Loach's mother is the bitch in my neighbor's backyard. This is a brave and diligent bitch. Besides mating, she has been giving birth to children all her life. I don't know how many puppies she has, but this puppy that was later adopted by our family is the most gorgeous in her life. Just after the full moon, I was brought home by my second brother. It is white all over, with a few yellow hairs dotted in the middle of the head and other parts of the body, which is very cute.
First, we feed him rice soup, and occasionally we feed him some steamed bread or leftovers. This puppy is lively, eats well, is not picky about food, and grows faster.
After only half a year or so, this little guy grew stronger. Because he is not picky about food, he likes to run back and forth like an athlete, and he has a strong constitution! It is about half a meter high, and its head and tail are more than one meter long. Big and strong, born fierce, this guy has never suffered a loss in the process of biting and fighting with other dogs in our village!
Second brother gave it a funny name, loach!
There are about 100 families in our village, because almost every family has dogs, and some families have two or three dogs. All the dogs in the village add up to over 300. These guys are just like people. With more dogs, they are Jianghu. They also like to form gangs, just like Americans in Russia and Ukraine now.
Our family lives in the west of the village, and the dogs in the east and west of the village are divided into two groups, which are at odds. Grab food, fight for spouses, don't like each other, and quarrel with each other every day. Loach is naturally the leader of the dog team in the west of our village. No other dog in the Jianghu can shake its position. His king's boldness of vision and boldness of vision are innate and unparalleled.
Strangely, once they meet stray dogs outside the village, whether in the east or the west of the village, these dogs immediately put aside their differences, temporarily put aside their grievances, and form a United front to keep consistent with the outside world. These guys are more United than ever. They unite as one, biting and driving away intruders who don't know the depth.
When the loach is over one year old, it is already an adult dog among dogs. He is tall, handsome and powerful. He is a famous hero among dogs! Yellow hairs on the top of the head and other parts of the body are scattered on the white hair, just like wintersweet blooming in the snowy fields in winter, and like several autumn chrysanthemums in the fragrant Xue Hai.
Its tail hair is thick and its limbs run powerfully. When you are young and strong, not only in our village, but also in any nearby village, loaches stand out from the crowd and cannot be ignored! Super high face value, strong physique and lofty Jianghu status. We have a talented, handsome and sexy dog loach in our family, and I don't know how many beautiful dogs we have captured!
The biggest feature and character of a dog is its loyalty to its owner! This is more vividly reflected in our loach. At that time, we had a cat at home. This cat was bought from Nanjing when my father and brother were on a business trip. It was still young when I bought it. The cat seller vowed to tell his father and brother that it was a little female cat! At that time, every mouse came and went, and we always expected it to give birth to a litter of kittens for our family soon. Neighbors urged it several times. Until one evening, the second brother suddenly found that there seemed to be two extra things hanging on the back of an adult cat walking back and forth. The second brother thought he didn't see it clearly, so he took a closer look: suddenly he found two round cat balls!
The eyes of father and eldest brother! One word: absolutely!
This cat has not only lost everyone's love, but its loyalty and attitude to its owner is even worse than that of loach. My second grandma, who is engaged in slaughtering business at home, borrowed my cat for a period of time to catch mice at home to see the goods. As a result, three months later, rats were infested in our house. In broad daylight, rats came out of their holes to feed, and a hole was chewed out of the bedside table at home from time to time. Even the food they ate often became the leftovers of these guys!
It is tolerable and unbearable! My mother asked me to go to my second grandma's house and bring the cat back to suppress the rat. Unexpectedly, less than 100 days apart, the slippery foodies refused to recognize me: not only did they not let me hug, but they also grabbed my hand and wanted to die.
It is unthinkable that such a thing should happen to us loaches. It's really not easy to understand that "a son doesn't think his mother is ugly and a dog doesn't think his family is poor". Unlike other villagers, our family lives by slaughtering and can eat meat and vegetables every day. My father works in a factory in the town. His mother does all the work in the field and his life is very poor. There is little meat in three meals a day at home, mainly vegetables. People can't eat well, let alone chickens, geese, sheep and dogs. Loach eats rough with his master every day, without any second thoughts!
