Pet King

It's an ordinary day.

Clear skies.

Several large construction vehicles are working sporadicly. The driver of the roller mill behaves like magic, turning piles of garbage from three-dimensional to two-dimensional, and then the forklift driver shovels the garbage pieces into the pit. Landfill layer by layer, this is their daily work day after day.

Wild dogs everywhere seem to be less afraid of people. They look for garbage and food in a place dozens of meters away from engineering vehicles.

Further afield, the stray dogs on the periphery of the landfill are living a daily life of loving each other and greeting each other with their teeth.

Do you believe it? The cause turned out to be a bag of spare ribs.

This bag of spare ribs may have been forgotten by the owner in a corner of the freezer. It was not discovered until a year or two later that it was frozen into the so-called "zombie meat", which was then regretfully thrown away by the owner and left here. .

When it was thrown away, this bag of ribs was still frozen, and even after being transported here after a long journey, it was just thawed. Stray dogs don't care if they are zombie meat. Compared with other foods with acrid smell, this bag of ribs is already delicious.

At first, a dirt dog belonging to the soil dog group found this bag of ribs. It dug three feet of garbage according to the taste. Finally, it pulled out the bag of ribs, opened the packaging bag, and couldn't wait to eat a cool and no smell. The ribs crumbly cracked even the bones, and then swallowed the meat with bone, and then wanted to eat another.

However, this native dog forgot that the surrounding enemies were waiting around, and the taste of the ribs that opened the packaging bag quickly spread with the wind. For dogs with general sensitive nose, the shark smelled bloody.

As soon as the second rib was eaten into the mouth, before he had time to chew, the native dog heard the bad wind behind him. Driven by instinct, he quickly abandoned the ribs, and a donkey rolled away.

A large black mastiff dog firmly held the bag of ribs with a front paw to declare ownership of the ribs. Copper bell-like eyes stared at the dirt dog coldly, with long hair swaying in the wind and hanging between the teeth. Viscous saliva, with a threatening growl faint in his throat.

A terrifying spirit dog quickly recognized it. This male-like attacker was the leader of the mastiff group.

It's too different from the black giant's body shape, there is no fighting force at all, even if he rushes to try to grab back his food, it is just to die, not to mention a few young brothers behind the giant.

The native dog swallowed, and there was only one way in front of it, which was to clamp its tail into the desert, and it was a dream for him to use the bag of ribs.

Giants also think so. Under normal circumstances, the giant cricket will drive away the enemy and enjoy the delicious, but the taste of this bag of ribs is too tempting, and it can't wait any more, let alone this dirt dog does not threaten it at all, so he calmly puts his head first. Low and start enjoying delicious ribs. The little brothers it brought down squatted and salivated, hoping that the boss could eat the bones after eating the meat.

However, when faced with such humiliation and contempt, the native dog did not run away as expected by the giant cricket, but raised his head and screamed hummingly.

Before the sound fell, I heard a furious roar. Not far away, a strong and fierce mixed-breed dog heard the news. It was the leader of the soil dog group, followed by a group of younger brothers.

The giant puppet can despise this native dog, but when he hears the roar of the old opponent, he has to give up temporarily to enjoy the delicious food, and with a loud roar, he stares at the old opponent who is coming. Its younger brothers knew that another battle was about to begin, and they were fighting one after another.

This mixed-breed dog with a variety of Mastiff genes in its body has some of the characteristics of Rottweiler, so it may be called a Rottweiler. It rushed forward, saw the bag of ribs, and immediately understood the cause and effect.

It showed sharp fangs and encouraged a look to the native dog, meaning: Good job! Our soil dog group, the head can be broken, blood can flow, ribs can not be lost!

The mixed breed Rottweiler and the giant cormorant bite together without coming up, because biting up is a patent belonging to wild dogs, and they are decent dogs, and they must be shot before fighting.

The giant cricket noticed that there were more dogs on the other side, so he continued to scream out loud. One was to deter the other, and the other was to convene his other younger brother.

The mixed breed Rottweiler refused to be outdone, and responded with a roar, and other younger brothers under it also came one after another.

There are more and more dogs gathered here, and in the middle there is a clear dividing line. The two sides bark arrogantly across the dividing line to help their own leaders. The scene is lively.

However, since the **** is on, the battle will always be divided between winning and losing, and the problem of winning or losing cannot be solved by just talking. If this is a human society who speaks loudly and who makes sense ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ is definitely a huge win, but stray dogs do not have this rule.

The giant cormorant and the mixed breed Rottweiler are now quiet, staring at each other's eyes, approaching each other carefully step by step, looking for each other's flaws.

The battle flared.

Although it is unclear what the road is, they all have a certain hunch of each other. This is the intuition that can only be generated by a long-term blood-sucking life-no matter who wins or loses, this may be their last battle.

The confrontation occurred near the sea to the southeast of the landfill, but there was still a short distance from the sea. After all, it was necessary to prevent the landfill from contaminating the seawater.

The over-concentrated mastiff group and native dog group did not know that when they confronted each other, a dog appeared from the sea.

This is a medium-sized dog. The body does not look strong, the hair on the whole body is not long or short, the color is milky white, and the breed is ordinary.

No one saw how it appeared from the sea, anyway, it just appeared from the waves, calmly stepped onto the shore, and a forepaw left footprints on the beach, not deep or shallow, proclaiming It's born.

Finally ... back again.

It sniffed the humid air filled with the smell of the sea, shook its body, and splattered the sea water between its hair.

You can't dry your hair completely by throwing it away. You have to bask in the sun.

It jumped onto a dry reef, watching the white clouds drifting past, enjoying the early summer sunshine comfortably.

However, the barking of dogs that came one after another, seriously disturbed his interest.

"..."

It endured again and again, but the barking of the dog did not seem to stop, but it became more and more noisy.

Unbearably, it turned over and jumped from the reef, staring at the direction of the bark of the dog, and whispered, "Wang Xipi!"