My Shiba Inu likes to lie on the railings and think about his life as a dog

My Shiba Inu likes to lie on the railings and think about his life as a dog. Ihave always planned to update this answer when I go to Shanghai to meet Trump.

I have really been looking forward to updating it. Today I finally come to update it

because my Trump passed away.

I would not have looked forward to it if I had known this. I miss him very much. I want to hug him again, as if I were back to the days when I used to walk, drink and watch pole dancing with him.

Ah, I forgot to tell you that he is still a Shiba Inu who loves to think. He likes to lie on the railings and think about his life as a dog.

He will jump down if he is not careful. I am also desperate. Did I not take good care of him? I obviously take him to watch pole dancing every day.

When he first came, he was so ugly .

When I brought him back, he was sick and stayed in the hospital for a long time. I went

to the hospital every day to accompany him.

For the first time in his life, I Baidu how to boil eggs.

Later, he grew up healthy.

After getting into trouble, he was scolded with a stubborn face.

This stupid dog always gets into trouble.

He was not at home for one night and his quilt was peed on and his pillow was pulled into The doghouse was covered with saliva, and he had bitten three lighters, a pack of cigarettes, and a pair of sunglasses. The first 28 pages of the book on the bedside table were turned into crumbs. He threw the newly washed clothes on the ground and stepped on them.

At that time, I was really thinking about how to make dog meat dishes more delicious,

but I still couldn’t bear to

do it. After taking a walk every day, he would pretend to be tired and refused to leave. I could only carry him home.

As a lecherous dog, he likes to watch pole dancing. I am a virgin girl holding a dog every day and mixing with a group of big men to watch the performance with lustful eyes. I don’t want face.

After licking the wine spilled on the ground in the bar, I started to giggle.

My mentally retarded mother

likes to bite people, but he is very measured. He always runs over to bite my hand, but never bites it and doesn’t hurt it. Maybe it’s teeth grinding???

Just like this, in just half a year, he grew from a small one to a giant. Inexplicably, he looks more and more like my male god. I am also very desperate.

He is very naughty

and likes to take my shoes into his nest for collection.

At night, he will climb onto the bed and sleep stubbornly on the pillow. Every day, people and dogs fight 300 rounds.

He would secretly hide toys he didn’t like, and I would never find them.

He would step into the toilet crack after I scolded him, causing trouble for me.

He would break free from the leash, run into the messy alleys to play hide-and-seek with me, and run out again when I was desperate.

He would open the timer feeder by himself, eat all four meals at once, and eat until he had diarrhea.

Because of that stupid dog, I was always approached by all kinds of good-looking Chinese and foreign boys.

Because of that stupid dog, I learned how to boil eggs and take care of dogs.

Because of that stupid dog, I learned to care and miss him.

He left me, away from the alleys of old Beijing, and became a Shanghai Chai.

I miss him very much, really.