The story of my Shiba Inu, Kongo (1)
I first saw him in a shop on the street. I put my finger on the edge of the cage. Among a litter of newly born Shiba Inus, he came out and licked my hand. I asked the shop owner where he came from and how old he was. The shop owner tested the microchip and told me the details. I remember the microchip ended with 531.
A week later, I suddenly remembered it when I got off work. I went to the shop again. At that time, I had almost decided to raise a Shiba Inu or a Labrador. I was already waiting for adoption in HKDR. I came to the shop to see the dogs here. It was still the same litter of Shiba Inus babies, all shipped from Taiwan. I put my finger on the edge of the cage, and another puppy stumbled out from a litter of sleeping puppies and licked my hand.
I suddenly had an idea and asked the shop owner to look at the microchip. Yes, it was 531. He remembered me. Just a light touch, and we were connected by blood.
I was probably a child sleeping in a cradle, floating down the river, and Kongo picked me up at that time. I was so happy, the shop owner saw me and said 18,000 yuan, which was almost the sum of the prices of the other puppies. It was obvious that he was asking for a higher price. He knew I would definitely buy it, so he was very kind not to say 180,000 yuan. I was not buying a dog, I was redeeming a relative.
King Kong looked like this at the time, in a cage.
The inspiration for naming King Kong was not from watching American movies. At that time, other candidate names for King Kong included Luohan and Zhong Kui. Later, I thought King Kong sounded good, and it had a strong yang energy and could ward off evil spirits.
When King Kong was sent to our house, many people came to see King Kong. There were almost dozens of people lining up to be King Kong’s adoptive parents. King Kong was two months old at that time, about the size of my two fists, soft and plump, like a specially made toy, really cute.
That night, King Kong suddenly started coughing. When he coughed, he made a very loud and disproportionate sound, as if he was coughing out his heart, liver, spleen and lungs. This was my first dog, and I didn’t know what to do.
A friend said that this dog should be returned, just like buying a refrigerator that can’t cool. Someone said, you have no experience raising dogs, this dog is so small, you can’t cure it, you have to change a healthy one or put it back to the kennel and cure it before coming back. It was very late at that time, and no veterinary hospital was open. I sent my friend away and spread a blanket on the ground and slept next to him. This is a life, how can I give up?
The next day I took him to see a doctor and found out that it was kennel cough, a common disease after puppies are born. I gave him an injection and brought back medicine. Feeding medicine to a puppy is the most difficult thing in the world. With such a small mouth, the medicine has to be stuffed in before the teeth have grown. Fortunately, King Kong worked hard and recovered quickly.
Now thinking back, if I sent him back, or if he didn’t get better, and I gave up on him, what would he face?
King Kong was very small at that time, and could fit into the small gap of my sofa.
When King Kong was a child, almost a year old, he was both an angel and a devil.
The angel side is cute, clingy, and chubby, and people’s hearts will melt when they see him. The devil side is that he likes to poop behind the door and wait for me to come home and open the door. He likes to pee in places where I can’t see him. The room has a urine smell that can’t be cleaned up. Tissues can’t fall to the ground, otherwise they will be crushed immediately. He chews bookcases and other furniture. He eats things he shouldn’t eat, including his own feces. He sheds hair every day all year round and doesn’t want to take a shower. Sometimes he gets excited when he sees me coming home, and then he starts peeing in front of me. I have experienced everything that other people have experienced, except for one thing, King Kong doesn’t bark.
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