My puppy

My family has a puppy, a round body, looking far away, like a brown ball, so I simply call it "ball." The ball is long and beautiful, a long hair like a brocade, watery eyes, almost invisible white eyes, small ears suddenly fanned, like two mini version of the small fan. The little claws are like soft mats, soft.

The ball is very cute to sleep. Hey, it’s sleeping on the four feet! The posture, like in Buddhism, snoring and screaming, the white belly was swaying with the breath, and the small claws were still uneasy and stalking, as if they saw something delicious. I couldn't help but laughed, the ball was woken up by me. It looked at me with innocent eyes, as if to say: Little master, what are you laughing at? So sleepy! Then, he rolled over again, curled his body into a ball and went to sleep.

The cuteness of the ball is also reflected in the eating. It, as long as I have something delicious, I will rush to me on the 3,721, and swing it with its small, rolled tail. Sometimes, when I see the bones of the meat, I will see you more than me. Dear. Once, I made a hearty "red meat meal" for the ball. It was staring at the food tray. Before I put it steady, the ball couldn't wait to eat it, like a few days of hungry. I finally couldn't help it. I said to it, "No one is robbing you. Can you not protect it like this?" The ball seemed to understand my words. I shook my head and fanned my ears. Putting a tail on the tail, it seems to be admitting mistakes, like that, very cute. Hey, when did it eat the braised pork?

I love my ball!

Fifth grade: happy just fine