I remember that when I was a child, my family had a puppy. The puppy was all black and could not grow very big. I liked it very much. I hoped from the bottom of my heart that it would grow up to be big and majestic. I thought it was cute and very cool, so I gave it a very cute name ~ Big Pig Butt.
Big Fart came to my house just after he was one month old. There is nothing particular about raising a dog in the countryside. I can feed him any leftovers. Fortunately, Big Fart can eat whatever he wants and is never picky about food. He stares at the door eagerly every day. Whenever a stranger comes near, it will bark non-stop and run away while barking. It is like going to the battlefield. If there is a person who is afraid of dogs outside the door, he will definitely stand at the door and bark majestically. If it is a powerful person, Human, when he saw him bending down to pick up the stone, he was so frightened that he ran home and peeed. But like a dog, he ran home and hid at the door and continued to bark. Big Fart's favorite thing is probably cats. If a cat passes by, it will quickly chase after it. When the cat climbs up the wall, Big Fart, who can't climb the wall, curses and gives up.
Big Fart likes me very much, because I am the best to him. Whether he is eating meat, dumplings or porridge, if he has a bite of me, he must have Big Fart. During school, Big Fart often escorts me to the entrance of the village, waiting until I can no longer be seen. It would reluctantly turn around and go home. When it was almost time for school to end, it would stand silently at the entrance of the village and wait for me. When it saw my figure, it would run over and lie on the ground aggrievedly, insisting that I pet its head. , scratching the dog's body before stopping.
This big fart has been with us for five years. From when I was wearing crotchless pants to when I was about to graduate from elementary school, it has become a member of our family. If it hadn’t been for that accidental eating, it would have been with us all the time. It was given to me that summer. When we arrived at the entrance of the village, it wandered outside as usual and came home in the afternoon. Soon after returning home, it started vomiting. My mother thought it was food poisoning , so she quickly boiled a bowl of mung bean water and poured it into its big butt belly, and then it vomited. After a while, he slowly crawled into the doghouse.
When I got home from school in the evening, I went to the kennel to see it. It had not moved. In the evening, Big Fart suddenly ran out of the kennel. I called it, and it ran to the toilet outside the house without looking back, and fell down immediately. There, he started coughing and convulsing. I wiped my tears and wanted to run over and hug it. My mother stopped me. It could no longer walk. It crawled towards me little by little on all fours and knees, but it no longer had the strength. He crawled to my side and couldn't get up halfway.
Later, I dug a hole outside the courtyard wall and buried the big fart without asking anyone to help me. I just stared at the doghouse in silence for a long time. A few months later, my mother brought another dog that was completely black. As for the puppy that is not very big, my mother said we should call it Big Fart. I shook my head. There was only one Big Fart. I took the puppy upstairs to raise it and fed it on time. It never came downstairs to see me off again. I had several little black dogs when I went to junior high school, and none of them were called Big Farts!
