Single-player mini games, 7k7k two-player mini game collection, chain games, Ultraman mini games, 7k7k Saer number, 7k7k Saer number 2, 7k7k洛克王国, 7k7k弹弹堂, 7k7k功夫派, 7k7k games, 7k7k3234 single-player game network is founded by the founder of the original single-player game download base, providing classic single-player games for Internet users, and offering free single-player game downloads. It updates a single-player game ranking list daily and offers a rich collection of Chinese single-player games. The 2345 Mini Game Collection provides you with various green, safe, and healthy mini games, including chain mini games, two-player mini games, beauty mini games, online mini games, two-player mini games, single-player mini games, adventure mini games, and all kinds of fun online mini games.
To go to the Credit Network (www.17xinyu.com), the most professional game release base, Netcom Release Network, Official Website Release Site, YY: 569562. Some people complain that dogs can't be raised at home, I strongly oppose this view. A friend's family went on a trip and left their Annie with me. To be honest, I don't know what color Annie is; I think there's no word in the dictionary for it. Anyway, if she were any fatter, she would be a typical African hyena. On the vast African savanna, if you suddenly saw Annie, I'd be surprised if you didn't get scared half to death.
Let's not talk about that. Dogs are very simple creatures, and dogs build relationships faster than we humans do. For example, in just two seconds, Annie and Pepper became inseparable. I was happy, and before going to work, I arranged for Annie and Pepper to play in the yard, letting them enjoy themselves and live happily. When the dogs are happy, I am too, and I feel like the day goes by quickly. When I came home from work, I heard no barking in the yard. Something was wrong. I looked and found a piece missing from the gate, and there was a big hole under the gate. Oh no! The dogs ran away!
After just one day out, the friends' two princesses - one fat and one thin - had already called six times. Now that the dogs are gone, how can I explain this to the princesses' family? I immediately rushed out, searching through every neighbor's house. After leaving the neighbors' houses, turning right leads to the state forest park. If the dogs went there, they might never come back in this life.
An emergency democratic family meeting was held. My daughter said to turn left and go to Annie's house. I said that Annie's house is three miles away, separated by elementary school, junior high school, senior high school, shopping malls, Chinese restaurants, and several gas stations. Can they run that far? My wife said wherever we look, it’s worth trying. Two votes against one, I followed the order. As soon as I stopped the car, guess who greeted us? It was Annie, the cousin of the African hyena, and her sister Black Pepper! They licked, bit, and wagged their tails, showing such warmth as if they hadn’t seen each other for twenty years.
That night, feeling good, I decided to reward myself with half a catty of Morgan Captain, while summarizing the event process. I thought it probably went like this: Annie missed home (see who dares say dogs can't be raised at home!), waited for us but we didn’t return, so Black Pepper sympathized with her. Annie dug a hole, and Black Pepper helped chew the door (don't forget, Black Pepper belongs to rats). Thus, Black Pepper sent Annie back to her hometown after being away for only a day.
Some people mutter that raising a dog serves no purpose, and I stomp my feet in strong opposition. As the old saying goes, walking a hundred steps after meals helps you live until ninety-nine. Ever since we got Black Pepper, I walk two hundred fifty steps every day. Calculating roughly, I should live up to two hundred fifty-three. Whether windy or rainy, weekends or holidays, I remain consistent. Before having Pepper, I slept until eleven on weekends. Since getting Pepper, he knocks on the door promptly at six every morning. Besides walking, every time I go fishing, Black Pepper firmly supports me. On nice days, we take the boat and put the fish float in the water. With Pepper guarding, nothing gets lost. Me? I lie down at the front of the boat, open a chilled beer, and let the fish bite or not as it pleases. When the wind is strong and the boat unstable, we camp on the shore. You ask others, how big is the biggest fish they've caught? Regardless of their own size, the respondents often spread their hands wide, indicating that big. You mostly don't believe it, nor should you. That day, we were on the shore, and a big fish, how big was it? I spread my hands wide, that long, ask Pepper if you don't believe me. Anyway, I was pulled into the water, and Black Pepper anxiously paced around on the shore. If it weren't worried about soaking its precious mongrel fur, it would have jumped in to save me.
In the past few years, Black Pepper has done many good deeds without leaving a name. Due to limited space, I'll mention only three examples. Example one: my wife is tall, and I am short. When we go out, if the wife wears high heels, I appear even shorter. We don't match, so I formally negotiated a few times, but it didn't bear fruit. Suddenly one day, the wife discovered her high heels had no heels. She confronted me, and I said if she wants to find them, she should ask Black Pepper. The wife asked Black Pepper, and Black Pepper sat there, drooling and smiling foolishly, humble despite his achievement. Example two: our family bought a new sofa, and no one would recycle the old one unless we paid. So we gave the old sofa as a Christmas present to Black Pepper. After half a year, the old sofa was left with only a few springs, easily packed in garbage bags and thrown away. Thus, over the years, Black Pepper has freely helped us recycle two sets of old sofas. Example three: recently, small moles moved into the yard, either a family or a bachelor, we don't know. Anyway, they kept helping loosen the soil and dig holes. We hired professional mole catchers, but after a week, they couldn't catch any. One day, I found Black Pepper holding a black thing in its mouth, which turned out to be a dead mole. Only now did I understand why there were so many holes in the yard. Thus, Black Pepper saved our family thirty dollars.
Some people mockingly say that however good Black Pepper may be, it cannot hunt. Now, I happily report to you that that was in the past. Currently, Black Pepper has made great progress. There is a National Guard captain in my unit who loves hunting. He has a hunting dog named Pointer. I told the captain, your Pointer is a general, and my Black Pepper is a first-class soldier. You are responsible for shooting, General Pointer determines the direction, and first-class soldier Black Pepper is responsible for charging forward. The captain agreed. At the end of October, we drove for six hours to a cornfield in Iowa. There was a thin layer of snow on the ground, maybe frost. The captain predicted there would be quails here, and I humbly said I love eating quail. The captain said if we hit any quail, they're yours, and I said okay. The two of us, the two dogs, and the two guns were lined up, advancing steadily step by step. Suddenly, there was movement ahead, and the captain quickly shot a gun. However, the general didn't follow the rules, forgetting to point, rushing ahead instead. Black Pepper hesitated for a moment, not unworthy of being a first-class soldier, and then charged forward. What happened next can't really be described, it was completely chaotic. The problem was that there was only one quail and two dogs. General Pointer and first-class soldier Black Pepper fought each other. Both dogs weigh more than seventy pounds, making it hard to predict the winner. The National Guard captain bravely rushed forward, trying to grab either the general or the first-class soldier. Then came a shout of "Ouch!" as the National Guard captain clutched his finger and rolled on the frost-covered cornfield. The rest of the story you can guess: the captain was injured, and one of his fingers was bitten off.
I truly felt sorry and delivered a plate of dumplings to the hospital. The captain consoled me, saying that after eighteen years in the military, he never had the chance to get injured, and thanked my Black Pepper...