Dogs that I know

Ahuang was my pet. I had him since I was 4 years old. He was really a lovely friend. I like his yellow fur, so I gave him a very vivid name “Yellow” /“李阿黄” with my family name. I was so little to remember everything I was with him. But I did remember that I cried a lot when my father gave him to my uncle because I had to go to the elementary school when I was 5 years and a half. He was stolen after a year. Rumor said that it is by restaurant. I cried for days.

My cousin had a lot of expensive dogs, special breed. But I never built any close relationships with those pretty faces. There was a white dog, let me call her “Whit”. She got sick because of over fed. So my cousin decided to cut her servings for several days. But as a guest, I got some privilege to feed her since my cousin wanted me happy. She noticed that then she did everything to please me: jump on me, suck my feet and made innocent dog face. I could not resist that, so I just fed her conservatively. After two days, the ban on her serving has been release. She started to ignore me. What a snobbery dog.

My first roommate in USA secretly kept a dog and a cat in our apartment. I never liked cat. But this black one is fine. Sometimes, I would do him a favor to open the door and let him out when I found him lingering the door. But most of the time, we keep far way from each other. Try our best not to touch each other’s life. The dog is named “Lucky”. He is a pure breed. But I never like this breed. And He liked to shit a lot. I knew he is just a baby so he needed a lot of attention. But I tried to not build any close relationship with something that does not belong to me. He knows my aloofness, so he tried not to bother me too after he tried so many times to make friend with me. Sometime, I just close my door and not let him in, and then he will just lie in my roommate’s bed and waited for her. She is his world.

Since I came to Rochester, I met with two dogs. Every Friday, I will walk home to pass a knit store. They have a pretty puppy black and white. I like its cute face. Another one lived in my neighborhood. I know her name is Lucy. She is a small angry dog: chasing everyone passing her house, start barking far away since her saw me. I did not see her much now because of the weather.

After my brother went to college, my brother’s friend gave him a puppy. She is only 3 months old. So tiny and smart. The first time she came to our home, she could not even climb the stairs. My father liked a lot but by a very brutal way. To keep the home clean, my father needed to train her not to shit on the sofa with strap. She got angry when my father beat her, and would go back to her den and disregarded my father. But she got a happy and positive nature. She would forget everything if my father teased her with some food. My father name her “LeLe”, meaning happy in Chinese. She will pretend that she did not hear anything when my father scolded her to be naughty. And her hearing will come very soon when my father told her to eat. She knows what my father says.

I think she is happier now. My father can not keep her in the restroom any more when he went to work. So he gave LeLe away to another cousin of mine. Now she lived in a home with yard with another buddy. She is the boss of that poor dog. It is her that eats first. I hope LeLe forgets my father and the life living in restroom.

I always want to have another dog. Not now but in the future. But my husband scares of dog. Even a small puppy scars him. He will chose another way if he finds a dog on his way. This is primary because that he was bitten by a dog when he was young. He never forgets. I hope we can have one when our future child needs a buddy.