Sheepdog

This is a police dog that was eliminated, the reason why it was eliminated, was because it was born flirtatious, repeatedly violated the discipline, and the nearby village people's female dog fought hot.

I exchanged him with two fat sheep and named him Ajia, a sheepdog. Ajia is a descendant of wolf dogs, tall, strong, and smart. After I taught him twice, he became a skilled sheepdog. Every morning, without my greeting, he would come to the sheep pen on time, stand on his hind legs, bite the wooden pin on the door of the sheep pen with his mouth, and call the sheep out. On the way up the mountain, he does his duty, running in front of the flock to drive the reluctant head sheep across the river, and then back to the back of the flock to drive the playful sheep back into line. When the sun goes down, he automatically drives the sheep scattered all over the meadow together, forcing them to move towards the cottage with his fierce barking. Back in the sheep pen, he jumps onto a nearby tree stump like a loyal foreman and guards the door of the pen, watching the sheep enter one by one. He seems to have some kind of mathematical ability, knowing that there are seventy-eight sheep in my herd, and if one is missing, he will bark and turn around to look for it. When a predator like a bobcat or a dog tries to attack the sheep, it can never be hidden from its sensitive sense of sight, smell, and hearing, and it always finds the danger in time and pounces on it, killing or driving away the bobcat or dog.

Everyone says that I was blessed in my past life to have a good sheepdog. My own experience is that a good sheepdog like Ajia is worth three ordinary shepherds.

One evening, when the sheep returned to the pen, I wanted to take a lame old sheep named abductor, tomorrow is the Water Festival, slaughter sheep for the New Year, a celebration. But I searched and searched in the flock, but I couldn't even find the shadow of the sheep. I don't usually count the sheep every day as other shepherds do, so I couldn't figure out if the sheep were lost yesterday or today. But one thing is clear to me, the sheepdog Ajia has not barked at me for the past few days that a sheep was lost. Could it be that it is also negligent? Or is his mathematical mind not working? Or is there some other reason? I had no way to find out, so I just kept the matter in my stomach and drew a question mark in my heart.

The next day, I took the sheep up to the mountains to graze, as usual, secretly keeping an eye on Aga's movements. When the sun was about to set, I found that Ajia stood up for a while to look into the distance, and then turned his head to peer at me, obviously showing a kind of want to leave me to do something but worried that I saw the panic attitude. I lay down in the shade, according to custom, it also four legs bent to lie down next to me, but can not quiet, a moment to stand up, and then barely lying down, anxious and restless, stand me restless. I stretched out, pretended to be sleepy, closed my eyes, and snored softly. After a few minutes, it thought I was asleep and trotted away from me. I climbed up a tree and watched closely as he ran into a depression where several sheep were grazing. He picked out a yearling lamb named Bumpy. It was a sheep I was going to slaughter. It had a strange disease from childhood, not walking normally step by step, but jumping like a zombie, with an unflattering image and stunted development, a whole circle smaller than sheep of the same age. I noticed that Ajia showed his teeth and made a bark, but strangely enough, not far apart, I did not hear the dog barking, so I judged that he was lowering his voice in barking, or simply made a false movement of barking without barking, no doubt, he did not want to wake me up. My desire to reveal the secret became more eager, I got out of the tree, got down on the ground, crept forward and crawled behind a bush only 40 or 50 meters away from Aoshi, and saw everything more clearly.

The sheep were driven out of the flock and into a small valley in the middle of nowhere. He did not want to be separated from the flock and did not want to go into the gloomy valley alone. From time to time, he tried to jump back into the flock by turning his head, but A. was watching him closely, and when he dodged, he was pounced and bitten.

An A and the upside-down jump disappeared into the dense bush.

I was determined to uncover the secret of the mysterious disappearance of the sheep, tiptoeing into the valley. The valley was deep, with trees on both sides, and the further down the valley, the narrower the road, and finally there was no road at all, in the rocks and grass.

