我住的小区有很多人养狗。晚上回家时,常常会遇到一些年轻男女在遛狗,通常是比较名贵造型时尚的狗。大爷大妈也有遛狗的,但他们的狗一般和他们一样外型平和朴素。有一个冬天的晚上,回家前在楼下小超市买东西,门口蹲了一只土黄色的杂种小狗。他眼巴巴看着我,我吹了声口哨,他应声而来,跟着我挑东西、付钱。我问超市老板:“你的狗吗?”他探身看了一眼,说:“不是,流浪狗吧。”为了不辜负这只狗的眼 I live in a lot of people have dogs. Go home at night, often encounter some young men and women walking the dog, usually more expensive fashion modeling dog. Aunt uncle also walk the dog, but their dogs and their appearance generally calm and simple. There was a winter night before going home to buy things in a small supermarket downstairs, squatting a khaki hybrid puppy at the door. His eyes looked at me, I whistled, he came, followed me to pick up things, pay. I asked the supermarket owner: “Your dog?” He leaned over and said: “No, stray dogs. ” In order to live up to the dog’s eye