I have a naughty and cute puppy. The puppy has pure white hair. When the puppy runs, it looks like a snowball rolling. A pair of round and clever eyes are hidden in the long down, and a pair of ears are alert to listen to all suspicious sounds around. The puppy also has a pair of sharp claws and its tail is raised high, making it look very arrogant. Puppies are very ferocious. As long as they hear or see something, they will sound an "alarm" and get ready for battle.

My puppy is not only naughty, but also very musical. One day, I had nothing to do, so I played music. Unexpectedly, after the puppy heard it, he stopped chewing the bones and immediately walked towards the tape recorder. I guessed that the puppy may have discovered that the music was coming from the tape recorder! The puppy squatted down next to the tape recorder, listening to music, and wagging its tail here and there according to the rhythm of the music. It was really like a little musician conducting the band!

The puppy especially loves to eat biscuits. , I took this opportunity to use the puppy as a fish to catch. I first took out a slender bamboo, and then tied a thread to the other end of the bamboo, and then used a piece of milk latte art biscuit to shake it here and there. The puppy was dazzled. I suddenly stopped shaking and hung the biscuit in front of the puppy. The puppy immediately recovered and pounced on the biscuit. I moved the biscuit behind the puppy and let it pounce. This went on for several minutes. The puppy pretended to "retreat", and I immediately relaxed my guard. Unexpectedly, the puppy quickly turned around and bit the biscuit. Fortunately, I reacted quickly and the puppy only bit the thread.

I wanted to pull back the thread, so I pulled hard, but the harder I tried, the tighter the puppy pulled. I thought to myself: It seems that I can't attack by force, I can only outwit. I stopped "attacking", and the puppy thought I surrendered. I was happily ready to enjoy the biscuits. I took this opportunity and pulled hard, and the biscuits were back in my hands.