The loach's mother was my backyard neighbor's bitch. This is a heroic and diligent mom dog, its life in addition to mating, is to give birth to babies, I do not know have several litters of puppies, but, only later by our family to adopt this puppy, life is the most dramatic. Just a month old, it was brought to our home by our second brother. It was snow white with a few patches of yellow hair dotted right in the middle of its head and a few other parts of its body, very cute.
We fed him rice soup first, and occasionally steamed buns or leftover food. This puppy is very active, has a good appetite, is not picky about food, and grows up relatively fast.
In just over half a year, this little guy has grown up to be quite powerful. Because of the large amount of food is not picky about food, and like an athlete like running back and forth, the body is very robust! It is about half a meter tall, with the head and tail is more than a meter long. Big head, strong body, the power of nature is also big, in the process of fighting with other dogs in our village biting, this guy has never suffered a loss!
The second brother gave it a very funny and interesting name, called loach!
There are about 100 families in our village, and since almost every family has a dog, and some families have two or three, the village has more than 300 dogs all together. These guys are like people, more dogs, is a jungle. They also like to gang up, with now being on the Russian-Ukrainian battlefield everywhere arch fire of the MiG.
Our home in the west of the village, the village east and west of the dog divided into two major gangs, they are incompatible. They snatch food, compete for mates, look at each other, and fight every day. The loach is naturally the leader of the dog team at the west end of our village, and no other dog can shake its position in the jungle, and its gang leader's vigor and temperament is innate and unparalleled.
Strangely enough, once they encountered the stray dogs from outside the village, regardless of the east end of the village, or the west end of the village, all of these dogs immediately discarded their former grudges, temporarily put aside their grudges, and formed a united front to the outside world. These guys are unprecedented unity, the same enemy, united **** with the bite to drive away those who do not know the depth of the invaders.
The loach is more than a year old, in the dog is already an adult dog. It looks tall and handsome, powerful, is a loud dog in the hero! The top of the head in the middle and the body of the other parts of the yellow hair, scattered in the body of a snow-white hair above, like the winter snow field on the blooming plums, such as the sea of snow flowers inside a few autumn chrysanthemums.
Its tail hair is thick, and its limbs are powerful. When the time is young and strong, not only in our village, no matter which village nearby the dog group, the loach is a group of cranes, can not be ignored! Super high face value, robust physique, coupled with the lofty status of the jungle, our family has the face and talent, handsome and sexy dog loach, I do not know how many beautiful dogs captured the heart!
The greatest feature and character of a dog is its loyalty to its owner! This point, in our family loach body is more embodied. At that time our family also had a cat. This cat was bought from Nanjing when my father and elder brother were on a business trip, and it was still small when they bought it. The cat seller swore to my father and brother that it was a little girl cat! At that time, every house was infested with mice, and we had been expecting it to give birth to a litter of kittens for our family soon, and the neighbors around us had already urged it several times. Until one evening, Ergo suddenly noticed what looked like two extras hanging from the back of the buttocks of the already-grown cat walking back and forth in front of him. The second brother thought he didn't see clearly, and came closer to take a closer look: he found two rounded cat balls!
Father and big brother this eye! The first is to make a decision on how to use it!
This cat has not only lost the popularity of everyone, but its loyalty and attitude towards its owner is even worse than that of the loach. My family's second grandmother, their family is a slaughtering business, suffering from the rats, a period of time borrowed my cat to go to her home to catch rats to see goods. The result is that three months later, our house is plagued with rats, one by one, the rats scurry out of their holes in the middle of the day, and the beds in the house are nibbled out of a mouth from time to time, and even the food tends to become leftovers from these guys!
It is tolerable, but not tolerable! The mother instructed me to go to the second grandma's house to hurry up and bring the cat back to suppress the rat chaos. I didn't expect to be separated for less than a hundred days, but this one didn't even recognize me: not only did it not let me hold it, but it also scratched my hand with a bloodstain.
Such a thing happened in our family loach is unimaginable. "A child does not dislike his mother's ugliness, and a dog does not dislike his family's poverty" is really not easy to the truth. Our family is not like other villagers to slaughter as a business, every day can eat meat dishes. My father worked in a factory in the town, and my mother did all the work in the field, so my life was very poor, and my family seldom ate meat three times a day, but mainly vegetables. People do not eat well, let alone chickens, geese, goats and dogs these animals? The loach follows the master every day to eat rough food, not the slightest second thought!
