Little Pouch said with perfect confidence, "Our dog has registration," while Hu Man and Jiang Xiaoyan beside her looked rather awkward.
Li Ye's family had not kept dogs for just a day or two. They had never realized that dog ownership was an issue in the capital. Even if Li Ye's dog had all the proper paperwork, what would the neighbors think of his family banging a little gong—"clang clang clang"—and making it bark—"woof woof woof"—while playing Pavlov's experiments?
So Hu Man said apologetically, "Sorry, Li Ye. We were just talking to Little Pouch about what happened back in Qingshui County, and then..."
"Hey, what are you apologizing for? You misunderstood."
Li Ye cut Hu Man off and said, "Actually, I'm not afraid of what people might say. It's just that my daughter loves to mess around. Big Yellow is already old, and I'm afraid she'll get addicted to tormenting him. Big Yellow probably can't take it."
"What? Big Yellow is old already? How long has it even been?"
Hu Man and Jiang Xiaoyan were both shocked, hurriedly looking at Pavlov.
Big Yellow was Pavlov's original name. Back at the Second Grain Store, he had been a staunchly upright good dog, refusing handouts from the little group of eight.
But Li Ye had fed the little group far too well. After several girls repeatedly tempted him with bones, Big Yellow finally realized the truth that "wagging your tail gets you fed," becoming the beloved pet of the girls.
Thinking back on those old days, they seemed like yesterday. How had he grown old in the blink of an eye?
Jiang Xiaoyan reached out and rubbed Big Yellow's fur. "Big Yellow isn't old yet! My mother said old dogs have very coarse fur, and it sheds too. Big Yellow's fur is