There are always a few things in childhood that remain fresh in one's memory, and one of them is about Xiaohuang.
When I was about six or seven years old, one time when I went back to my grandpa's house, I found a little yellow dog in the house. Because there had never been a pet at home before, I was particularly happy when I saw Xiaohuang.
Grandpa told me that this was a little wild dog picked up in front of the door a few days ago. It stayed at the door all the time. Grandpa simply took it back home to raise. At that time, there were no pet supplies, no dog food, and they wouldn't keep it as a pet. It ate whatever people ate. Grandpa's home is by the sea, so Little Yellow has fish to eat every meal and grows very fast.
The dogs in the village are wild, but Xiaohuang usually stays at home and sometimes goes for a walk in the village by himself... One time, I took him to the river dam to play. Suddenly, he broke free from the rope and ran out, scaring me so much that I chased after him all the way. Finally, he actually caught a rabbit and brought it back.
A year later, when Dad came back from visiting Grandpa, he told me that Xiaohuang was missing. He heard that he had been beaten to death and eaten by the villagers... .. I was very sad at that time. From then on, every time I went to my grandpa's house and saw the aluminum bowl that Xiaohuang used to eat, I felt an indescribable sadness in my heart. Sometimes there are some feelings that we can't explain clearly, but they are deeply engraved in our hearts.
