Furry Feeding Diary

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Song Yanchu hugged the puppy and sat on the steps for a long time, the puppy couldn't stop sobbing, tears wet Song Yanchu's pajamas.

Song Yanchu was originally a bit of a clean freak, and he didn't want to get along with people so close, but the little homeless man looked so pitiful that he couldn't help feeling sorry for him.

The puppy regained consciousness from crying, and was dazed for half a minute before realizing that it was now curled up in the arms of its new owner, sticking to the chest of the new owner in an awkward and clinging posture, embracing his Waist, the new owner's hand is still patting his back gently, like coaxing a child.

This action makes the puppy a little uneasy.

He wasn't used to it and didn't understand why the new owner treated him so dearly.

He straightened up from Song Yanchu's arms slowly, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Needless to say I'm sorry, I took you home without your consent, I was too inconsiderate."

In the dark night, the puppy couldn't see Song Yanchu's eyes clearly, but felt that it was so gentle, like the water waves under the Huishui Bridge.

"Well, take it step by step." Song Yanchu got up suddenly, went back to the room and took out a recliner, and put it in the open space by the door.

There was originally a small garden table and chairs there, but Song Yanchu felt that it was useless, so he withdrew it, and asked someone to move some flowers and plants for decoration.

He moved the recliner over, went back to the guest room and took out the blanket, and patted the recliner: "Sleep here first, okay?"

The puppy hugged the small bone pillow and stood there awkwardly.

Song Yanchu changed the way, he said: "Can you help me look at these flowers and plants, please? These potted plants of mine are very expensive."

The little dog stepped forward and took a closer look, but he didn't know them all, he only knew the dog's tail grass.

His Dalmatians mate gave it to him a long time ago.

The puppy suddenly had a sense of mission, he straightened his back seriously, and said, "Okay!"

Song Yanchu smiled and pointed to the recliner, "Then you can sleep here."

The puppy sat on it obediently. At first, he was not used to the rickety recliner, so Song Yanchu found two pebbles and stuffed them under the curved beech wood to stop the recliner from shaking.

Song Yanchu helped the puppy cover the blanket, patted his stomach, "Go to sleep."

Half of the dog's face was covered by the blanket, and he looked at Song Yanchu with round eyes. Song Yanchu leaned over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You are so kind to me," said the puppy.

Song Yanchu rubbed his head, "I brought you back, of course I have to be responsible for you."

The little dog was confused, but still tilted his head to rub Song Yanchu's palm, and said sincerely, "Thank you."

Before Song Yanchu left, the puppy said, "I will definitely protect the flowers and plants!"

Song Yanchu couldn't help laughing, "I believe in you."

The little homeless man's eyes are shining, always reminding Song Yanchu of a puppy.

Song Yanchu shook off this strange association, tucked the puppy up under the blanket again, and then went back to the room alone.

Waking up the next morning, he got up to make breakfast, made a bacon sandwich and oat milk, and opened the door for the puppy to come in and eat.

The puppy has woken up and is squatting on the ground studying potted plants.

When Song Yanchu came up, the puppy didn't hear it, until Song Yanchu leaned over and said to him, "Breakfast is ready."

The puppy was startled, and fell to the top of Song Yanchu's slippers.

He raised his head ignorantly, Song Yanchu just lowered his head, and his eyes met, but Song Yanchu moved away first, because the little tramp's eyes were clear and firm, hitting the deepest part of his heart, Song Yanchu didn't dare to look more.

Song Yanchu picked him up, "Come in for breakfast."

The puppy came in obediently, rushed to wash the cups and dishes after breakfast, Song Yanchu changed his clothes, and took him to check his head, cut his hair, and buy new clothes.

The doctor took the puppy's brain function test report and told Song Yanchu: "There is no big problem."

"Is he not mentally handicapped?"

"Not mentally handicapped."

The doctor looked at the puppy who was curiously pawing at the desktop printer, and analyzed: "According to your introduction and my observation, I think there are two reasons why he is in this state now. One is that he has been homeless for a long time and has not been trained Education, unable to communicate normally, unable to integrate into society, so it seems to have mental problems; the second is a kind of self-defense, maybe he has been stimulated before, but no matter what, what you have to do now is to give him care and concern, let him reintegrate into society."