In order to increase the income of the family, just after the Spring Festival that year, my father bought a pregnant female goat in the town market in order to give birth to a lamb and raise it in winter to exchange money. The second brother wants to help my mother, and the younger brother needs someone to watch. Every evening after school, the task of herding sheep naturally falls on me. However, I can't bear to part with it. All I want is to play. I envy my neighbor's children, seeing that they can play wildly in the street after school without working.
I have a good idea. Take the goat to the apple orchard in the west outside the village, choose a bigger apple tree, tie the goat to the tree, and then pull some grass nearby and put it next to the goat, so that it can eat there by itself. After all this work, I rushed to the children's nest like a gust of wind to find my own happiness.
Time flies, and soon the sun is setting and the sky is getting dark. Little friends have heard shouts from far and near home, so they have returned to their homes to find their mothers. Seeing that everyone had basically left, I also hurried home. Entering the gate and running into the yard, I rushed to the main room. Just standing firm, I suddenly felt as if something was missing, and my heart was in a trance.
My mother came out of the kitchen with a bowl in her hand. When she saw me coming back, she asked, "Where's the sheep? Why not bring the sheep back? " I suddenly realized that tonight is not for me to go out to play, but for a task: broken, the sheep are still in the apple orchard! I didn't say a word, and I dare not say anything. I turned and went straight to the apple orchard.
There are about hundreds of apple trees in the garden. Every year in early spring, when the weather is still very cold, the production staff in the brigade shuttle back and forth between the fruit trees with scissors in their hands, cutting off those redundant branches.
At the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the village hygienist carried the medicine roll on his back, dragged the foundation of the medicine roll with his left hand and held the nozzle of the medicine roll high with his right hand, and walked from one fruit tree to another. The fruit trees are full of countless fruits, including green, red, yellow and white. Among the dense leaves, there are apples hanging, which makes people drool.
However, what makes the villagers love and avoid this garden is that there are countless graves, large and small, in addition to fruit trees. Those rectangular cemeteries, large and small, are arranged in the open space of this orchard, and the grass around them grows wildly without interference, green, yellow and yellow, day after day, year after year.
At this time, it is midsummer, the vegetation is lush, the apple trees are flourishing, and the fruit trees stand in the garden like huge ghosts. At this time, I was scared, and step by step, I couldn't feel the beauty of this orchard at all. What makes me hate myself even more is that I am worried that my family will find out my tricks during the day. I deliberately tied the goat deep in the garden far from my home. This place is desolate and gloomy during the day, not to mention at night.
It's not too dark. As I walked forward in the orchard, I secretly looked around with trepidation. These graves, old and new, are scattered among apple trees. When people walk in them, one will pop up next to any tree. It wasn't long before it was all dark. If I wasn't worried about being beaten at home, I would never dare to come to a place like this alone at this time. But now I have no choice but to bite the bullet and go in.
At this time, it has been several hours since I tied the sheep under the tree, and my heart is uneasy. I don't know if the sheep is still here or not, and whether it will be stolen. I'm so anxious and scared that I can't wait to get there and take the goat home. I will never do such a stupid thing again!
When I reached the apple tree where the sheep were tied, I looked far away, but I couldn't see the sheep. I know my goat is blue, and it is normal to see it at night. However, I vaguely found a mass of white things lying there motionless under the tree.
Blood rushed to my forehead! My whole body is numb, my chest is stuffy, and great fear makes me dizzy. My eyes are dark and cold sweat suddenly breaks out on my head and back. I really want to go home! I finally got to the front of the apple tree. My God, I was surprised to find my goat lying on the ground, still ruminating leisurely in his mouth, and the white thing next to it was actually our loach!
This guy knows his goat and I left it there, so he went to play somewhere else. He's looking after my property!
I was so surprised and happy that I almost cried: I don't have to worry about my father's old fist anymore! Seeing the loach there, all my fears disappeared without a trace. When Loach saw me, he shook his head and stood up. He turned around me twice, not only to show his affection, but also to take credit for me. I hugged the dog's head and patted it on the back to express my gratitude. I led the sheep and the dog and sang songs all the way home.
In fact, this is not the first time that loach has taken care of our family's property. Some time ago, when we were weeding in the corn field, we went home for dinner at noon and left some hoes and shovels in the field. When we went back to work in the afternoon, the loach was lying next to the hoe and shovel. Seeing that we were coming, we wagged our tails and trotted home for dinner.
