Hi Benson,
You know; I evaluated your love of animals, not your language knowledge.
Because that is the most important factor, I think.
Anyway, continue to practice the language, and you will be a better writer.
Many successes,
Alex
After the second dogs left, I didnt feed any dogs any more. The reason is not I dislike dogs, but I cannot forget them. They are the only two dogs in my heart.
Many times, When I see some dogs run around their owner, I would recall the days when my Snow and my Lucky played with me.
Snow is the missing one, shes a white common dog. Shes kind, but still lost. After searching her for many days but without any trace nor her information, I prayed she was stolen by a person who loves dogs and she lived well at her new family. I dont like other people tell me, her son is in your family, she would not abandon her owner and her son.
Lucky is Snows son, he was born on a sunny Sunday, with yellow hair. I call him Lucky. But he wasnt lucky at all. I even wonder if I gave him a negative name, maybe he can have a better fate. After his mothers missing, he went out every day and went home until middle night. He did this for about one month. Later he did not go out all day any more, maybe he found we also looked for him, and not wanted us worry about him. Two years later, he has been bad luck.
They have gone for 7 years. But one day, last year, my father rode a motorcycle, I sit on the back seat. When rode to a peaceful road, we saw a white dog stand quietly by the road. My father slowed down just in case to avoid knocking the dog if it went across the road suddenly. I looked at the white young dog, she (I prefer to consider its she) looked at me, too. At the first sight of her, I had the feeling that we know each other, and we should stay together for a long time ago, maybe in the former life. Her eyes are so kind, so mild, so gentle, so peaceful. And the expression, the standing posture, the color of hair, the shape, all the feeling she gave me made me recall my snow. She kept looking at me, as if looking at an old friend but didnt meet for hundred years. And now, she stands there to waiting this friend. Her head move fast but peacefully with the distance between us became nearer and nearer. I did so too. And quickly, the motorcycle passed by, I turn my head and keep looking at her. She stood quietly and kept looking at me, too, until we couldnt see each other anymore. I think our meetion is a kind of fate. It must be the God prepared our reencounter, so God made me went out at that day, and God told her waiting in that quietly road to meet a friend of last incarnation.