Song Yanchu took a deep look at the little homeless man.

Sensing Song Yanchu's gaze, the puppy withdrew his hand timidly, and shrank beside Song Yanchu.

The desktop printer was running rumblingly, and soon a piece of white paper with printed words came out from the gap.

The puppy looked at Song Yanchu in surprise and motioned him to watch.

"Hey, I like this and I'll buy it for you later." Song Yanchu looked down at the report card.

"That's fine," Song Yanchu took the puppy's hand, "Thank you, Dr. Wang."

After leaving the hospital, Song Yanchu took the puppy to the barber shop he often went to. The director greeted Song Yanchu as soon as he saw him, "Mr. Song, you haven't been here for a long time."

Song Yanchu pushed the puppy to the front, "Help him cut it."

The director was taken aback, looked up and down the strangely dressed boy in front of him, then quickly adjusted his mood, and said with a smile, "Okay!"

"What kind of cut does the handsome guy want?" The director came over with a large white static apron.

The puppy was so frightened that it immediately hid behind Song Yanchu.

Everyone in the store looked over in unison, and the director also looked embarrassed, "Mr. Song, this is you—"

"Brother." Song Yanchu said.

Song Yanchu took the puppy by the hand, comforted him softly, then dragged a chair to sit down with him, the puppy sat down peacefully, and let the director wrap the white cloth around him.Song Yanchu stretched out his hand and gestured: "Cut it short by about three centimeters, and then help him to nurse."

"Understood." The director said.

The puppy stared at Song Yanchu closely all the time, Song Yanchu held his hand, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

All the dry hair roots were cut off, and the outline of the little homeless man's face became clear. Song Yanchu looked at the little homeless man in the mirror, only to realize that this little guy not only has good eyes, but also has good facial features, which can be regarded as delicate .

Just too skinny.

The director tried to talk to the puppy while cutting his hair, and the puppy looked shocked. Song Yanchu gave the director a look, and the director didn't dare to ask any more questions.

After the cut, the director said, "How about curling the ends of your hair a little?"

Song Yanchu refused, "No need, his hair quality needs to be taken care of."

The puppy stuck to the mirror and stroked his hair. Song Yanchu leaned over and asked him, "Do you like it?"

The puppy nodded shyly, "I like it."

"Charge it to my account."

Song Yanchu left the barber shop with a refreshing little homeless man, and then went directly to the shopping mall.

The puppy dazzled in the middle of the dazzling array of shops, Song Yanchu thought for a moment, and took him by the hand to a brand that specializes in sportswear.

The little homeless man is too active, either in the seat of the car or sitting on the ground, there is no point in buying him a beautiful trendy brand, it is not as good as black and dark sportswear that is resistant to dirt and build.

Song Yanchu selected seven or eight pieces according to the size of the little homeless man, and then pushed the little homeless man into the dressing room for him to try on one by one.

The puppy was very excited at the beginning, but when he tried the fourth one, he was already tired. He looked at Song Yanchu eagerly, and shrank to his legs.

Song Yanchu picked him up: "I'll go and eat something after trying it out, and I'll buy you a printer, would you like it?"

The puppy opened his eyes wide in an instant, and rushed into the locker room.

In the end, Song Yanchu bought six sets of sportswear, three pairs of sneakers, and went to the store next door to buy some T-shirts.

The puppy hugged Song Yanchu's arm and never let go, never entering the locker room even if he died.

Song Yanchu reluctantly handed the T-shirt to the clerk, "Okay, don't wear it, just pack it for me."

After it was over, Song Yanchu went to buy some toiletries, and finally brought the puppy to the place he most yearned for - the food court on the top floor of the shopping mall.

The puppy sniffed, and the scent came from all directions. The puppy was so excited that he almost drooled.

Song Yanchu lifted the puppy's chin, "Why are you so greedy? The food I cook doesn't taste good?"

"Delicious." The puppy immediately turned to Song Yanchu, and said seriously to his new owner, "It's the best."

Song Yanchu smiled and said, "The mouth is quite sweet."

