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【Abstract】This article uses personification to describe a dog’s life with its family, including how it was brought to the family and the life it spend with them. The article mainly focuses on the dog’s psychological state when its owners are not home in order to reveal the truth that most dogs in cities nowadays are forced to have a sad and unfair “waiting” destiny.
【Key words】the dog; waiting; family
【作者簡介】胡昕雨，广东外语外贸大学。
My name is Doudou, and I’m a Pomeranian dog. By the end of this year, I’ll be nine years old. I have a lovely family with a kind mother, a funny but strict father and a sister who loves me most. Being part of their lives is the luckiest thing that ever happened in my life, and I believe that they feel the same way just as I do.
I was first bought from a pet store by a man who called me “root carving”. I had no idea what this meant and I didn’t know why he called me this. When I got to his apartment, I was very nervous, so I kept barking and barking. I really wanted to drink some water and pee after a few hours’ barking. But where? Finally I decided to pee right beside the sofa. But that was when the relationship between me and the man got intense. He seemed so angry that I heard him calling someone to pick me up. “I don’t like him as well anyway.” I thought to myself.
“Yes? Mr. Mao?” That was the first time I heard my sister’s voice. After their conversation, I just had the feeling that I might be with her for the rest of my life. Although she sounded hesitated at first, she called back and agreed to pick me up at last.
An hour later, the man kept me in a cage and lifted me out. I was very nervous because I had no idea what was happening and what would happen. I started to bark again, as loud as I could to show that I was tough.
A yellow car stopped in the darkness, and my sister and her mother got out. That was the first time I met my sister. She took me from the man’s hands and looked at me in the eye. I stopped barking suddenly and looked back. There were so much kindness and love in her eyes that I suddenly felt safe and warm for the first time since I had had memory. Then, I was on the way to my home.
My sister said that my eyes were dark and round and just like beans. So, at a traffic light, she decided to call me “Doudou”. When we get home, my sister let me sleep in her bedroom and played with me. She liked lifting me up because she thought I was as light as a piece of paper. I loved playing with her and I loved her. I thought I could be with her all the time till the end of my life. At least, that was what I thought. The next day, in the morning, when my sister got up, she ate her breakfast and touched me. Just when I thought she would play with me again, she left the apartment. I was confused and thought I had done something wrong. But neither her mother nor her father seemed to be angry. After a few minutes, the parents locked me up in the cage and went out too. “Why they lock me up? I didn’t do anything wrong!” I barked loud to show I didn’t want to be here. But they didn’t return, let alone letting me out. So, I had no choice but to stay in my cage for the whole day.
Five o’clock in the afternoon, my sister returned home. She let me out and played with me. I was very excited and happy when I was with her, and I hoped that she would never leave me again. I followed her everywhere she went, even waiting beside the toilet! She did her things but she would stroke me and speak to me from time to time, although for the most of the time I couldn’t understand what she said. I felt safe with her because she didn’t seem to leave me again.
But next morning, the same thing happened just as the day before. I was locked in the cage again, alone, for the whole day. When the sun set, she went back, followed by her mother and father. The third day, the same thing happened. And then, the fourth day. I gradually got used to being alone during the day because I knew that my family would be back to me later. And every time when I heard or smell of them even early when they were downstairs I would begin to bark. Although I was alone for the most of the day, I had something to long for.
Years had passed, and my sister went to middle school. She came home later than she had done, mostly around 9 o’clock in the evening and left home earlier in the morning. Her mother and father
【Key words】the dog; waiting; family
【作者簡介】胡昕雨，广东外语外贸大学。
My name is Doudou, and I’m a Pomeranian dog. By the end of this year, I’ll be nine years old. I have a lovely family with a kind mother, a funny but strict father and a sister who loves me most. Being part of their lives is the luckiest thing that ever happened in my life, and I believe that they feel the same way just as I do.
I was first bought from a pet store by a man who called me “root carving”. I had no idea what this meant and I didn’t know why he called me this. When I got to his apartment, I was very nervous, so I kept barking and barking. I really wanted to drink some water and pee after a few hours’ barking. But where? Finally I decided to pee right beside the sofa. But that was when the relationship between me and the man got intense. He seemed so angry that I heard him calling someone to pick me up. “I don’t like him as well anyway.” I thought to myself.
“Yes? Mr. Mao?” That was the first time I heard my sister’s voice. After their conversation, I just had the feeling that I might be with her for the rest of my life. Although she sounded hesitated at first, she called back and agreed to pick me up at last.
An hour later, the man kept me in a cage and lifted me out. I was very nervous because I had no idea what was happening and what would happen. I started to bark again, as loud as I could to show that I was tough.
A yellow car stopped in the darkness, and my sister and her mother got out. That was the first time I met my sister. She took me from the man’s hands and looked at me in the eye. I stopped barking suddenly and looked back. There were so much kindness and love in her eyes that I suddenly felt safe and warm for the first time since I had had memory. Then, I was on the way to my home.
My sister said that my eyes were dark and round and just like beans. So, at a traffic light, she decided to call me “Doudou”. When we get home, my sister let me sleep in her bedroom and played with me. She liked lifting me up because she thought I was as light as a piece of paper. I loved playing with her and I loved her. I thought I could be with her all the time till the end of my life. At least, that was what I thought. The next day, in the morning, when my sister got up, she ate her breakfast and touched me. Just when I thought she would play with me again, she left the apartment. I was confused and thought I had done something wrong. But neither her mother nor her father seemed to be angry. After a few minutes, the parents locked me up in the cage and went out too. “Why they lock me up? I didn’t do anything wrong!” I barked loud to show I didn’t want to be here. But they didn’t return, let alone letting me out. So, I had no choice but to stay in my cage for the whole day.
Five o’clock in the afternoon, my sister returned home. She let me out and played with me. I was very excited and happy when I was with her, and I hoped that she would never leave me again. I followed her everywhere she went, even waiting beside the toilet! She did her things but she would stroke me and speak to me from time to time, although for the most of the time I couldn’t understand what she said. I felt safe with her because she didn’t seem to leave me again.
But next morning, the same thing happened just as the day before. I was locked in the cage again, alone, for the whole day. When the sun set, she went back, followed by her mother and father. The third day, the same thing happened. And then, the fourth day. I gradually got used to being alone during the day because I knew that my family would be back to me later. And every time when I heard or smell of them even early when they were downstairs I would begin to bark. Although I was alone for the most of the day, I had something to long for.
Years had passed, and my sister went to middle school. She came home later than she had done, mostly around 9 o’clock in the evening and left home earlier in the morning. Her mother and father