In order to increase the family's income, that year, just after the Spring Festival, the father bought a pregnant female goat in the town market, with a view to giving birth to a baby goat, raised to the winter grown up for money. The second brother to help his mother to work, the younger brother is still small and need to be watched, every evening after school, the task of goat herding naturally fell on my body. However, I was reluctant to do so, and all I wanted to do was play. Seeing the neighbor's children after school can be in the street crazy play without work, I am very envious of them.
I thought of a good idea. I took the goat to the apple orchard on the west side of the village, chose a bigger apple tree, tied the goat to the tree, and then went to the neighborhood to pull some grass and put it next to the goat, so that it could eat there by itself. Having done this, I ran like the wind to the children's den to find my own pleasure.
Time flew by, and soon the sun fell to the western mountains and the sky darkened. One after another, the little friends heard the shouts from far and near home, so each went back to their own homes, each looking for their own mother. Seeing that everyone has basically gone, I also rushed to my home. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, and I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product.
My mother came from the kitchen with a bowl, saw me come back, and asked, "Where are the sheep? I'm not sure if I've ever seen you bring a sheep back." I suddenly realized that I was allowed to go out this evening was not for me to play, but had a mission: bad, the sheep are still in the apple orchard! I didn't say a word, and I didn't dare to send, folded and turned around a run, straight to the apple orchard rushed.
The apple trees in the garden are about several hundred. Every year in early spring, when the weather is still very cool, the production staff of the brigade holding a large clipper, in the middle of the fruit tree back and forth, cut off those excess branches.
In late summer and early fall, the village health worker carried a medicine cylinder on his back, dragging the bottom of the cylinder with his left hand, and holding the nozzle of the cylinder in his right hand, from one fruit tree to another. The fruit trees were covered with tired fruits, green, red, yellow and white. In the middle of the dense foliage hung a mouth-watering apple.
However, what makes the villagers love and avoid this garden is that in addition to the fruit trees, there are countless graves of all sizes in the whole garden. Those rectangular graves, large and small arranged in the open space of the orchard, around the grass undisturbed a strong crazy growth, green and yellow, yellow and green, day after day, year after year.
At this time it is midsummer, the grass is lush, apple tree branches and leaves, a tree fruit tree pitch-black standing in the garden, as if a huge ghosts and monsters. At this time I was scared, step by step, all did not feel the beauty of this orchard. What makes me hate myself even more is that during the day, I was worried about being discovered by my family's mischief, I deliberately tethered the goat in the depths of the garden away from my home, this place is deserted, and it is also eerie during the day, not to mention the night.
It wasn't too dark yet. As I walked forward in the orchard, I trembled and secretly looked to the left and right. These new and old graves of varying sizes are scattered among the apple trees in a staggered manner, and when one walks in them, one will pop up next to any tree. It didn't take long for the sky to darken completely, if I wasn't worried about going home and getting beaten up, I would never have dared to come to this kind of place alone at this hour. But now I'm forced to go to the inside.
At this point, a few hours have passed since I bolted the sheep to the bottom of the tree, and I'm still worried about whether the sheep are still there or not, and whether they'll be taken by someone else. I am anxious and afraid, I want to rush to the place, the goat home, and will never do this kind of stupid thing again!
When I arrived at the apple tree where the goat was bolted, I looked from afar and could not see the goat, knowing that my goat is green, and it is normal to not see it at night. However, I vaguely realized that there was a mass of white stuff under the tree, lying there motionless.
Hot blood rushed to my head at once! My whole body was tingling, my chest was tight, and the great fear made my head dizzy, my eyes darkened, and cold sweat broke out all at once on the top of my head and on my back. I really wanted to go home! I easily endured to the apple tree in front of, oh my God, suddenly found my goat lying on the ground, mouth is still leisurely regurgitation, and next to the mass of white things, but is our family loach!
The dude recognized his own goat, and knew that I had left it there, and ran off to play somewhere else, and it was looking after the family property for me!
I was so shocked and delighted that I could have cried: no more having to worry about my father's old fists! The fear in my heart vanished into thin air when I saw that the loach was there. The loach saw me, wagging his head and tail stood up, circled around me twice, both to show affection, but also to me to take credit. I hugged the loach on its doggy head and patted its back in appreciation. Holding the sheep, leading the dog, I sang all the way back home.
In fact, this is not the first time the loach has watched over our family's property. Some time ago we weeded in the corn field, home at noon to eat, a few hoes and shovels forgotten in the ground, back to the ground in the afternoon to continue to work, the loach on the hoe and shovels next to see us come, only to wag their tails, trotting all the way home to eat.
