Dog diary

My family has two puppies, a black poodle called Coke, a female dog, and I am my sister. Another black deer dog is called BOBO. It is a male dog. I am a little brother. Who told her not to give birth to my little brother and little sister!

BOBO has only been three months old and is very small. The two-year-old cola is twice as big as its body and older than it.

Coke's eyes are big, the eyelashes are long and the tail is long. Its ears are pulled down and the whole body is furry. It’s summer now, my father cut off its hair, so the cola will be much cooler. But my mother doesn't like the bare look of cola, and always laughs at Coke and says it's ugly. When Coke heard that it was ugly, it would be very unhappy to bow down to the bottom of the sofa.

The eyes of the small BOBO are also large, but the eyelashes are not long. It has no tail, and Dad says that its former owner broke its tail when it was very young. BOBO's hair is very short and short, and Dad said that the hair on it will never grow long. BOBO's ears are pointed, and when you are scared, you will pull it down. However, it is too courageous and rarely scared. It ran around in the sky, jumped up and down, and rarely stopped. I wrote a poem for it: I have a younger brother in my family. I climbed high and climbed down all day, and my courage was naive and naughty. It was really fun.

Coke is a daily meal because it can't gain weight, or it will fall ill. And BOBO three meals a day, because it is too thin and too small, to strengthen nutrition. Their two little guys eat dog food, dog calcium tablets, chicken bones, duck bones, pickled peppers, fruits, rice porridge, purple potato porridge, sweet potato porridge, mung bean porridge, they still eat candy and biscuits, and even eat my Durian! In addition to their own dog food and dog food, they eat what we eat. Coke grew up, not as fast and anxious as eating when he was a child. It now eats something like a little lady, slowly. BOBO is eating very fast, gorging, and rushing to grab Coke as soon as he finishes eating.

One day, I wrestled on the bicycle downstairs and went home to lie on the sofa and cried. Coke lies on me, rubbing my hand, BOBO is in my hand, rubbing my arm. They seem to be saying, "Sister, it doesn't matter, it won't hurt for a while." I think: every time I lie on the sofa, Coke and BOBO will walk around me, sometimes even ass. Sit down to my face and stink! But now it doesn't do this to me, maybe they know that I am not happy, they are really understanding dogs.

I really like Coke and BOBO, I will treat them as my sister and brother. Others often say to me: "I have a sister! Do you have it?" I often answer: "I not only have a sister, but I also have a younger brother!"

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