People who have raised dogs generally know that there is a relatively obscene way of greeting dogs, which is to sniff each other's butts, which is roughly equivalent to a handshake between humans.

As a tall, handsome and wealthy man from the United States, Obama first walked around the little black dog, sniffed the little black dog's butt in a gentlemanly manner, and then...

Then he pounced on me like a zombie coming out of its cage!

He pressed the little black dog's waist with his two strong front paws, stood upright with his hind paws, and then straightened up the red and squeaking thing under his crotch. He was about to perform the husband-wife ceremony!

I don't know whether the little black dog was willing or was frightened by the squad leader's aura. He just trembled in place and had no intention of resisting at all.

At first, the monitor thought the two dogs were just having fun. He was excited to see them playing at such a close distance. But he didn’t expect that they were going to mate! Moreover, there was such a big difference in size, and the man

With an anxious look on her face, the woman was trembling and resigned to her fate. It was like a rape scene!

I grabbed the dog leash and pulled hard, pulling it away from the little black dog's back just a second before Obama could take over. The monitor also hurriedly held the little black dog in his arms and comforted the frightened little one.

Poor, while looking at Obama who was still standing with extremely distrustful eyes, and me dragging him back by the dog leash.

"All good dogs have been taught bad things by you."

Because it failed to achieve its goal, the thing on Obama's crotch was red and purple, shaped like a hammer, and always reminded me of part of the Soviet flag. The squad leader was embarrassed to look here, so he had to turn his face away while speaking.

"They say that a dog's personality is affected by its owner. I think it's absolutely true! This puppy has just been cured of his illness and is so small. How can you bear it..."

The squad leader looked at me hatefully, as if it was not Obama who wanted to fuck the little black dog, but me, a well-dressed human being.

You are too unreasonable! In your eyes, dogs will never make mistakes. If they make mistakes, is it the owner's responsibility? It is indeed a childish idea that only people who have never raised a dog have!

Dogs do a lot of bad things! If not properly trained, they will defecate everywhere. Some puppies will bark wildly in the middle of the night. As for chewing sofa cushions and destroying furniture, these are common problems among many big dogs - dogs are not as bad as you think.

So cute!

And Obama simply wants to mate! Don’t apply human logic to dogs, okay? If you want to mate with a purebred dog like Obama with first-class coat color, you may have to pay money! I

Don't worry about the squad leader, just ask for money, that's fine!

Besides, monitor, since you think I'm like Obama, who takes off her pants when I see a woman, why don't you stay away from me? You are as pure as a lily. You are so close to me, and you are not afraid of being tainted by me.

’s famous festival?

With this thought, I led Obama to the bench in front of the green belt, sat down with my legs crossed, and made an indifferent expression to the monitor.

The squad leader didn't show any weakness. He held the little black dog and sat on the bench on the opposite side, more than 10 meters away from me. We were holding our breath and neither of us looked at the other.

Obama was eating grass at my feet, and I stroked his dog's head out of boredom, thinking about Xiaoqin and the bug, my father's swollen face, and of course the hateful squad leader.

After a while, I saw a figure flickering out of the corner of my eye. A girl with long flowing hair stood up from the bench opposite. Hesitantly, at first she wanted to walk in the direction of Love Pet Hospital, but she stopped and thought.

After a while, he changed direction again, walked towards me, and finally sat down on the bench that I occupied alone without saying a word.

But instead of getting close to me, he sat on the edge of the bench as far away from me as possible, almost falling off.

Still not looking at me, just focusing on the little black dog in my arms.

Near me, a natural pacifier of animals, the little black dog shivered less violently than before. The monitor breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out a snow-white slender finger, letting the little black dog hold it with his two paws and hold it with his nose.

Rub hard.

Are you using me as an acid-base neutralizer? To you, am I worthless except for allowing you to fulfill your long-cherished wish to be intimate with animals? Look at the way you sit on the bench

! Completely disgusted and despised me, with your body facing the outside of the bench, sitting at an angle of 45 degrees. You usually sit upright in school. Where is Yuan Ting Yue Zhi's standard military posture?

Tsk, if you hate me, do I like you? If you sit at a 45-degree angle, wouldn’t I?

So I moved my butt, sat on the edge of the bench, and turned my body to the other side to show that I was clear of boundaries with the squad leader. In order to show that I was not the same person as the squad leader, I crossed my legs like a ruffian.

He stood taller and shook the sneakers on his feet as if he was kicking something invisible.

After the squad leader came over, Obama, who felt threatened, didn't even eat grass. He held a few grass blades in his mouth and looked at the dogs not far away in a daze. At this time, he saw my feet moving and thought I was there.

I was teasing him, so he jumped up to catch my feet like a cat chasing a butterfly. Because the sneakers were very thick, they wouldn't break if he scratched and bit them randomly, so I let him catch and play with them.

The little black dog in the squad leader's arms was not so lively. She saw Obama and I having fun, but she wanted to join in but couldn't say anything, so she had to use the cover of her long hair to secretly look sideways, thinking I hadn't noticed.

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The benches in the square can obviously seat four people side by side, but because the squad leader and I occupied one side in a fit of anger, the remaining two seats in the middle were shrouded in a strange atmosphere. Although there were middle-aged people looking for seats in the square.

Women, but no one chooses our side.