Only, I still have a question, has not been solved until now. How did the loach know I was going to herd sheep? And how did it know that I had bolted the sheep under the apple tree alone? Also, how long has it been watching over the sheep? It didn't actually follow me when I went out to herd the sheep.
I highly doubt the dog understands much of what people say. For example, the mudskipper, I called it "come here", no matter what it is doing, will always obediently run to my front, either squatting on the ground and look at me to see what I have to do, or stand to my side, with the body rubbing my legs, waiting for me to touch the head of the dog. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it.
One time, the loach was lying under the dining table in our house, and no one drove it out. That day there were a lot of people eating, I felt too crowded on the table when I was eating, and there was no place to put my left hand with the steamed bun, so I put my arm on my knee, and my hand and the steamed bun went under the dining table. After the sandwich dishes, drink a mouthful of soup, when I pulled out my hand ready to eat the steamed buns, found that my hand more than half of the steamed buns only a little bit in the tip of the hand, the vast majority of the steamed buns have disappeared into thin air.
What's going on here? I lowered my head to the bottom of the table to see, originally my hands of the steamed buns pestle to the loach's mouth, this goods can not resist the temptation, even a bite of my steamed buns bit more than half! What makes me angry and feel funny is that this guy even accurately avoided my fingers when eating my steamed bun and swallowed the target in one bite, not letting me realize that it was doing something bad. It was really trying hard to get a bite of the bun!
Feeling that my authority as the master was violated, I yelled, "Get out!" The guy ran out far away with his tail between his legs, and didn't come back until we finished eating.
With age, the loach has reached the time to talk about marriage, it is two years old, began to worry about their own marriage every day, no longer like the original dutifully look after the house. No one to worry about its marriage, their own things can only be resolved by themselves. It often ran away. Sometimes it goes out in the morning and comes back in the evening, staying out all day.
At this time of year, my ears are ringing with the magnetic baritone voice of the tight-lipped master who made it big on the Internet in his later years in a non-professional way,
"Spring is here, and it's the time for animals to mate ......"
Yes, the sole purpose of the Loach's daily outing is to compete with other male doggies for mating rights.
Don't look at these dogs in front of their masters is very gentle and tame, in the face of the same kind of competition for the interests of the maintenance of territorial sovereignty, they fight to the ferocious, cruel! I have witnessed several dogs desperately tearing a single male dog, this poor stray has been covered with wounds, half of the ear are bitten off, drops of blood spilled on the ground, stained red, but also painted red rivals face, but still fight to the death, do not retreat! Here and there the dogs barked, resounding through half the street.
Our loach is always full of energy when it comes to fighting, and it is always in the lead. It never forgets its own leadership responsibility, always remembering its sacred duty as a leading big brother, it has to play an exemplary role everywhere, no matter in the battlefield, or in the love field!
One time, the loach and a few usually play well with the dog to form a team, and another group of dogs war team dry on. They were all barking "woof woof" and fighting each other: each dog had a mouthful of hair in their mouths!
I stood to the side of the battlefield, see the other side of the dog more heavy, worried about our family loach to suffer, close to move up a big stone, see the opportunity, look at the other side of a hit the most ferocious dog hard to smash over. I didn't realize that the stone had just been thrown out, the dog had already rushed to the side, just as the loach scurried across, the stone was impartial, just smashed into the loach's dog head!
The mudskipper was obviously a bit surprised, and did not know why the master would help the dog at such a critical juncture. But it quickly understood my intentions. Seeing that his master was also helping, the loach barked furiously, and with a hundred times more spirit, it rampaged through the other side's camp, as if it were in the realm of no dog! The more they fought on their side, the more courageous they became, the other side couldn't support them, and they were finally driven away by the defeat of the loach's team.
The battle stopped, I held the loach's dog's head carefully looked at half a day, there is no trace. It is said that the dog's head is the most tough, really is not bad at all.
The first time I saw this, I was able to get a good look at the dog's head! Mudskippers they do not always have such good luck.
The south of our village is the airport, there is a period of time in the airport to carry out training, do not allow any idle people close to the livestock is no exception. These guys don't know what's in store for them, and they're not aware that they're having fun, and they think that as long as they're happy, they're going to be able to get away with it everywhere in the world.
茫的野野是一阔阔阔的庄稼地，夏季的玉米苗儿还只有一尺高，机场与我们村的玉米地中间只是隔隔一条窄的公路。 The dogs, overwhelmed by joy and love, ran and rushed to the airport.