He took the puppies on a stroll from house to house, and bought him whatever the puppies wanted to eat.

"This fried pork belly looks good, do you want it?"

The puppy asked while swallowing, "Is it okay?"

Song Yanchu took out his mobile phone to pay: "Come here."

The puppy still had pork belly in its mouth, and Song Yanchu led him to the bursting cheese rice cake again, "Do you want this?"

The puppy tilted his head, not interested in sticky things, Song Yanchu smiled and led him forward.

"Do you want lamb skewers?"

The puppy's eyes lit up when it saw the meat, Song Yanchu said, "Take ten skewers."

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When the puppy was feasting, he realized that Song Yanchu hadn't eaten anything. He hurriedly brought the mutton skewers to Song Yanchu's mouth. Song Yanchu took a bite, waved his hand and said, "I don't like eating outside food very much, you can eat it."

The puppy suddenly didn't dare to eat, thinking that he had done something wrong, he pushed the plate aside, and then lowered his head.

Song Yanchu was stunned, and quickly pushed the plate back, "What's wrong? You won't eat if I don't eat?"

The puppy said, "I'm sorry, it's a lot of money."

Song Yanchu pulled the puppy to sit beside him, "What kind of money is this? Don't feel sorry, I bought it for you willingly."

He brought the mutton skewers to the mouth of the little homeless man, coaxing: "Eat it, the lamb skewers won't taste good when they get cold."

The puppy looked at Song Yanchu, and took it after a long time.

Song Yanchu rubbed his head, "So cute."

The puppy finished eating soon, Song Yanchu took the elevator downstairs with him, and when they reached the door, they heard a child say, "Uncle Security, which floor is KFC?"

The puppy caught the word "security".

"Security..." The puppy looked at the man in the blue shirt and black pants, and asked Song Yanchu, "Is that the security guard?"

Song Yanchu just finished answering the assistant's phone call, and replied, "Yes."

"Can I be a security guard?"

"what?"

"Didn't you say, let me go to the door and be a security guard?"

Song Yanchu smiled and pulled him away: "You like guarding the door so much?"

The puppy looked back frequently, Song Yanchu thought for a moment, put away the smile on his face, and stopped.

It's not impossible to be a security guard, at least you can train him and let him integrate into society as soon as possible.

But first, the little homeless man needs to get an identity certificate. After Song Yanchu returned home, he found a dictionary. He was sitting on the recliner, and the puppy was squatting beside his legs. He pinched the puppy’s face and said, “Here Make up your own name, little one."

The puppy wondered: "Name?"

Song Yanchu typed his name on the phone, "Look, my surname is Song, and Yanchu is my first name. You should also have such a name."

"Can I be like you?"

Song Yanchu smiled and shook his head, "No."

The little dog was a little disappointed, "Then can I... surname Song?"

Song Yanchu was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Yes."

The puppy looked at the densely packed dictionary: "I don't know these."

Song Yanchu asked him: "What do you want?"

The puppy shook his head.

"Do you have any wishes?"

The puppy rested its head on Song Yanchu's lap, "help you watch the house."

Song Yanchu rubbed him, then asked: "Do you have any unhappy memories before?"

The little dog was stunned, lost in confusion and sentimentality. He recalled the events before his death. Looking back at his 12 years of dog life, it seemed that he had no happy memories. Darkness waits for dawn.

The iron chain around his neck had already stuck to his flesh, and when he was dying, he couldn't tell where he was in the most pain.

Everywhere hurts.

The master's door is closed.

He looked miserable.

Song Yanchu got up and squatted down, patted his back, squeezed his hand, and pressed against a certain page of the dictionary.

"Just call me Xiaole, okay?"

The puppy stared blankly.

"Song Xiaole."

Song Yanchu thought: Simple and good.

The puppy smiled and looked at the word "Le" shyly.

Song Yanchu held him in his arms, "We will be happy from now on."

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感谢在2022-07-0100:13:19~2022-07-0213:31:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Vanessa_Chan_little BO1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: Popcorn in San Francisco is 30 catties, and Didi has to work hard for 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of knowing how much spring;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!