Life of Oatmeal

1 One year old

When Oatmeal was one year old, my aunt was thirty years old.

She attracted the attention of cereal in the vegetable market, maybe it was her slightly fat figure or the fish in her hand. In short, cereal followed her aunt for more than half an hour and went home with her all the way.

My aunt doesn't like cereal. It's dirty and smelly, and it's not pleasing at all. Her hair is covered with mud like a poor feather duster.

Oatmeal really likes her aunt and wags her tail at her.

My aunt thought about it at the door, but she still shut the cereal out.

After dinner, my aunt couldn't help thinking about cereal while watching Korean dramas: I wonder if the stray dog has left, whether it has eaten, and whether it has shelter from the wind and rain.

she was so tired of thinking about it that she simply opened the door to find out. Oh, the dog is standing at attention and wagging its tail at her!

My aunt didn't care that she was wearing her freshly washed pajamas. She picked up the cereal and swore, "Good dog, you can stay in my house in the future!"!

In this way, cereal got a home, cereal took a bath, cereal ate a bowl of warm whole wheat cereal, and then cereal fell asleep next to my aunt.

my aunt said that she ate cereal for the first meal when she got home, so she will call it cereal from now on.

2 is three years old.

My aunt has never been enthusiastic about cereal. In other words, my aunt is cold and indifferent to the whole world.

I don't think anyone in this world dares to gather around my aunt all the time except cereal.

when cereal was three years old, she was pregnant with a puppy, and her stomach was bulging, and she didn't give birth after a night of tossing. My aunt sat with her in the delivery room all night, still cold, but her eyes were red.

She reached out and patted the cereal on the head. Good dog, don't be afraid.

The next morning, cereal gave birth to three children. It took the children to my aunt and rubbed her legs with its head.

my aunt smiled, and although she tried to endure it, she still laughed so hard that everyone got a fright. She also hugged the cereal in an intimate way that she was not used to, and rubbed its head with her cheek.

Everyone says that my aunt has changed.

My aunt refused to admit it with a straight face. Who has changed? I was born like this!

after that, I turned to make mutton soup for my cereal. According to my uncle, my aunt secretly signed up for a computer class for cereal, applied for an account of a dog forum on the Internet, and went online to learn about raising dogs when she had nothing to do.

We asked my aunt, but she denied it. She said that learning computer was for her own ideological progress and not to fall behind.

3 Five years old

When I was five years old, my cereal was stolen by a dog dealer once.

My aunt took it for a walk, and when she bowed her head and tied her shoelaces, the cereal disappeared. My aunt was at a loss for a long time and looked around in a panic. I searched for a whole day without success, and I couldn't sleep a wink all night.

Early the next morning, I went to the copy shop and printed a sign: Look for cereal and get a big reward.

She walked around the vegetable market holding these eight words for a whole day. Many people advised her not to wait, and if she was caught, she would either be sold or killed.

My aunt didn't listen, so she sat on the stone steps and wept.

It wasn't until the evening that the dog dealer appeared with cereal in his arms, and angrily sent it to his aunt's arms, saying that your bad dog sold to other people's houses without eating or drinking all night, and the police knocked on the door to warn him, but it was returned early in the morning. Five hundred dollars, you give me the money, and I'll give you back the dog!

when my aunt touched her pocket, she always paid * * * 8 yuan, and didn't leave any money to the dog dealer.

when she took the cereal, it was so dumb that she couldn't make a sound. My aunt said, good dog, you can't talk, but I understand.

after that, cereal had the first collar for dogs, and the dog tag was hung on the collar, and the contact information of my aunt was printed on the dog tag.

In my aunt's view, that dog chain is no longer just a constraint, but an oath that we will never be separated.

4 Ten years old

My aunt was seriously ill when she was forty years old.

On the day I was admitted to the hospital, my aunt kept losing her temper. I was not hospitalized. Who was in charge of eating and drinking Lazar with cereal?

