Stolen big black dog

In the past, in rural areas, almost every household had a dog. In addition to the love for dogs, the bigger reason was that they could look after homes and homes. Dogs raised in rural areas are basically local dogs. For safety reasons, many families choose small dogs. The barking of dogs accompanied me throughout my childhood and brought me a lot of fun.

As young people go out to work, many fewer people keep dogs. My family actually has a little yellow dog. Every time you come home, it will run up to you with its tail wagging, and its cute appearance is really endearing. However, in my memory, my favorite is still the big black dog when I was a child.

The big black dog was brought over from my uncle’s house. At that time, my uncle's family still lived in the mountains, and there were only a dozen or so households in the whole village. Sometimes I wouldn't see a stranger for a week. People in the village will choose to keep a big dog, not only for peace of mind, but also to scare the thieves who occasionally steal melons from their vegetable fields during busy farming periods. Because the village is small, the dogs they raise there are basically all brought from the same nest. At first glance, they all look similar and are very docile. As long as the owner yells, he will immediately shut his mouth obediently and run to the owner wagging his tail. When I was a child, I would go to my uncle’s house every summer vacation and I was particularly fond of his big dog.

Later, my uncle’s big dog gave birth to another litter of puppies, and I immediately begged my mother to get one back from there. This is a little wolfdog that is all black, with a tuft of white hair on the tip of its tail and ears. After I brought the dog back, I walked around it every day and I liked it very much. Dogs in rural areas do not eat dog food. They basically eat leftovers from home. They eat whatever is available and are not that delicate. Because it was too young and didn't know how to eat yet, I chewed up steamed buns and fed them to it. It didn't feel dirty at the time. I thought this was the highest courtesy to it. Occasionally I would feed it the chicken cakes my parents bought for me. It wasn’t because I was reluctant to feed it other things, but it was because I was really poor at the time and didn’t have much to eat.

The puppy is growing up day by day, and gradually it can run around with me. When I go to school, it will follow me all the way. I always have to give it a lesson before it will go home obediently. As soon as I get out of school, it will stand at the door of my house waiting for me. When it sees me, it will wag its tail and bark non-stop. I am very happy to see it. I will take it to play with my friends on weekends, and they will also bring their own puppies so that the puppies can have a group gathering and make friends.

While playing with the little black dog, I reached the first grade of junior high school and started to get busy with my studies. When we enter adolescence, we suddenly become quiet for some reason, and we don’t play with our friends much in our free time. The little black dog has grown into a big black dog, and it is still very close to me. I seldom tease it anymore. I always have something on my mind, and suddenly I start to worry about many things. The big black dog just watched the house obediently. Occasionally he ran out to have fun, but he came back soon.

That day, we were going to the town to go to the market, and we thought about locking the big black dog at home before going out. I looked for it for a long time, but never found it. Since it often ran out to have fun and came back soon, I ignored it, thinking that when I came back from the market, it would definitely come back. My family and I went to the market to buy things together. Because the journey was quite far, it was already afternoon by the time we got home.

When I got home, I thought the big black dog would come running to greet me, but surprisingly it didn’t. I began to worry, wondering if it had been in an accident, been hit by a car, or had gone to someone's house to play. It was hit by a car once before, but it wasn't serious. When I was a kid, I cried about it. I was worried that the same thing would happen to it again. My mother also searched for it several times in the village, and asked people if they had seen a black dog. Many people went to the market that day, but not many people were left in the village, so no one saw him.

At night, the big black dog still didn’t come home, nor did he come back the next day. A few days later, my mother heard from a person in the same village that she seemed to have seen a big black dog on our street. Because it was far away, he was not sure. It seemed that the dog collector gave a big black dog something to eat, and then the dog fell down and was dragged away. At that time, he thought someone was selling the dog. I was very sad to hear that. Those who cursed the dog thief had such a dark heart.

After that, I refused to keep a dog at home. My mother was also sad about that incident for a long time, and later tried to ask me if I wanted to get another one. I'm afraid that the dog thief will come again, and I don't want to harm another life.

In the countryside at that time, people collecting chickens and dogs would come almost every day. Some were doing business, while others used this as a cover to do things like stealing chickens and dogs. I couldn't tell clearly who were the good guys and who were the bad guys, but when I heard the sound of the trumpet saying "Collect the chickens and collect the dogs...", I felt sick for no reason. I hated those who stole the dogs.

The days passed like this, I went to high school, then college, and now I have been working for several years. Since she was the only one in the house, my mother got another little yellow dog to keep her safe at night, and tied it to the yard for fear that it would be stolen again. In fact, this is completely unnecessary. The village has not seen anyone collecting dogs for a long time. Young people have gone out to work and have no time to raise dogs. The people who collect dogs have no business, so they naturally stop coming.

From time to time I think of the big black dog at home and the time it spent with me. I feel guilty because my junior high school self only indulged in messy things and did not spend the last period of time with it.

I heard that stolen dogs will be sent to the restaurant table. I hope my big black dog escapes from the cage and meets a better owner.