Suddenly, a wolf came out of the dense grass not far ahead. When Ajia saw this yellow female wolf, not only did she, not bark and bite, but she also wagged her tail vigorously. As soon as she saw the wolf, Bumpy jumped into the cowardly nature of sheep and was so scared that she could not even walk. With four legs bent, she knelt on the ground. The yellow she-wolf jumped nimbly and pounced on Bumpy Jump, biting off the brittle neck of the sheep with one bite, and then let out a baby cry-like howl at A-Jia, as if expressing satisfaction and gratitude for A-Jia's gift. Ajia kept looking behind the yellow she-wolf and barking softly as if he was looking for something. Two of them were black and two were yellow. Unlike ordinary wolf cubs, their muzzles were slightly shorter, round, and fleshy, closer to those of a dog. Ajia licked and kissed each cub's body once, licking it with passion and affection.

I could see everything clearly through the gap in the leaves, and my heart was on fire. I thought Ajia was a faithful sheepdog, but I never thought that he had illegally fornicated with the yellow wolf behind his master's back! He even gave birth to four sons! The wolf is a kind of vicious beast and the shepherd's enemy to the heavens. What's worse, it drove the sheep and the upside-down sheep here to feed the wolf, and betrayed its master by guarding itself. When all the sheep have been eaten, they will probably eat me too. What kind of behavior is this? It is an outright betrayal, heinous eating out! For his crime, he deserved to die. He should be discharged immediately, shot in the head, and turned into a sheepdog and a sizzling dog soup on the table! Unfortunately, I didn't have my hunting rifle with me, so I couldn't kill the traitor dog and the yellow wolf on the spot. Alas, I had to wait until I got home to settle the score with it.

I figured out the reason for the mysterious disappearance of the sheep, and there was no point in staying any longer, so I backed up little by little and tried to withdraw from the valley. Suddenly, my foot accidentally kicked a turtledove's nest hidden in the grass, and a pair of turtledoves that were holding the nest flew up, quarreling and hovering above my head in protest. The yellow she-wolf howled and came running toward me quickly.

The moment the yellow she-wolf howled and ran toward me, I jumped up reflexively and drew my legs to run. I only had a dagger on me, so it was hard to win the fight with the yellow she-wolf. Knowing that I had exposed its secret of fornicating with the yellow she-wolf, Ajia was enraged and would join hands with the yellow she-wolf to deal with me. I was no match for a wolf and a dog, so I had to escape to live.

I had just fled a dozen steps away in a great hurry when I tripped over a vine tangled in the grass and rose in the air, falling forward more than one foot and falling heavily to the ground, and the dagger in my hand fell to nowhere. This fall was so powerful that I struggled for a while before I could barely bow my back and slowly kneel up. At that moment, I felt a heavy object suddenly fall onto my back and crush me to the ground, followed by a stinky wolf's mouth wrapping around my neck and forcing itself into my neck socket. I understood that it was the yellow wolf who had pounced on me again from behind and was riding on me, trying to bite my throat and kill me.

I wanted to resist, but I was so weak that I couldn't avoid the wolf's mouth. A horrible thought appeared in my mind: I would be buried in the belly of the wolf and disappear from this world unnoticed. But at the moment when the wolf's teeth grabbed my throat, something strange happened. I hurriedly turned over and sat up to see that it was Ajia who rushed over and slammed his head against the waist of the wolf, knocking the wolf off my body, which was about to commit murder.

Ajia jumped into my arms, wagged her tail at me, and stuck out her tongue to lick my face, comforting me in a way unique to dogs.

This family is good, and Tianliang is not completely dead yet.

The yellow female wolf rolled on the ground, stood up, and yo-oh - let out a low howl of aggression towards A-Jia, as if to ask A-Jia: I am cleaning up this person, why are you stopping me?

An A still rubbing on my body affectionately.

