Do dogs prefer the countryside or the city? Personally, I think it's the countryside. There, dogs can run wild, chase birds and chickens, and splash around in mud puddles. Agile dogs can even get a better meal, catching rabbits and birds. And the "mischievous" ones might even sneak a chicken. Dogs in the countryside have it incredibly easy. Of course, the owner's wallet suffers. One day you're paying for someone else's chicken, the next day for someone else's duck, and you have to pay for the dog's bath—your wallet is truly suffering.
However, the dog isn't entirely oblivious to its owner. Seeing how hard its owner works, it will come to help. Our Labrador went back to the countryside and even knows how to help with chores! We initially thought the dog would be bored in the city, always having nowhere to play and seeming unhappy. But after bringing it back to the countryside, it's like a completely different dog, with something exciting every day.
That day, the owner went to work in the fields, thinking there wouldn't be any problem. The dog wanted to come along, so he took the dog with him. Once in the fields, the dog quickly got dirty. The owner didn't have a good solution; he couldn't just abandon the work to chase the dog away. So he let the dog play. After finishing some work, the father decided to carry some back, tied it up, and took it with him. When the dog saw this, it pounced on a pile. The owner thought the dog was going to cause trouble, but to his surprise, the dog picked up a handful and chased after his father.
Although the dog is mischievous and not very strong, and it only carries a small amount of food, watching it slowly run towards its father still fills me with a nameless emotion. All the hard work of cleaning up after it all, taking it to the pet store for baths, and even paying compensation to others, all the little things that have happened since the dog grew up, all turn into a special emotion at this moment: it really wasn't all the love and care I gave it!
At that moment, the dog turned around and looked at me, as if it didn't understand why I hadn't kept up with it, but at the same time it seemed to understand everything: Keep up with me, keep up with me, I will always be this sensible.
Seeing me catch up, the dog diligently picked up its paws and raced after its father. My eyes started to blur, probably from sand. Sometimes, that's just how it is; a sudden gust of wind can blow sand right into your eyes. I'm sure you've all experienced that. But I must say, I still have a good dog. Even in the countryside, such an understanding dog is rare. Many dogs just cause trouble and never help.
