The story of me and the fox (4)

In April, the fox's belly is bulging day by day, and it's time to have a baby dog. Its kennel is still under the long table in the living room, and the carton is covered with old sheets. This position is hidden and won't disturb us. I was there most of the time before giving birth.

One day, I worked the night shift and changed clothes in the duty room. Suddenly I got a phone call from my husband, saying that the fox gave birth to a baby dog last night. Three of them died and were thrown away. One is still alive and the other is in labor. He's going to work now, so let me hurry back and have a look. I was in a hurry. I ran all the way, pushed open the door and found it everywhere. In the carton, a black puppy is squeaking and struggling with its eyes closed. It is very long, much like a big mouse. The fox's tail shows half of the puppy, and half is still in the body. Strong discomfort makes it uncomfortable to stand up, walk and lie down. I touched the exposed half, and there was no temperature. That's the puppy's lower body. It's estimated that its head is still in the mother's body. I tried to pull it out, but the fox turned around in pain and opened his mouth to bite my hand, so I had to give up helping it. After a while, the puppy finally landed. He immediately licked it anxiously and eagerly, and sometimes he gently arched his body with his nose so that his whole body could be cleaned up. The maternal brilliance of love is touching. This scene made my heart sour as a mother. I really want to pray that Bodhisattva can wake up the fox's children at this moment. Unfortunately, the reality is so cruel. The puppy is still lying motionless on the floor with its eyes closed. The fox stood beside the puppy, licking its lifeless child eagerly and tirelessly, and occasionally arching its small body with its nose, as if wondering why the child didn't move. I want the fox and the children to stay a little longer, but it's time to throw them away. I put the old sheets and the dead dog in the kennel into plastic bags, threw them away at the door, and took out clean cotton tidbits and spread them in the kennel.

In the evening, a family of three was awakened in their sleep by the restless cries of the dog and the fox. I shouted angrily at the living room under the quilt, stop screaming! What is it called in the middle of the night? Husband is guilty, muttering, maybe there is no water to drink. I'll check it out. The daughter got up carefully and followed her to the living room. She added water, turned off the light and went to sleep, but the barking of two dogs, one big and one small, continued to ring. The barking of the puppy is no longer a coquetry hum, but a screaming sound. The fox fidgeted, helpless and echoed in a low voice. She ran into the bedroom, stood by the bed and watched us bark, then quickly returned to the kennel. Later, she came to the dormitory to see us for help. I was disturbed by the noise. Funny and angry, I said, you go to see the puppy. There must be something wrong with it, whether it is accidentally stepped on by a fox or hungry. Husband and daughter ran to the kennel in the living room again, cooing and running around. The puppy stopped barking for a while and continued to turn off the lights and sleep. My husband proudly accepted the honor, so you don't know what happened. It's navel inflammation, puppy. It's nothing. Can it not hurt? I will stick alcohol on the cotton ball and then wipe it. Sure enough, the next night was quiet.

? In the days to come, the fox took good care of the puppy and never left. He scratched the door with his paws when he wanted to be convenient. We opened the door and let him out. A few minutes later, we heard the crackling sound of his hurried back and let him in. As soon as I entered the door, I rushed nervously to the kennel under the table and got bored with my only son. Once I wanted to take it for a walk, so I put it in a basket and went to the market together. When I got to the market, I just got it off, but it ran home like an arrow, as if it didn't hear me screaming behind me. Being a mother is just right. She is no longer a naughty bachelor.

May Day is coming, and my daughter is going home on holiday. At this time, the puppy has opened its eyes and will crawl everywhere. I named it Heihei. My daughter likes it very much, and it is often like this. She played with it in the dark, and the fox turned uneasily at her feet. She has been staring nervously at the child in her daughter's arms. I'm arguing aside. Don't hug it, it's dirty. Put it in the kennel quickly. Look at the fox in a hurry. Once, she was carried to bed and we were having lunch in the living room. The fox ran to our table, looked at us with the same eyes as that night, and cried for help in a hurry. We followed it to our daughter's bedroom. Oh, my god, the bed was dark, and I crawled and even climbed to the other side of the wall, stuck in the gap between the bed and the wall and couldn't get out, shouting for help. Take out the black one. I warned my daughter not to put the dog on the bed again, or the big dog and the puppy will be thrown out together! But in a few days, Heihei will never have a chance to be carried to bed by her daughter!

One night, I was on the night shift. I just finished my shift when I got a call from my daughter. I lost it! I left my job and running all the way hurried home. It turned out that my daughter was playing with the fox and darkness in the pavilion next to the lawn of the community after dinner. She just bowed her head and played with her mobile phone. I don't know when it will get dark. It's already dark, and so is the puppy. When the grass grows to half height, it can cover the puppy, which has a negative impact on the search. I grabbed the fox and called his black name. I searched around the pavilion for a while, hoping that the fox could smell it, but there was no result. It climbs very slowly and can't leave the pavilion too far unless it is carried away by a passing child. My home is close to the school. Pupils often like foxes when they see them. It's the May Day holiday, and there are many children playing around the pavilion, which is probably the case. My daughter and I walked downstairs with the fox and shouted, hoping that the black man could hear the cry and the fox could hear it. Time goes by little by little, I should go to work, but I still have no idea. The most precious first few hours of searching have passed, and hope is fading.

? After coming home from the night shift, my daughter has gone to school on holiday. I'm not sleepy at all, thinking about how I spent the night in the dark. I may have been scolded by adults, urinating everywhere in the room, leaving mother fox's arms, cold and hungry, chirping all night, clamoring for others to sleep, being kicked, being thrown out of the door, or being thrown downstairs and killed. We watched it grow up with our own eyes and had deep feelings. These small problems can be tolerated. Other adults watched the child suddenly embrace an ugly, troublesome and unsanitary puppy, which made the child indulge in distracted learning. How can they take care of it patiently and meticulously It's only been dark for more than 20 days, and you have to suffer such a big crime. How can you stand being so small? Thought of here, my heart will be broken, tears will flow, I am determined to find it, because if I leave the fox, leave us, it will die, and I will try my best to save its life!