Uncle is angry and ridiculous, but you are not worried about my eating and drinking Lazar. That's all. I'll just take care of it

I don't trust my aunt with a pout!

My aunt is sitting in the hospital bed with her head down, just like a child who has a bad temper. After a long time, she sighed, "I don't care who takes care of it." She is ten years old, and she has been a little old woman in the dog's life. When I met him, he was just a tiny puppy, and now he is older than me ... How can I rest assured? "

The cereal is really old, and his soft hair is a little yellow, and his big eyes are no longer full of curiosity.

during my aunt's half-month in hospital, cereal has been very clever. Eat, walk and bathe on time under the care of my uncle. The only difference is that cereal began a long wait.

from morning till night, I have been quietly squatting at the door, holding my breath and listening. When I was really sleepy, I put my head on the door and went to sleep.

Uncle said that he was waiting for his aunt's footsteps. It seems to believe that my aunt will definitely come back, so it chooses to wait quietly and cleverly.

a month later, my aunt was discharged from the hospital.

The cereal was very exciting that day. It kept wandering in front of the door early in the morning, and it was always quiet, but it even called twice from time to time.

After that, my aunt always collected dog snacks when cleaning the room. Most of these snacks soaked by cereal saliva were hidden in my aunt's bedroom.

behind the cupboard, in the corner of the dresser, in the corner of the low stool.

My aunt was in distress situation: "Oatmeal, this is for me to eat when I come back."

5 Thirteen years and five months

At about the age of thirteen, cereal was seriously ill, and constant diarrhea caused it to be depressed.

After the initial recovery from a serious illness, cereal has been in poor spirits. The only thing that can make me feel better is to go out for a walk with my aunt every evening.

Sometimes when I am tired from walking and I am out of breath, I stand up and cheat and ask my aunt to carry me away.

Passers-by looked askance and asked my aunt, this dog is so fat, aren't you tired of carrying it?

my aunt said, I'm not tired. He likes to go out for a walk, but he can't walk. I'm happier holding him when I walk than when I'm bored at home.

however, cereal coquetry is also divided into people. He only plays tricks on his aunt. If his uncle takes him for a walk, he would rather struggle to walk slowly than stand up and ask for a hug from his uncle's trouser legs.

in the early winter of p>21, there was heavy snow in the north.

My uncle went out to step on the snow with cereal. After walking for more than ten minutes, the cereal suddenly stopped walking, and he looked at my uncle in confusion in the snow and gasped.

Uncle, who is always in a state of emotion, can't help crying when he sees cereal like this.

this time, he said, cereal really can't walk.

6 Dog's Life

Not long after the heavy snow, the cereal went away.

I almost lost my ability to eat in the days before cereal leaves. Aunt knows that their mutual affection is here.

In order to make him happy, my aunt often takes time to hold him out in the sun, and sometimes even stays out with him until evening.

On the afternoon when cereal left, my aunt made some whole-wheat cereal and put it in front of it. My aunt said that the first time you came into my house, all you ate was cereal. Now you have to go, have another bite, and it will reassure me when you are full.

My aunt stayed with cereal that night. It was late at night, and she leaned against the sofa in the living room for a while. When I woke up, the cereal was gone, and its head was tightly next to her leg, just like the day when it came, and there was less cereal on the ground.

We were all afraid that my aunt would not be able to bear this sadness, but she said, I'm fine.

Oatmeal is a good dog. She stayed with her aunt for so long, and now she's gone. My aunt doesn't blame her.

The average life span of domestic pet dogs is only ten years. They don't have the right to choose their master. For them, the master is all the reason why they are alive in this world.

If you decide to take a puppy home, please ask yourself first, whether you can bear 1% trust and dependence without complaining, and whether you are confident to give it a warm environment without harm or parting. When it is sick or old, will you choose to abandon it because of external factors, or will you stay with it until it has finished its short life?

I believe everyone will have their own answers.