Hello everyone, my name is Sanbai Sui, and I am a Chinese pastoral dog, or native dog for short.
Before being adopted by my father, I had been living in Sanyang Village, eating and sleeping in the open, all alone.
It wasn't until my dad brought me into the city that my world changed dramatically.
I live in a warm home, and I have a beautiful and all-round male mother.
My mother is very capable, cooking, cooking, and repairing appliances. Of course, in addition to this, he is also very "competent" in the literal sense.
What, you say I'm a little yellow dog? In fact, I was not like this at the beginning. I was a naive and simple rural dog.
When I first came to the city, I didn't understand anything, and my dad took me for a walk, and I pooped on the side of the road.
At that time, my dad looked at my papa with a very calm expression, and immediately dialed my mother's phone, as if he had been waiting for me to poop.
My mother agreed to send a plastic bag, but he revealed another piece of information—after he and his ex-boyfriend hung up the phone, my dad lightly kicked my ass, saying that my mother didn't want me anymore.
I'm confused, obviously he doesn't want you, why are you kicking my ass? As a result, things quickly turned around. My mother's ex-boyfriend happened to come out of the community and punched my father.
I believe my mother did not expect such a dramatic thing to happen to him.
Later, my father took me to my mother's house on the grounds that his hand was injured.
As a witness who witnessed the whole incident just now, I know very well that the place where my dad was beaten was his chin.
But he lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing his eight-pack abs, and asked my mother to rub his waist.
At that time, a thought flashed through my mind: I am not a real person, but you are a real dog.
How else can I be my father? Then one day, as my dad was going to bed, he received a picture from his best friend.
Until now, I don't know what that picture is. I only know that after seeing this picture, my dad didn't even change his pajamas. He hurried out with the car keys and flip flops.
It felt like going to catch a rape.
After that, my dad suddenly started to suffer from insomnia.
This is very abnormal because my dad takes sleep very seriously.
Sometimes I have to jump on his bed before he gets up to make breakfast for me.
I think his insomnia should be thinking about my mother, because when he was insomnia, he went to the handicraft room to make rings.
It should be from that time that he made up his mind to chase my mother.
But as for how he chased my mother, I still can't figure it out.
After returning from Sanyang Village, my mother twisted her foot and stayed at my father's house.
One night, the two played a game of chase in the living room, and I jumped into it, only to become a stumbling block for my dad.
My dad went back to his own room, and I don't know what message he sent to my mom. The next day, the two of them became a couple tacitly.
Maybe this is the tacit understanding of adults. What can a little dog like me understand? But from then on, I changed from a little dirt dog to a real little yellow dog.
I always thought that my mother was a decent person, but I never thought that when he and my father "fighted" on the bed, they would be so fierce.
I have witnessed them in every corner of the room, even my site - the balcony.
The balcony has floor-to-ceiling windows, is it really okay for you not to draw the curtains? Well, it's midnight, so it doesn't matter.
But that time made me realize the fact that sleeping is not the most important thing for my dad, but sleeping with my mother is.
Later, because of my dad's work, I returned to Sanyang Village for the third time.
I met a cute little male dog on the side of the road, I sniffed his ass and it smelled like me, but my mother wouldn't let me ride him.
Human beings are so double-standard, how could they treat me like this? I am not happy anymore.
That time in Sanyang Village, I met my grandfather, and my first impression of him was very bad, because I could see that he didn't like me very much.
Half a year later, I followed my parents to my grandpa's house for the New Year. Besides the three of them, my aunt who lived out of town also came and bought me a lot of small clothes.
I heard from my father to my mother that my grandfather divorced very early, and later found two partners to live with, but neither was very suitable, so he lived alone all the time.
This time the family got together to celebrate the New Year, and grandpa also made a lot of concessions.
At first he asked my dad to go home alone for the New Year, but my dad didn't want to leave my mom, so he always disagreed.
It wasn't until New Year's Eve that Grandpa softened his attitude and asked my dad to take my mom back.
Grandpa's house is a big two-story villa. Living alone in it makes the house look very empty.
I knew he didn't like me very much, so when I came to his house, I took a pile of poop in the living room first.
He was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and threatened to throw me out.
But my aunt was very talkative and calmed him down.
That night, as the Spring Festival Gala drew to a close, the atmosphere of the family became harmonious.
Grandpa would talk with my mother about how to expand clients, and what kind of cooperation can be carried out between their offices and studios.
My dad was dissatisfied with my mom chatting with grandpa all the time, so he threw me into his arms and let him watch me.
At this time, I suddenly understood one thing. It seems that I have always been a tool dog.
That's all, I have enough food, drink, clothes and warmth, what else can I ask for? Grandpa was not used to it at first, but slowly he rubbed my dog's head with great interest.
He also held me up in the air and said to me: "Call me Grandpa.
"I'm speechless. Why are the men in the Huo family so naive? After the New Year, my parents returned home, but my grandfather left me behind and licked me whenever he had anything to do.
What's more, he would occasionally take me to the office and let all the employees watch me.
If an employee calls me cute, he will be very happy.
In the past, he would play golf and go fishing on his rest days, but since I came to his house, the place he often goes to on his rest days has become a dog park, allowing me to make friends with those precious dogs.
Many dog owners will think that I am a Shiba Inu. I admit that I do look a lot like a Shiba Inu, but I am a pure native dog.
I really want to say, Grandpa, why do you embarrass me, a little dog? But after thinking about it, his son was abducted by others, so he can only train me wholeheartedly.
Most of the dogs at the dog park are expensive breeds, born with superiority, and I'm afraid they've never been exposed to my type.
They are all refined when they play, and their strength and physical strength can't keep up with me.
I don't like to play with them at all, but if they are willing to let me ride, I can take the time to let them see the majesty of the Greater China Pastoral Dog.
You said I was taught badly by my parents? Compared with them, I am still very simple.