Among the many words I wrote, there are flowers and cats, but there are no flowers of my house.
Huahua is a small dog raised at home. It has been raised for six years. It looks ugly, neither disgusting nor likable.
It has been more than four years since my daughter graduated from college. This dog is still a small dog picked up by her daughter when she was in college.
At that time, my daughter was thinking about owning a small pet, going to school in the field, and talking on the phone, and asked me to get her a puppy to raise.
This little dog who has been wandering in the breakfast shop for a few days was taken home by me.
sent a picture to her daughter, telling her that there is one more member in the family.
knows it is a girl, knows it is a little flower dog, and her daughter named it Huahua.
I forgot the naughty appearance of Huahua when he was a child. I just remember that the longer it gets, the uglier it gets. Why is this ugly puppy raised by the neighbors in jokes?
Four years ago, the village in the city was demolished and reconstructed. For a while, the fate of all dogs and cats was greatly rewritten, and there were many stray cats and dogs nearby.
My family’s flower was lost for a few days when I moved here. If it doesn’t come back then, I probably won’t have the worries I have today.
I lost Huahua for a few days, and then I came back again and returned to my new home.
Listening to my husband, Huahua at that time should be nostalgic for its past homeland. It was waiting at the original location, waiting for his master to return.
The spiritual Huahua returned to this new home, and the troubles it caused me were also disturbing one after another.
Every year a litter of puppies, not to mention the fact that it suffers, and the puppies born are nowhere to be distributed. I beg grandpa and grandma, I have to find someone to adopt and find a place for them. This has been the case for several years in a row.
This year's flowers are honest, without these troubles, it's a lot of worry.
When I went out to walk it at noon, I cleaned it up. At that moment, the eyes that I exchanged with it gave me the thought of this article.
My family’s Huahua, I am worried that the place where I live now may not be able to be kept, and the resettlement house will be settled down.Where does it go.
I have thought about this problem a long time ago, and I have greeted my friends on the mountain, but I am worried that my family is as timid as a rat, in a strange place, without family members by its side, how helpless it will be , Thinking of that scene, seeing the look in its eyes, my heart got tangled together...
felt it, and said to himself, I didn’t expect so much melancholy here...
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Poor Huahua, I didn't love you much, I just hope that in the years to come, I will do my best to protect you for a lifetime.
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