On an ordinary morning, the dog market was bustling as usual, sunlight streaming onto the colorful dogs, creating a peculiar scene. However, beneath this joyful facade lay many heartbreaking stories. Today, at a dog market in the city center, a netizen witnessed a heartbreaking transaction.
A black guard dog at the dog market is about to be sold onto a dog meat truck.
A middle-aged man appeared somewhat anxious, holding a leash for a plump, white dog. The dog was well-fed and glossy, seemingly living a comfortable life. However, it was fidgeting restlessly, appearing somewhat bewildered. Passersby were curious as to why the dog was being sold.
"I really can't take it anymore. This dog is too naughty. It keeps jumping on people and has eaten a lot of my sheep. I can't stand it anymore," the dog owner said helplessly, his tone filled with reluctance and despair.
"You're planning to sell it?" a passerby asked.
The guard dog was restrained on a scale.
"Yes, I've made up my mind. 450 yuan. Whoever wants it can take it now." The dog owner looked distressed; it seemed the dog had become a burden to him.
Just then, a burly dog dealer walked over, a disdainful smile on his lips. "450? This dog is only worth 300, too expensive."
“This isn’t an ordinary dog; it’s a guard dog, and it’s well-fed. It’s worth the price,” the dog owner retorted.
The dog seemed particularly frightened.
“Listen, raising a dog like this to pounce on people won’t do you any good. Do you think anyone would want a dog like this these days?” The dog dealer shrugged, his tone laced with sarcasm. “How about I offer 350 and sell it quickly?”
"I don't want to lose money." The dog owner seemed increasingly anxious. "This dog has been with me for three years, and I hope it can find a good place."
"A good place? How do you know someone will treat it well?" the dog dealer continued sarcastically. "Just sell it; nobody cares about this dog's life anyway."
The guard dog was weighed.
"I...I just want it to have a better life." The dog owner's voice trembled slightly, as if these words had pierced his heart.
Finally, after some arguing, the dog owner reluctantly gave in and accepted the dog dealer's offer. After the transaction, the dealer dragged the dog towards a waiting dog meat truck, seemingly without any restraint. Bystanders whispered amongst themselves, their faces showing unease.
"How could you do this? You actually sold the dog to eat as meat!" a young passerby shouted angrily.
The dog dealer grabbed the guard dog.
"This dog deserves it; I can understand how the owner feels." Another passerby said helplessly, "There's really no other way to make a living."
The dog trafficker just smiled faintly, seemingly unconcerned about what others thought. The atmosphere grew even heavier the moment the dog was pushed into the car. It had once been the family's guard dog, mischievous yet bringing joy to the family; now, only innocence and despair remained.
The dog trafficker stuffed the guard dog into a dog meat cage.
"This dog has lived a life of luxury, and now it's going to end up on the dinner table. It's heartbreaking," a passerby murmured, a look of sadness in his eyes.
As the truck carrying the dog meat slowly drove away, the dog owner was overwhelmed with regret and sorrow. He had hoped to find a warm home for his dog, but he never imagined it would end like this. So many times he had played with his dog, so many warm moments of companionship, all of which now seemed so distant in an instant.
Several dogs were crammed together in a dog meat cage.
Such tragedies are commonplace in the dog market. Some are forced to abandon their beloved dogs due to the pressures of life, while others callously treat life with indifference, caring only for short-term gains. In this market filled with conflict and helplessness, dogs become tools for trade, their fates manipulated at will.
The guard dog looked pitifully at its owner from inside the dog meat cage.
This once pampered and well-fed guard dog has now become a dish on someone's dinner table, which is heartbreaking.
