An unforgettable animal essay, an unforgettable first animal raising essay

Puppy Yellow Lion.

Huhe. I have a docile dog whose name is "Yellow Lion" and whose fur is almost all yellow. this one.

When my dog was small, I loved to hit it in the mouth with my hand. When I hit it, it bites my hand, not hard, of course.

It's just a reminder to tell me not to take a heavy hit.

Later, I taught it to put its first two feet on my hands. In the beginning, it won't do. Call it to take the left.

It's just right, and it's really annoying. But I didn't lose heart, I continued to teach it, and it finally learned. Appear.

The excellent performance on its two feet has won the likes of many people and a lot of things to eat. Everybody praises it.

It's an obedient dog.

As time went by, my affection for it grew deeper. When I come home from school, as long as I don't see it, I want it.

Go ask your parents. During the winter vacation that year, it ran to ** without knowing it, and I was very worried because it didn't have two days.

It's back. During those two days, I asked my parents several times a day. Fear that it will be poisoned by someone else, or that it will be poisoned by someone else.

Kill and eat. On the afternoon of the third day, it appeared, but froze by the fish pond, as if it did not know which one.

It's the way home. After staying for a while, he slowly walked away. Fortunately, the neighbor found it and asked Mom to take it.

Hugged back. We found that it had been poisoned, and although it was not dead, it was poisoned to the point of confusion. I.

I thought to myself, "Yellow Lion" is really hard. I sympathize with it!

"Yellow Lion" finally survived the difficulty of being poisoned, and returned to its original lively and cute, I like it so much! I wish.

The Yellow Lion "has lived happily and quietly ever since."

I suggest you write [snail], which is rare now, it records the process of ecological deterioration!

What are you doing with each other?

Life misses you, Wu Jing knocked.

On a crisp autumn day, my mom and I went to the zoo. Here, something happened that I will never forget.

I remember that there were a lot of people in the zoo that day, and we came to the chimpanzee pavilion along the way. There were so many people here that I could barely see what was inside, and I noticed a crack in the crowd and squeezed through it. It turned out that there were four lively little orangutans in the cage, and they were very cute as they climbed up and down nimbly.

These little orangutans are all black, and even their eyes are blackened, and they look like they have been painted with a layer of black paint; Their ears, palms, and soles are all very large, and they look very cute.

At this time, an uncle had a piece of green and red watermelon peel in his hand and wanted to throw it into the cage of the baby chimpanzee, but the cage was too dense for the melon skin to fit in, so he stepped on the railing and stuffed it through the empty space above. The little chimpanzee stared at the watermelon skin with dark eyes, couldn't help but drool, reached out to catch the watermelon skin, and then sat on the swing, holding the melon skin and nibbling it. The other little orangutans also drooled and ran to grab it, and the little orangutan deftly ducked from the swing to the railing.

But when it didn't pay attention, the watermelon peel fell to the ground and got dirty. When the little orangutan saw that the watermelon rind could not be eaten, he cried out like a baby: it was really like crying aggrievedly.

At this time, the door next to it opened, and out came an aunt of the breeder, "What's wrong?" When the little orangutan saw her, as if he had seen his own mother, he jumped down the tree, staggered over, and threw himself into her arms.

The aunt stroked its head with one hand and gently patted its back with the other, as if to say to it, "Don't cry, baby, you have to be strong." The baby gorilla gradually stopped crying, but it still hugged the keeper aunt tightly.

At this time, several other orangutans also ran over, one holding her shoulders and the other two hugging her legs. The aunt gently patted each of the baby orangutans on the head a few times, as if to comfort them. After a while, the little orangutans went to play happily again.

This aunt's attentiveness and love for the baby orangutan is like a mother to a child, which made me understand: not only between people, but between animals, there is also affection between people and animals.

My favorite little animal is a puppy with white fur all over its body, like a ball of marshmallows; The eyes were round, like two precious stones; The ears are semicircular, the nose is black, and the tail is short, which is cute.

I give it the bones it loves to eat, and Min Sakura will gnaw them piece by piece, small pieces by piece. After it gnawed the bones, it would cried a few potatoes in the mouth.

sound, as if to say, "Thank you, little master." "Whenever I went to school, she would always give me a ride until I pretended to be angry and hit her two or three times, and then she ran home.

Not only does it take me to school, but it also likes to run with me, running very fast, and sometimes leaving me behind. Usually, it looks timid, but when it sees a stranger, it keeps a close eye on the stranger's every move with its eyes open, and barks loudly when it is critical, it is really a clever and loyal puppy!

When I come home from school, it's the puppy's happiest time. As long as the puppy is at home, I can always see the puppy waiting for me in front of the door on the way home from school. When it saw me, it would wagging its tail and running towards me, and then it would bounce around in front of me.

Can such a clever puppy not be likable?

I would love to keep this puppy for nothing because it's so cute.

Find an animal to play with for a few days, develop a bond with the animal, and then leave it (kind of cruel).