Originally posted on RBKTR Translations.
Author: Yi Zhi Da Yan (一隻大雁).
Translated by: Yujuan.
10.
Oh, he didn"t beat me up.
The dog was in a pretty tragic state. I guess his legs were broken by someone, as thin as bones, and the fur on its body has fallen in disarray, as cool as a world map. But even so, he still pounced over trying to s.n.a.t.c.h the chicken roll I had just bought.
I pulled the plastic bag not budging my hand, he nipped the plastic bag not budging his mouth.
I"d joined the army even before becoming a detective, I wasn"t going to lose in terms of physical strength to anybody. I d.a.m.n sure wasn"t budging that was my dinner, he d.a.m.n sure wasn"t budging this was his only meal in a couple of days.
Honestly speaking, I liked the temperament he had quite a lot.
So I bought two more chicken rolls, successfully fooling him into getting into my car.
When I brought the dog back my boyfriend hadn"t been let off from work yet, so I took a detour to the vet. The veterinarian said this dog had to undergo surgery, and he even had a skin disease, but he was too skinny that the surgery couldn"t be conducted now. They gave me some medicine and let me take him back for two days.
Luckily the veterinarian said we could give him a bath, or I would definitely be administered domestic violence by my boyfriend.
The process of bathing the dog was much more bitter.
Possibly because he had just eaten three chicken rolls, he stubbornly resisted, doing everything he could to fling its very few hairs, so fierce it was as if I wasn"t giving it a bath but trying to s.e.xually a.s.sault him.
I was completely wet by the time I finished giving the dog a bath.
Then I opened the bathroom door to see my sinister-looking boyfriend.
He said my body is so stinky it smells like the bedbugs on my body have all turned into fleas and then after being blistered for a week mixed in with shampoo-scented dog canned food.