However, a middle-aged fat man holding a Pekingese dog and holding a cigarette came over. As soon as he saw Obama, he was full of praise for the color of his coat.

"This dog is quite expensive, isn't it? Who did you buy it from, young man? How much did it cost?"

In my mind, I was angry with the squad leader, so I replied casually: "It didn't cost any money, it was a gift from my relative."

The squad leader heard it nearby and pinched the corner of her skirt with the thumb and forefinger of her right hand, as if she was jealous why she didn't have any relatives with dogs.

The middle-aged fat man held his chin and looked at it for a while, then asked: "What's the name of this dog?"

"Obama."

I have always thought that this name was very strange. It was probably the first time for the squad leader to hear the name of a dog. She frowned slightly, as if if she were the owner of the dog, she would definitely give it a name that was more elegant and less vulgar.

But after hearing this, the fat middle-aged man suddenly stood in awe of me, and his tone of voice became more solemn:

"Young man, I didn't expect you to be quite patriotic!"

Eh? What does naming a dog Obama have to do with patriotism?

"Of course it does matter! Look, the U.S. imperialists are tyrannical in the world and bombed our embassy. You put the name of their president on a dog and barked at it all day long. How relieved! No!

To tell you the truth, my name is Junichiro Koizumi!"

I glanced at the Pekingese with a grimace, and the Pekingese also looked back at me with a grimace. It seemed that the dog was a little older. It should have been named after Junichiro Koizumi when he was in office, right?

There’s nothing praiseworthy about this kind of patriotic behavior, right? At best, it’s just the spirit of Ah Q! And Amy’s naming of her dog Obama was not meant to be insulting at all. Americans regard dogs as members of the family, and they cannot name people they hate.

Come and name a family member!

I remember my father told me that when he was teaching at the university, an American student named his dog Zhou Enlai, and the Chinese student in the dormitory almost got into a fight with him. In fact, the foreign student respected Zhou Enlai very much.

Ah, his other dog is named Lincoln!

Maybe because they were both heads of state, Obama also became interested in Junichiro Koizumi, so he put his nose behind Junichiro Koizumi and sniffed him. He was disappointed to find that the other guy was a male dog, so he barked savagely,

Koizumi Junichiro was so frightened that he shrank behind his master's legs.

The middle-aged fat man laughed and said: "It seems that the Prime Minister of Japan still can't offend the President of the United States!" After that, he took Jingba and other puppies to play.

After Little Jingba left, Obama ran into some evil spirits and suddenly ran towards the bushes behind the green belt. But as soon as he took two steps, the dog leash that I was holding on to came to an end, and he had no choice but to turn his face and look at me.

He gritted his teeth and looked anxious.

I knew it wanted to go to the toilet, so I got up from the bench and followed it over the guardrail to the foot of an apple tree behind the bushes.

When I got up, the squad leader obviously wanted to say something, but he hesitated. Later, he found out that I was not leaving, but just taking the dog for a convenience, so he returned to his original attitude of being indifferent to me.

But as soon as I walked away, the little black dog in the squad leader's arms became restless again. Not only did he tremble all over, but he also let out a terrifying scream, as if he had been abused, which made many dog ​​lovers in the square panic.

Staring at the monitor with strange eyes.

The squad leader glanced at me in the woods complainingly, and sat on the bench waiting impatiently for me, an expert on animal comfort, to return. I thought that if she had to wait a few more minutes, she would not be able to stand the questioning looks of the people around her.

I sent the little black dog back to the pet hospital.

Obama squatted under the apple tree to defecate. The poop was so black and smelly that it made my brain hurt. I don’t know what he had eaten. Halfway through defecating, he grunted and became constipated.

I saw that it would take a while and the squad leader was waiting impatiently on the bench, so I put the dog's leash on the branch of the tree, leaving Obama to work on his own under the tree, then turned around and walked back to the bench to sit down.

.Anyway, it’s less than 20 steps away, even if it’s separated by a few trees, it’s impossible for Obama not to be able to find him.

"I obviously haven't harmed them, why don't they like me?"

When I sat back on the bench and let the little black dog calm down again, the monitor spoke coldly, as if he was talking to himself, and seemed to be expecting my answer.

I hummed: "I haven't harmed anyone yet! I haven't seen anyone like me anymore!"

The monitor turned his face and looked into my eyes, as if he didn't believe that I hadn't harmed anyone.

"You always like to use violence to solve problems. Of course others will be afraid of you."

I disagreed, "Those who saw me for the first time were also afraid of me. How do you explain this?"

The monitor hesitated for a moment, "But... maybe it's similar to the reason why animals hate me. However, as long as you treat people sincerely, you will always meet friends who treat you sincerely!"

"There won't be such a person, at least not in our class." I asserted, "And I like to be at the top of the class food chain. I can't let everyone like you. It's okay to have everyone afraid of you!"

"Class food chain?" The monitor frowned and looked at me, "What the hell are you talking about?"

Oops, I accidentally said this self-made term, so I have to change the subject quickly.

So I cleared my throat, met the squad leader's questioning gaze with cynical eyes, and at the same time raised the corners of my mouth evilly, and said with a smile: "Don't worry about it, I like everyone to be afraid of me anyway, that feeling is very enjoyable - having said that

, Monitor, are you not too afraid of me sometimes? In your eyes, don’t I think I’m a heinous and heinous person? Why aren’t you afraid of such a wicked person?"
Chapter completed!