Story essay between me and animals, story essay between me and small animals

You can write about caring for actions or small animals at home, and then you can write about the feelings that arise, and then turn to caring for animals, and then go around and there is no more.

"Huanhuan" is a Beijing bar puppy in our family, it has white hair, big eyes, a collapsed nose, a lip line on the mouth, and a beard at a young age. “

Huanhuan "Since I arrived at our house, I want to learn from people, eat what people eat, learn the steps of people, and many times I only rely on my two hind legs to stand upright. If there is any regret in it, I am afraid it is the white hair of this body. Regardless of winter or summer, rain or shine, it wears this fur coat that sheds from time to time brought by its mother's womb.

Since there has been "Huanhuan", the family is not only busy, but also called around. The puppy who just came here is not accustomed to the water and soil, either does not eat, or has diarrhea, sometimes teary eyes, sometimes weak energy, which makes people anxious and happy. So, bathing, feeding, and grooming it every day is the only thing I do in my free time.

There is such a white "follower" behind me, wherever people go, "Huanhuan" goes, and sometimes they take the lead and run faster than people. If you stand still, it will gnaw at your feet with its newly-erupted baby teeth, and if you don't react enough, its teeth will get heavier and heavier. When you get annoyed and kick it away, it will aggrievedly hide to the side, so that you can't come out after a long time.

Dogs grew up in this natural blend of humans and animals, but I had a whimsical idea to educate dogs. So, the bark of "Huanhuan" in the house sounded thousands of times, until as soon as "Huanhuan" was called, the dog ran out; Later, he told him to "sit down", and he took the trouble to use both words and hands, and rewards and punishments came, but the dog was still confused a lot. What's even more annoying is that dogs can't change their habit of peeing in the open.

New places and old places, they all want to leave some traces of their "visit here". In this way, there is often such a scene in the house, where the dog swaggers in the front and the mother carries a mop in the back. But one must not hang a vigilant string all the time, and occasionally a suspicious trace will be left in a corner of the house.

At this time, "Huanhuan" had to be confined to him. It's a pity that whether it's earnest teaching or military conquest, the dog's progress is actually minimal. People and dogs are constantly rubbing and affinity, and gradually adapting to each other.

It adapted to my teachings, and we adapted to its occasional stumble.

Now, whenever I am a little dizzy at my desk, "Huanhuan" often comes uninvited, lies at his feet, shows his hairy belly, and takes the initiative to laugh with me. In the midst of this giggling noise, I seemed to become extra relaxed. That's the unfinished story of me and the puppy!