When the training staff inside the airport saw the dogs coming in, they didn't hesitate to start repelling and killing the intruders. The few dogs that ran slowly were pounced on by several strong men, not knowing if they were dead or alive. The mudskipper had a robust body and sharp reflexes, and saw that the momentum was not right and made a prediction in advance. It turned around in time to run back, relying on the talent comparable to athletes, running fast, but the body was also cut a knife.
The loach limped home and fell to the ground whimpering and whimpering. That cut from the back until the hind legs of the crotch, more than a foot long wound, diagonally across the left side of the body as deep as half an inch, look at people shocked. My father and I were heartbroken. My father sprinkled a large amount of anti-inflammatory powder on the wound and bandaged it up; while cursing: "You bastard! You don't want to go out, but you prefer to go out! This is good, next time to change it!"
The loach surely understands his father's words. When my father gave it medicine and loudly reprimanded it, this thing squinted its eyes, gently wagged its tail, and grunted as if admitting its mistake. Worried that the loach will go out and get into trouble again, during the time it was recuperating from its injuries, my father found a rope and tethered the loach, preventing it from going out.
After about a week, the loach's wound was basically healed, and my father untied the rope and let it move freely. The loach grew up a bit, and probably realized that the pursuit of love is a risky business, so he stayed at home to look after the house and seldom went out alone.
In our countryside, there is a superstition that dogs are animals that can drive away evil spirits. Their eyes and our human eyes are completely different, they can see our human eyes can not see things, their natural loyalty and courage, making the mysterious things to them are also full of fear, as long as it is not extremely special reasons, generally will not be able to see with these dogs can see their own positive conflict. Dogs can ward off evil spirits. This argument, whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway.
In the winter of that year, one night, I went to the military station behind the mountain with my companion to watch TV. At that time, the TV was broadcasting the Japanese drama "Blood Doubt", which was broadcast every day, and I was so drunk that I didn't want to miss a single episode. Every day I thought about how Oshima Sachiko's condition was, what Aira Mitsuo was doing, whether he was with his sister, and why the two men, who loved each other so much, were a pair of siblings! I was already like salty carrots at that age.
After watching Blood Doubt, my companions went back, and I didn't want to follow them back, because my loach followed me, and it didn't matter if I went back a little later. I watched some other TV shows, and when the soldiers were finished moving TVs to the house, I realized that the night was already very late, and my companions had already left, but fortunately there was still a mudskipper lying on my side.
On the way home, I passed through a large dense forest, and on the right side of the path was a wheat field with a few desolate graves scattered around. In those days, this was extremely common. When we were almost at our village, we had to go over a mountain pass. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what I'm talking about, but I'd like to know what I'm talking about.
The time is late winter, all the music is silent, the sky is full of stars, there is no light, a person and a dog through the dark woods, my heart thumped straight. Although the cold day, but the back is full of sweat. I don't dare to look at both sides, always worried that there will be something suddenly from the woods or graves inside pounced out.
After walking for a while, I felt like someone was following me, and there were footsteps. I was so nervous that I felt short of breath, as if I was going to fall down at any moment. I looked at the side of the dog also followed the dog, shouted "mud fish!" The loach seemed to understand what I was thinking, immediately "woof" barked a few times. In the winter night, these barks carried far and wide. It is strange, the dog barking, I just the kind of nervousness immediately disappeared, until back home, no longer feel afraid!
The loach is no longer just our livestock, it is simply my friend and brother!
Two years later in the fall, I ended the experience of elementary school in our nearby village, under the operation of my father, to the town's key school in junior high school. No one in the family to herd sheep, my father sold the sheep, sell the sheep part of the money to stay at home to prepare for the big brother to get married, part of the money to me to pay the tuition fee. The first thing I want to do is to get the money to pay for the school, and then I'm going to have to pay for the school to go back to school.
I usually go home once a week, two weeks at most. Whenever I go home on weekends, the loach seems to know when I will arrive home, and always runs far away from home to the west end of the village to pick me up. It stood under the old willow tree at the west end of the village, with its head held high and its tail straight up, waiting for its owner to return.
The loach has been living in our house for five years, since it was taken from the neighbor's house by my second brother. In these five years, the loach has been in its golden period most of the time, it also has its own children, just do not know where to scatter.
