puppy

I have a little dog. Its name is smelly ball. It's a Beijing Ba dog. Its big ears are lined with two bright eyes, always flashing alert light. The small nose hangs on the face like a black gem. The hair on its head always shines. One of its paws is white and the rest is black, which makes it look very special.

When I first came to our house, I was very small and didn't look big. But now, it has grown into a lively, active and lovely dog.

It has a naughty side: it often bites its tail when it has nothing to do, spins around in place and makes bursts of calls, like a bird that wants to be free as long as it breaks free from its cage.

It has a lovely side: as long as there is plenty of sunshine, it comes to the balcony, sits down in front of the sunshine and falls asleep slowly. At this time, when I call it, it will open its sleepy eyes, look at my hazy figure, sit up, walk towards me, go halfway, and plop down to the ground and fall asleep.

It has a greedy side: as long as people have food in their hands, it will bark coquettishly, as if to say to us, "give me one, give me one." We will all give it food in unison and watch it eat with relish. I thought: if only I had teeth like smelly balls!

It likes the new and hates the old: you can't eat the same dish for two meals. After eating this meal, he won't eat until the next one. He looked at me straight, as if to say, "why are you still such an antique?" Try something new! " I always shrugged helplessly, pointed to my mother and whispered to smelly ball, "She has something delicious."

If smelly ball can understand me, he must know that I said he was a cute puppy.