However, I still have a problem that has not been solved until now. How did the loach know that I was herding sheep? How did it know that I tied the sheep to the apple tree alone? Also, how long has it been nursing beside the sheep? When I was out herding sheep, it didn't actually follow me.
I doubt very much that dogs can understand many people. For example, loach, I call it "come here", no matter what it is doing, it always obediently runs to me, or squats on the ground and looks at me to see what I command; Or stand by and lie down beside me, rub my leg with your body and wait for me to touch its dog's head. Say "get out" or "go away" and it will run away at once.
Once, the loach lay under our small dining table, and no one drove it out. There were many people eating that day. I think the table is too crowded when I eat. There is no place to put the steamed bread in my left hand, so I put my arm on my knee and put my hand and steamed bread under the table. After drinking a mouthful of soup, when I pulled out my hand to eat steamed bread, I found that most of the steamed bread in my hand was only a little at my fingertips, and most of it had disappeared out of thin air.
What's going on here? I looked under the table and found that the steamed bread in my hand had reached the loach's mouth. The goods couldn't resist the temptation, and even bit more than half of my steamed bread! What makes me angry and funny is that this guy actually avoided my fingers when eating my steamed bread, and swallowed the target in one gulp, so that I wouldn't notice the bad things it was doing. In order to eat a mouthful of steamed bread, it is really well-intentioned!
I felt that my authority as a host had been violated and shouted, "Get out!" This guy ran away with his tail between his legs and didn't come back until we finished eating.
With the growth of age, loach has reached the stage of talking about marriage. I'm two years old, and I start to worry about my marriage every day, and I'm no longer as filial as before. Its marriage is left unattended, and its own affairs can only be solved by itself. Often used up. Sometimes I go out in the morning, come back at night and stay out all day.
Every year at this time, my ear will ring the magnetic baritone of the pro-grandfather who became popular on the Internet in an unprofessional way in his later years.
"Spring has come, and it's the season for animals to mate ..."
Yes, the only purpose of loach going out every day is to compete with other male dogs for mating rights.
Although these dogs are very docile and docile in front of their owners, they are fighting fiercely and cruelly in the face of competing for interests and safeguarding territorial sovereignty! I once saw several dogs trying to bite a lonely male dog. The poor tramp was covered with injuries and his ears were bitten off. Drops of blood donation spilled on the ground, dyed his whole body red and his opponent's face red, but he still fought to the death and never backed down! One dog after another barked across half the street.
Our loach is always full of momentum and takes the lead in fighting. It always keeps in mind its leadership responsibility and sacred duty as the leading brother, and it should play an exemplary role everywhere, whether on the battlefield or in love!
Once, loach and several dogs who usually play well formed a team and joined another team of dogs. Everyone shouted the slogan of "Wang Wang" desperately: every dog has a hair in its mouth!
I stood by the battlefield, and I saw another dog was very powerful. I'm afraid our loach will suffer. I lifted a big stone nearby, seized the opportunity, and saw another dog, which hit the hardest and smashed it. Unexpectedly, just after the stone was thrown out, the dog had rushed to one side, just like a loach rushing through a thorn. The stone was impartial and hit the dog right on the head!
The loach was obviously surprised. I don't know why the owner helped the foreign dog at such a critical moment. But it soon understood my intention. Seeing that the master was also helping, the loach barked and was full of energy. He rampaged in the other side's camp, like entering a territory without dogs! Their side is getting braver and braver, and the other side can't support it. Finally, he was defeated by the loach team and drove away.
After the fighting stopped, I held the dog's head in my arms and watched it carefully for a long time. There's not a trace. It is said that the dog's head is the toughest, which is really good.
You can't walk by the river without wet shoes! Misgurnus, they are not always so lucky.
To the south of our village is the airport. For a time, there was training in the airport, and no one was allowed to get close, including livestock. These guys, who don't know how small they are, go crazy before they know it. They think that if they want to, the world will be full of their paradise.
The vast fields are endless crops, and the corn seedlings in summer are only one foot high. There is only a narrow road between the airport and the cornfield in our village. The dogs were carried away by happiness and love and ran to the airport.
