upper hand and the fight was extremely difficult.

Seeing the situation, grandma casually picked up a wooden stick on the ground, approached them lightly, and threw it at the vicious dog. However, grandma did not see clearly and threw it in the wrong direction. Just as the wooden stick flew across the sky towards Ngawang,

Awang seemed to have eyes on his back, and he dodged quickly. Before the wild dog could react, the wooden stick hit it like a meteor. The wild dog was so hit that stars appeared in its eyes, and it ran away in despair with its tail between its legs.

Seeing the wild dog fleeing miserably, Awang's peach tail waggled even more happily, even though the thin Awang was also injured.

Grandma lovingly picked up her life-saving baby - Awang.

Of course, no one is perfect, and my Ngawang is no exception.

Its biggest shortcoming is its gluttony.

One morning, I was humming a little tune while eating delicious meat buns, and from time to time I twisted my body in response to the melody of the music.

As soon as he twisted, Haoshibao Awang was attracted by the tempting fragrance.

Look at its slanderous appearance, raising its head vigorously, swaying its little tail, and staring at the meat buns with flattering eyes, really wanting to taste the aroma of it (the meat buns).

Perhaps because he was afraid that I would scold him, he had to swallow again, as if he was satisfied with the fragrance.

Looking at that pitiful appearance, I stroked its little head lovingly. When I was about to give Ngawang a small bite, maybe because I bit the outer skin of my meat bun too much, the meat stuffing suddenly rolled down to Ngawang.

As if it was afraid that I would change my mind temporarily, it quickly eliminated the minced meat in three strokes, five in two, and two in two.

When he looked up, he saw my sharp eyebrows and my hands on my hips. I quickly drooped my little tail, leaned down, and gently licked my feet with the tip of my tongue. My eyelashes were blinking very fast, as if they were looking at me.

He admitted his mistake and said, "Master, I hope you can remember your past feelings and don't criticize me." You said that after seeing its pitiful appearance, who would have the heart to blame it.