Grandpa's dog

When my grandfather was still alive, we had a dog. I don't know what breed it was, but it was only 20 centimeters tall. At that time, my grandfather was sick and always felt restless staying at home. The family didn't have enough time to accompany him. Elderly people all hope to have someone to chat with. But his hearing was not good, so it was difficult for him to chat with others, let alone whether there was anyone to accompany him.

My cousin bought a puppy to keep my grandfather company. When it was first bought, it was very small, about the size of two human fists placed side by side. Of course, this was the puppy's offspring, and at that time, it was just this big. In short, it was so small that it seemed like it hadn't even been weaned yet. My grandfather liked it very much and even carried it around all the time, worried that it might freeze to death. My grandfather was seriously ill, and no one had expected him to live for several more years. The dog gave my grandfather some comfort. My grandfather fed it well, giving it his own milk powder and nutritional supplements. It's hard to imagine how the puppy could survive after drinking so much milk.

For several years, my grandfather seemed to always hold this dog, even when sleeping. The dog grew up and also liked my grandfather. What kind of dog was this? It had gotten used to being in my grandfather's arms. Most of the time, as soon as it saw my grandfather sit down, it would rush into his arms. It didn't have a doghouse because it didn't need one. Anyway, it was warm staying in my grandfather's arms, so why look for a doghouse? As the dog grew up, my grandfather's illness seemed to improve somewhat, which no one had expected. Many medicines did not help his illness, but things changed because of this little dog. The dog was very happy here. There were no such dogs in this place, only local dogs and German Shepherds. This little dog named DuoDuo was so short that it could only pass under the bellies of other dogs. Perhaps in its eyes, these dogs were all giants. This reminded me of a description in a novel: ants seeing dwarfs, some said they were huge, some said they were incredibly big, and some said they were terrifyingly large. Perhaps in DuoDuo's eyes, it was the same; all the dogs were terrifyingly big, anyway, it was the smallest. However, this did not affect its happy life. My grandfather liked it very much. People who didn't have such a dog also liked it very much. Even the big dogs seemed to like it. Rarity is valuable, right.