admin 2015年2月25日 13:11
Love our Chinese country dogs.
I wander around the street alone, the wind blows on me, leaves pat on me, as to give me comfort and accompany…
I am a Chinese rural dog. Many people have the perception that a dog with such a country name will as well have an inferior identity. Of course, people pursue fashion, popular trend, and who will like a rural Chinese dog?
My parents were born in the countryside, and they worked for the peasants night and day. Though it was a tough life, the peasants treated them very well and they loved their life as a Chinese rural dog. The peasants would always feed them the beef or pork that were left over, and pet them on the head and share their feelings with them. Though there’s a gap in language, it was good enough to feel that their owners actually cared for them and trusted them. Humans might not know, for a Chinese rural dog, trust is everything that we live for. Our loyalty comes right after.
However, l was not as lucky as my parents. After l turned two years old, the peasants took some of my buddies and me to the city. After that, l have never seen my parents, nor the peasants. This was where my journal all began.
I started to miss home and the warmth of my owner right after l left home. I was then eager to find a new home and host and l would do anything for my new owner. A beautiful and elegant lady appeared, holding an adorable Chihuahua with her hands. I have never seen such a beautiful person so l walked to her and wanted to kiss her feet. What surprised me was that she immediately jumped away and stared at me as she was frightened with her big brown eyes. Am l that scary? I am so temperate and l love human beings so much! Plus, l have absolutely gorgeous fur. Why would she be afraid of me? I went up to her once again, but what welcomed me was not her embrace but a purse that was about to hit me in the eye. I jumped away and ran away with my buddies.
We couldn’t find a new home after a tiring day and we were all starving. We were suddenly attracted by the smell of beef. Oh beef! We ran towards the smell. But what appeared was not a large piece of beef, but a knife that was twinkling in the dark. I wasn’t able to react until l heard the roar of one of my buddies, and the disgusting smell of blood. I look towards him, and l could never forget that horrifying scene. The human being who l used to respect and love was stabbing my buddy! My buddy’s roar got weaker and weaker, until it could not be heard. He lied dead in his own blood, never standing up again. We were all horrified that we lost our breath or the ability to run away. In the village all dogs are human beings’ friends and none will be killed. Then came the roar of my other buddy. I ran towards the human and tried to push him away, but he cut one of my legs fiercely. I roared and closed my eyes, waiting for the fatal pain to come. However, what came wasn’t the fatal pain but a deep roar from the human being. Another dog appeared and bitted one of the legs of the human. We started to run away as fast as possible, to get away from the terrible scene.
I had no idea how long we have ran, or whether my blood was already drained, and l didn’t even know if l’m dead or not. We stopped on the field, lied down and l started to whimper. All of my buddies are killed, by my beloved human being, and l would have died if that dog didn’t save me. I looked at the dog that rescued me, and asked with the horror in my eye, why, why?
“That restaurant was the kind that sells dog meat,” he mumbled, “They wanted to catch your type, because no human want you as a pet. They like foreign dogs that are adorable, not you because you look too fierce and look so much like a wolf. Though you have gorgeous fur they think you’re all as inferior as a country man.”
But who is truly inferior? The country man? Or dogs that are of the Chinese origin? None should be discriminated, just as black, white, and Asian should all be equal. We are the Chinese rural dog, and this means we have their backbone, their hardworking, and their loyalty. People shouldn’t kill us because of our type and determine that we are not lovable. We are different from other kinds of animals. Let me ask you, will pigs lick your face and listen to your stories? Will cattle roar to the enemy and protect you when danger comes? Will ducks lick your palms as you come home after a tiring day and welcome you? Will chicks cry when you leave them? We are forever loyal to human beings, but what do we get?
But l never feel inferior of my identity, because l’m a Chinese dog!
I wander on the street, without clear destination. But l never stopped. Because l’m a Chinese rural dog, l am proud and l’m never giving up. I’ll continue walking, until one day, human beings start to understand us and care for us. I’ll witness the day!