People who are training at the airport saw the dog breaking in, immediately drove and killed the intruder without hesitation. Several slow dogs were thrown to the ground by several strong men, and they did not know whether to live or die. Misgurnus anguillicaudatus is strong and quick-thinking. When it sees that the momentum is wrong, it predicts in advance. It turned around in time and ran back. With the talent of an athlete, it runs very fast, but it has also been cut.
The loach limped home and fell to the ground, moaning in a low voice. The knife cut all the way from the back to the big hip of the hind leg. The wound was more than a foot long and half an inch deep on the left side of the body. What is shocking is that. My father and I are extremely distressed. Father sprinkled a lot of anti-inflammatory powder on the wound and wrapped it up; While swearing: "Bastard! I won't let you go out, you go out! Great, change it next time! "
Of course loach can understand dad. When his father drugged it and scolded it loudly, the goods narrowed their eyes, wagged their tails gently and whined as if they were admitting their mistakes. Worried that the loach would go out for trouble again, during this period of his recovery, his father found a rope to tie the loach and wouldn't let it go out.
After about a week, the wound of the loach basically healed, and my father untied the rope and let it move freely. This guy has a good memory and may realize that pursuing love is a risky activity. During that time, he stayed at home at ease and rarely went out alone.
In our countryside, there is a superstition that dogs are animal spirits that can exorcise evil spirits. Their eyes are completely different from ours. They can see things that our eyes can't. Their natural loyalty and courage make mysterious things awe them. As long as it is not for extremely special reasons, they generally don't fight against these dogs that can see themselves. This is where the saying that dogs can ward off evil spirits comes from. Believe it or not, I believe this statement anyway.
That winter, one night, my companions and I went to the military station behind the mountain to watch TV. At that time, there was a Japanese drama "Blood Suspicion" on TV. The play plays an episode every day, and I am fascinated by it. I don't want to miss any episode. I think about the situation of Oshima Xing Zi every day, what is my husband doing, is he with his sister, and why they love each other so much, but they are brothers and sisters! At that age, I already liked to eat salted radish, and my troubles were less.
After watching "Blood Suspicion", all the companions went back. I don't want to go back with them. My loach follows me. It doesn't matter if you go back later. After watching other TV programs for a while, I realized that the night was already deep and my companions had gone far. Fortunately, there is a loach lying beside me.
On my way home, I have to go through a large dense forest. On the right side of the path is a wheat field, littered with several desolate graves. At that time, this situation was extremely common. At the end of our village, we have to cross a mountain pass. I don't know the time without a watch. Anyway, it is estimated that it will be after ten o'clock.
It's the end of winter, all is silent, the stars are all over the sky, and there is no light. A man and a dog walked through the dark forest, and my heart was pounding. Although it is cold, my back is full of sweat. I'm afraid to look both ways. I'm always worried that something will suddenly jump out of the Woods or graves.
I just walked for a while, and I felt like someone was following me, and there were footsteps behind me. I am so nervous that I can't breathe, as if I will fall down at any time. I looked at the dog who followed the trend around me and shouted "loach!" " "Loach seems to understand my mind, immediately called to get up. On winter nights, these dog barks spread far and wide. Strangely, as soon as the dog barks, my nervousness disappears immediately, and I'm not afraid at all when I get home!
Loach is not only our domestic animal, but also my friend and brother!
Two years later, in the autumn, I ended my experience in Murakami Primary School near us. Under the operation of my father, I went to a key school in the town to attend junior high school. When no one was herding sheep at home, my father sold the sheep. Part of the money from selling sheep stayed at home to marry my eldest brother and part of it paid my tuition. When you go to middle school, you have to live on campus. The loach can't follow me every day. I can't watch it lead people to fight with dogs anymore.
I usually go home once a week, at most twice a week. Every weekend when I go home, the loach seems to know when I get home, and always runs from home to the west end of the village to pick me up. It stood under the old willow tree at the western end of the village, holding its head high and its tail straight, waiting for its owner to return.
Misgurnus anguillicaudatus has lived in our house for five years since he was taken away from his neighbor by his second brother. In the past five years, loach has been in its prime for most of the time, and has already had its own children, but I just don't know where it is scattered.