It seems that Ajia still has me as his master in his heart, it seems that the doggy component of his blood still prevails, and it seems that I, the master, still carry a lot of weight in his heart. If this is the case, then he should cut off his children's love for me and destroy the wolves!

I put Ajia into my arms, put its dog face on my face and rubbed it with affection, and ran my hands along the hair on its back to let it feel the warmth of its master, to mobilize its dog conscience to the greatest extent and inspire it to work for its master to eliminate violence. When it shivered with excitement because of my caress, I patted it on the head and ordered in a stern tone, "Aoshi, go!" He knew what I meant, and I wanted him to charge into battle. Its tail was raised abruptly and its ears were straightened as if they were swords, so it reflexively ejected from my arms and jumped straight at the yellow female wolf. He was a police dog and had profound grappling and fighting skills. In just one round, he pinned the yellow female wolf to the ground on his back and put his dog's mouth into the wolf's neck. "Bite, bite hard! Bite it to death!" I sat on the ground and waved my fist to cheer him on. Its white dog teeth had already caught the throat of the yellow wolf, and if it bit hard enough, it would become a real sheepdog again. At this critical moment, four little wolf cubs came out from the grass behind the yellow she-wolf, quarreling and barking at Ajia, and one little wolf cub with a little white hair on its eyebrow climbed onto Ajia's buttocks and bit Ajia's tail with its tender little mouth, probably protesting against its father's violence against its mother. I saw that the fervor in A-ka's eyes was instantly extinguished, replaced by a confused look, and he stopped biting and slowly spit out the throat of the yellow she-wolf that was already between his teeth. The yellow she-wolf took the opportunity to turn over and climb up.

"Aoshi, go, go!" I shouted furiously.

Ajia twisted his head to look at me and the yellow she-wolf, and suddenly wailed like he had received a stick, pinned up his tail, buried his head into the grass, and let out a low howl like a sob.

I think he is not the kind of good dog that, at the command of his master, will not hesitate to kill his relatives without any weakness in his heart. I think I staying here for one more minute is more of a danger, should leave as soon as possible. I got up and rolled and crawled towards the outside of the valley, but before I got far, the yellow wolf followed me with her tongue in an unsuspecting manner. Seeing this, Ajia immediately ran to my side, guarding me and not letting the yellow wolf approach. When I was almost out of the valley, the she-wolf tried to lunge at me from behind, but Ajia intercepted it without hesitation and flipped it to the ground. Of course, he only tipped the she-wolf over and did not hurt it.

I guessed that the female wolf was probably in a similar mood as I was, and she was very annoyed and disappointed with Ajia's ambiguous attitude of not daring to offend the wolf and not daring to offend the people.

I finally came out of the valley safely, called up the sheep, and went back to the fortress. The yellow she-wolf was still following me from afar, and Ajia was still accompanying me behind me. It was not until I drove the flock back to the cottage and put them into the sheep pen that the yellow she-wolf wailed like a wound and turned around and ran into the woods.

He squatted in front of me with his head hanging, as if he had been wrong and was at my mercy. Because of its disloyalty, I almost lost my life. According to reason, it should be killed to eat dog meat, but after all, it prevented the yellow wolf from pouncing on me and saved my life, so I couldn't bear to do it. But I couldn't keep a dog with wolves around no matter what, and I couldn't let it be a sheepdog anymore. I untied the chain around its neck and let it go.

Half a month later, I went hunting in the mountains and passed by the gloomy valley, where I unexpectedly found Ajia curled up in a clump of thatch, with its head resting on its arm and its two dog eyes wide open, staring blankly at the sky. Oh, it was already dead. I looked at its body and found no signs of injury or bite. Judging from this, after it was expelled from my house by my pardon, it came here to look for the yellow female wolf, but she was already discouraged and took her four cubs away. It is certain that the female wolf, like me, does not want to live with a dog that has no relationship with people anymore. Ajia could neither be a sheepdog nor a wolf and died of depression.