The loach's meals and appetite are still as good as ever, and its fighting ability has not deteriorated a bit. Like a human being, after the vicissitudes of time, it has gradually become mature, and in general, as long as it is not a matter of principle, it is no longer directly involved in fierce fights. "There are fierce dogs in the rivers and mountains, and a generation of new dogs replaces the old ones!" Jianghu storm is changing, more opportunities, should be given to those full of vitality and vigor on the young dog, give the young dog more opportunities to exercise.
However, the dominance of the loach is not devolved to the mating rights every spring: this is a matter of principle! In this regard, our loach is the unquestionably amorous seed, as long as there is a mating opportunity, it must still play its role as an example as before, so that the young dogs sink their teeth into, learn with an open mind, observe and ask for advice, and it is happy to be a mentor to the young dogs who are bloodthirsty but inexperienced.
Joy and pleasure always come at a price, and the Loach's obsession with love ultimately cost it dearly!
After the winter vacation the next year, a new semester began, and there were more classes at school, and often I had to go home only once every two weeks, and met with the loach less often. Once home, did not see the loach in the village to pick me up, feel very surprised. I didn't see it at home either. I asked my mother and realized that the loach was out of order.
Another spring season, the hills and small animals and our village dogs together by the bright spring light and warm spring breeze stirred up stupid. The small Wanghe River in the south of the village is surrounded by willow trees; on the endless and vibrant fields and beside the scattered and pavilion-like sycamore trees, the baritone voice of Master Tight, full of deep emotion and full of magnetism, floats everywhere:
"Spring is coming, and it's the season for animals to mate ..."
"Spring is coming, and it's the season for animals to mate ..."
"Spring is coming, and it's the season for animals to mate. ..."
The dogs of the whole village have long forgotten the painful lessons they had learned in the past, and with abundant hormones drumming up their nerves, they run wildly in the fields as always, fighting and mating; they release their nature in the vastness of the earth and sky, and squander their lives recklessly!
During that time, training at the airport also began. A line of strong men lined up and shouted slogans, their overpowering energy and physical prowess had nowhere to be expelled, and would not let go of any opportunity to show off their virile demeanor and awesome strength! The fate of the dogs was sealed!
Worried that something might happen to the loach if it went outside, my father tethered it to the house during the day to keep it from going out, and closed the gate firmly at night before releasing it. However, the loach's restless heart does not allow it to waste this wonderful springtime.
One night, my father saw the loach being untied after the rope, quietly in the yard turned around a few times, moving a bit of muscle, and then slowly backed up to my house in front of the door, and suddenly a four or five meter run, jumped up to my house, three meters high on the south wall, and then jumped down the street, disappeared in the darkness of the night.
Once the loach runs out at night, it usually takes until the afternoon of the second day to rush home. My father couldn't do anything about it: he couldn't keep it on a leash every day.
These dogs, after all, are not as mindful as human beings. They don't remember what happened in the past. They still think that as long as they are happy, this world is everywhere is their paradise. Finally, one day, they once again forget to break into the forbidden land that they should not break into. A few people who had already had the idea in mind, early on, changed their machetes into shotguns, and they sneaked up on the dogs, and when they were enjoying themselves without any distractions, they suddenly attacked and shot a few of them dead. Unfortunately, our family loach was among them!
The neighbor's older woman saw with her own eyes our loach being shot and rushed home to tell her mother. By the time the mother panicked and ran to see, training people and dogs are gone. Poor my family loach, even a corpse did not fall!
I guess, those people will be aimed at the loach when the gun, must be just when the loach immersed in its own world. It was because of its instincts that it failed to realize that the deadly danger was around it. Otherwise, with the loach's reflexes and agility, even if they had a gun in their hands, they might not necessarily be able to put my loach down! Unfortunately, this is just my wishful thinking: the loach is gone!
Knowing the death of the loach, my chest seems to have been heavily hammered a fist, the indescribable emptiness and despair, the heart of the loss of a long, long time; I also hated those who killed the dog hunter!
Total calculation, the loach in our home a **** life for six years. In these six years, it is 100% loyal to the owner's home, not to mention a live goat forgotten to the outside it will be lying there to watch, even if we work in the field to fall down an inconspicuous agricultural tools, it will also be there to guard. It is not only the guardian of the house, but also do not mind the poor living conditions of the owner's family, what to give what to eat, hard work. We have long regarded it as a special member of the family.
It is said that dogs are humane, really! I think a lot of people, their conscience has let the mudskipper such a dog. The conscience these people once had has been transferred to the dog, and what they themselves do is, many times, really, worse than a dog! :2022-5-19 11:00 (revised)