Dogs are my favorite animals because they are the cutest in the world. While cats are indifferent. My family does not raise pets. My parents are busing working and taking care of me; I went to school and did homework all day; dogs will make home messy and dirty… My mom had this and that reason why we cannot have a dog.

However, my grandparents had three dogs, two Chinese rural dogs, one dark yellow and one pure black, and one Shar Pei. They didn’t get names. People in my hometown raised dogs to protect their homes in the past, but now it’s not necessary for that.

The yellow dog was always tied in the front yard. Shar Pei was gone later and replaced by the black dog, who was able to move free in the house. Shar Pei was owned by someone my mom knew about, and then temporarily kept in my home. It looked special, ugly but cute. I played a lot with the black dog that I even intended to ride on its back, but obviously it did not allow me to do so and escaped, but then I chased it. Yellow dog ate everything including butter buns. I once threw him three butter buns, and it ate them out in a second.

Finally, all dogs were gone after my grandpa suspiciously got Alzheimer. Grandpa insisted on walking the dogs but he already could not walk well. My dad worried the dogs would make grandpa fall down so he moved all the dogs but I did not know how he did with the dogs.

Poor dogs.