Children at this age are the age of dislike of dogs, puppies at this time are disgusted by adults, both belong to each other to hurt each other, my parents’ dogs gave birth to a litter of nine puppies one year, my husband went back to the door and a litter of puppies wagged their tails and chased after him both trouser legs, where to go.

The puppy and the bear kid collided. That scene was really hilarious.

Nine puppies, fluffy, like clumps of tiny pompoms. They ran after people, and they were very excited. My husband was unlucky that day and his pants were torn. Both trouser legs have become strips of rags. He looked helpless and could only smile bitterly. Those puppies didn’t realize they were in trouble. They continue to chase and frolic like a bunch of little madmen.

When I think of my childhood, it’s pretty much the same. Running around, energetic as a little motor. Adults are always choked by me. Now that I think about it, I’m sorry.

Raising a dog is like raising a child. It takes patience and energy. The destructive power of a puppy is no less than that of a bear child. They bite things, run around, and leave “masterpieces” everywhere. And the bear child is even more energetic, and he can’t be idle for a moment. The combination of the two, the picture is too beautiful for me to look at.

The nine puppies are now grown. They’re no longer those little fluffy things. They’re poised and less crazy. But occasionally, they still show their boyish side. Just like people, when they grow up, they will still retain their innocence. It’s just that the destructive power is much less. My husband’s pants are finally safe and sound. At least, for the time being. After all, the growth of a dog, like the growth of a child, is full of accidents.