The loach's appetite and appetite are still so good, and its combat effectiveness has not deteriorated at all. Like people, after years of vicissitudes of life, gradually mature. Under normal circumstances, as long as it is not a matter of principle, it will no longer directly participate in fierce battles. "There are fierce dogs in Jiangshan, and a new generation of dogs will change into old dogs!" The rivers and lakes are changeable, so puppies full of vitality and vigor should be given more opportunities, and puppies should also be given more exercise opportunities.
However, every spring, the dominance of loach is not decentralized: this is a matter of principle! In this respect, we loach is a passionate seed. As long as there is a chance to mate, it will certainly play its exemplary role as before, so that puppies can calm down, learn with an open mind, see more and ask more questions. He is also willing to be a mentor to those puppies who are warm-blooded but inexperienced.
Happiness and pleasure always come at a price. Loach's persistent love finally made it pay a heavy price!
In the second year, the winter vacation ended and the new semester began, and there were more classes in the school. Many times, I have to go home once every two weeks, and the number of meetings with loach is less. Once I went home, I was surprised that I didn't see loach pick me up at the entrance of the village. I didn't see it when I got home. I didn't know there was something wrong with loach until I asked my mother.
It's another spring season. The small animals all over the mountains and the dogs in our village are all stirred up by the bright spring and warm spring breeze. Wang Xiaohe in the south of the village; In the endless, vibrant fields, beside the patchwork and graceful phoenix trees, there is a baritone full of affection and magnetism everywhere:
"Spring has come, and it's the season for animals to mate ..."
The dogs in the village have long forgotten the painful lessons of the past. A lot of hormones stimulate their nerves. As always, they run, fight and mate wildly in the fields. They release their nature unscrupulously in the vast world, and they also squander their lives unscrupulously!
During that time, training at the airport also began. The brave men lined up and shouted slogans. Their extraordinary energy and physical fitness were nowhere to be sent, and they would not miss any opportunity to show their heroic spirit and great strength! The dog's fate is sealed!
My father was worried that something would happen to the loach when it ran outside, so he tied it at home during the day and wouldn't let it go out. At night, he closed the door tightly before letting it go. However, the restless heart of Misgurnus anguillicaudatus does not allow it to waste this beautiful spring.
One night, my father saw the untied loach with his own eyes, quietly turned around in the yard, exercised his muscles, and then slowly retreated to the door of my room. Suddenly, a four-or five-meter run-up jumped onto the three-meter-high south wall of my house, then jumped off the street and disappeared into the vast night.
Once the loach runs out at night, it usually doesn't go home until the next afternoon. Father can't help it: he can't tie it every day.
After all, these dogs who have healed their scars and forgotten their pain are not as good as people's hearts. They have no memory of past disasters. They still believe, as always, that the world is full of their paradise as long as they want. Finally, one day, they got carried away again and broke into the forbidden area where they shouldn't go. A few people who already had ideas in their hearts changed their machetes into shotguns early. They sneaked up on the dogs, and when the dogs were having fun, they suddenly attacked and shot several of them. Unfortunately, our loach is among them!
My neighbor's aunt saw that my loach was shot and killed, so she quickly went home and told her mother. When my mother ran to see it in a panic, the trained people and dogs were gone. Pity my loach, not even a bone is left!
I guess when those people pointed their guns at the loach, it must be when the loach was immersed in his own world. It is precisely because of its instinct that it doesn't realize that the fatal danger is around. Otherwise, with the reaction and agility of loach, even if they have guns in their hands, they may not be able to put me down! Unfortunately, this is just my wishful thinking: the loach is gone!
Knowing the death of Misgurnus anguillicaudatus, I felt as if I had been punched hard in the chest, and I felt indescribable emptiness and melancholy in my heart, and I was lost for a long time. I hate those guys who kill dogs and hunt dogs, too!
Generally speaking, loach has lived in our family for six years. For six years, it has been 100% loyal to its owner's house. Not to mention a live goat leaving it outside, it will lie there and watch, even if we leave an insignificant farm tool in the ground, it will stay there. It not only takes care of the nursing home, but also does not abandon the poor living conditions of the host family and works hard for everything it has paid. We have long regarded it as a special member of our family.
It is said that dogs understand human nature, really! I think many people's consciences are eaten by dogs like loaches. The conscience that these people used to have has been transferred to dogs, and their own actions are often, really, even worse than a dog! : 2022-5-1911:00 (modified)