Chapter 34 4. Protruding bone

The uncle and nephew transported the body back to the kennel.The uncle took the body away and left the nephew with the puppy. The wild dog was even more obedient than the domestic dog. My nephew fed it and gave it a bath.The dog appeared to be in good health, except that it had an unusually large number of scars, and it didn't even have a tail, which was now bare where it used to be. "Poor." The nephew hugged it in front of the other dogs, but the other dogs quickly showed obvious hostility: they bent down, bared their teeth, and let out a "roar" growl from their mouths.

The wild dog's body tensed instantly, and even its fur stood upside down, but it didn't growl, but just exposed its sharp long teeth. The other dogs were actually backing away, including adults many times the size of the wild dog. The dogs in the kennel eat and sleep. It is rare that there are a few male dogs that have not been neutered. They usually fight and bite each other for fun, but today they behaved unusually honestly.I avoided the wild dogs far away and hid in the corner of the kennel.They are much stronger than wild dogs. The nephew felt strange and put the wild dog on the ground. It walked around the kennel quietly twice without even looking at the other dogs.

"Could it be that you are the reincarnation of the God of Plague?" The nephew carried the wild dog out again, and the dogs in the kennel started to move again, running or fighting, and regained their vitality. "Come help!" Uncle shouted from behind. The nephew ran to the back room, where the stench was reeking. The uncle was wearing a leather apron and was carrying a one-and-a-half-foot thick back knife in his hand.The apron and the knife had already been stained with some sticky dark brown substance. The nephew first felt his stomach tighten, and then he spat it out in one gulp.

He struggled to squeeze out the words: "Are you sure the dogs will eat this?!" "Believe me, dogs can eat worse things. I have seen some local methods of feeding dogs in the countryside. In order to save food, they connected the kennels with the cesspit of the toilet." Uncle made an exaggerated gesture, "Then The dogs fed this way are all fat and big ears, a bit like pigs...Hey, why are you vomiting again. " The nephew shook his hand, and after a long time, he stood up unsteadily.The uncle brought him a bowl of bloody things: "Try feeding this to the dogs first. It was cut from the carcass and mixed with a small amount of feed. Our dogs have never eaten this kind of thing. I am worried that they will not adapt to it." The smell of new food."

Covering his mouth and nose with one hand, the nephew walked out of the back room with a basin in his other hand and came to the kennel.The wild dog followed him quietly, keeping its eyes on the pot. The nephew brought the basin to the kennel, and most of the dogs watched from afar, expressing curiosity about the contents in the basin.They hadn't eaten the carcass, and while it wasn't rotting, it didn't smell any better than normal dog food. The nephew was about to tell his uncle the depressing news, but before he left, he stuck his head into the food bowl. It was the wild dog. It chewed the bloody food, and didn't feel sick at all. On the contrary, it ate it with relish.It's like a good meal.

The other dogs seemed to be attracted by this scene. A big dog became more courageous, moved to the food bowl, and licked the edge of the bowl with its tongue. The wild dogs didn't express any displeasure. There were too many things in the basin, and a few more dogs didn't matter.It just keeps its head down and eats. Another dog approached. And then more dogs. The sound of chewing heartily could be heard in the kennel, but the nephew felt the creeps. He slowly exited the kennel step by step, and then closed the door.It was dark in the kennel.But the dogs don't care, they can still eat freely with the help of low light.

He was afraid that the dogs would also treat him as food. The moment he closed the door, the wild dog turned his head and stared at the door, his eyes glowing green. At night, the uncle finished disposing of the corpse, called his nephew to him, and asked him, "Do you still want to keep that wild dog?" "I'm a little hesitant," said the nephew. "What's the matter, ten hours ago, you were clamoring to raise it." "I really understand now that it's a very peculiar dog, it's different." The nephew told his uncle what happened during the feeding.

The uncle said: "Perhaps what we brought back is really the God of Plague... If you don't plan to raise it now, the people from the dog meat shop will come in two days, and I will send it away." The nephew thought about it seriously and said, "Let me continue raising it." "You should give it a name. It's not appropriate to always call it Dingo Dingo." "Let's call it 'Wutugu'. The name of the leader of the ancient minority, which means brave and good at fighting." "Okay, but I also have a condition. If the dog behaves too wildly, I will have to kill it."