Find a river between the wolf and the dog.

Muwa

When I was young, I liked keeping small animals. I have raised chickens, ducklings, birds, pigeons and kittens, but I have never raised a puppy, so I especially want to raise a puppy of my own. After reading the novels The Call of the Wild and The Snow Tiger written by Jack London, I want to have a puppy, preferably like the dog in the novel.

Wende Cooney

1968, I went to the countryside and jumped the queue in the grassland pastoral area of Inner Mongolia. At that time, Sino-Soviet relations were tense. In order to facilitate military operations, the agricultural areas launched a dog-beating campaign. However, every household in the pastoral area has dogs, and there are more dogs in the herd. There are four or five dogs in each herd. They all have food books and eat commercial grain supplied by the state. That's because dogs are indispensable in the production and life of pastoral areas, and dogs are herders' helpers.

There are many dogs here. There are all kinds of dogs, long-haired, short-haired, black, flowery, big, small, fierce and not too fierce. Faced with so many dogs, I don't know what kind of dog I should have.

That spring, Batu and I herded a herd of cattle. As the weather gets warmer, summer nomadism to Xilin Gol prairie is about to begin. Batu drove the cows and brought some dogs home to graze them, so that he could spare a few days to repair his house. Batu's home is close to where we packed our luggage, and it's just over two hills. The place where he lives is called Sanjianfang. As the name implies, there are three families, all of which are meadows with two rivers flowing in the middle. Just drive the cows to their house at night. When he left, he asked me to wait for him here, and let me go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some daily necessities for our nomadic life, such as lamp oil, salty salt, brick tea, matches, batteries and, of course, wine.

Early the next morning, I drove the ox cart to the supply and marketing cooperative in order to bring back 300 Jin of salt to the ox. It's almost 90 miles to and from the supply and marketing cooperative. There are grasslands all the way, and no one is there. Oxcart is slow. If you go late, you have to catch up with the night when you come back. On this day, it is a particularly sunny day, with clear skies and pleasant spring breeze in Wan Li. I had a good trip. Towards the end of noon, I finished everything and drove back in Lele's car. As the saying goes, the old cow knows the way, and it is quite worry-free to come back. She knows the way herself, so she needn't worry. She pulled the car back by herself and walked faster than when she went. She also hopes that she can get to that place early and let her eat grass and have a rest. On the way back, I lay on the ox cart, half awake and half asleep, and didn't officially wake up until I almost turned over the last beam. In order to exercise my muscles, I jumped out of the oxcart and walked behind it. While humming, I whipped the hay on both sides of the road from time to time with the whip of my right hand. This is a wide trunk ditch, high in the south and low in the north. The ditch is full of yellow hay, not even a small tree, giving people a desolate feeling. Walking, I suddenly found something crawling slowly in the grass in front. I think it's very strange, because rabbits and pheasants on the grassland will run away quickly after seeing or hearing people's movements, and then hide in one place to observe the surroundings quietly. Even a woodchuck will find a hole nearby to hide. But what is this thing? I walked over curiously and looked closer. It turned out to be a naked puppy. His head is big, his eyes are open and closed, his skin is wrinkled, and he can't walk. Out of an instinct for survival, he is stumbling and trying to arch forward in the weeds. I poked it with a whip and it arched towards the position of the whip. I reached out and grabbed the poor little thing from the ground. Its tender little nose and soft furry belly were cut by dry grass leaves, leaving a trace of blood. I held it in my arms and it arched in my arms. I knew at a glance that it was hungry and looking for milk. I turned around and looked around carefully. There is not even a figure in this area, and there are no traces of shepherds grazing here. Where did this puppy come from? By this time, the ox cart had gone far, so I quickly ran after the ox cart with my puppy in my arms.

I drove the ox cart over the mountain ridge and came to the flat grassland. I sat in front of the ox cart. The puppy may be tired from the arch, but also feel the temperature of another life and fall asleep in my arms. I went back to the yurt, first put the puppy on the floor where I slept, then unloaded everything in the car and let go of the cow. On weekdays, I found a small bucket of birch bark in the yurt for milking, and rode to another cow bag to ask the puppy for milk.

After the milk comes back, I first pour half a basin of milk into a small enamel basin and give it to the puppy. When the puppy smelled the milk, he immediately climbed over, plunged his whole head into the small basin, and his two front paws also reached into the small basin and began to eat. I was afraid that the small basin would be knocked over by it, so I had to hold the small basin in one hand and grab the puppy's back in the other. After a while, the puppy ate all the milk in the small basin. It seems that I haven't had enough to eat, and I am still licking my head in a small basin with my head down. I picked up the puppy and saw the puppy's face and two front legs covered with milk. It looks interesting. I'm afraid it will go bad if I eat too much at once, so I won't feed it. I spread my foot on the floor, covered it with a sheepskin, put it on, and it slept on it for a while. When it was getting dark, I fed it a small pot of millet porridge cooked with milk. It ate a clean meal again, with a round belly like a chinemys reevesii. Shepherds on the grassland are not allowed to put dogs in bags, so that puppies can learn to live in the wild from an early age. But at night, I left the dog in the yurt and tied the door of the yurt from the inside, for fear that the wolf would eat the snacks at night.

Sleeping at night, I heard something outside the yurt. I know it's a wolf, maybe it's for the puppy. I slapped the wall of the yurt with my hand and screamed loudly. Immediately, the sound of running came from outside. After a while, it was quiet again. I picked up an axe in my right hand, suddenly opened the door of the yurt and went out. I saw several pairs of wolf eyes with faint green light in the south darkness not far from the yurt. I put down my axe, touched a few stones of moderate size on the ground and smashed them hard. In the dark, I heard the sound of stones falling to the ground and wolves escaping.

On the afternoon of the third day, Batu came back, followed by Huang, Lao Han and Da Hei. When Batu saw the puppy, he arrested it and asked me, "Little brother, where did you get this dog?" I told him how to find the puppy. Batu thought for a moment and said, "This is really strange. There is no water in that area, and no one eats grass there in spring. Well, where is the dog? " Consider it a gift from God. Take good care of it. This guy will grow up later. "Batu put the puppy on the ground, and all three big dogs sniffed curiously. Facing the three big dogs, the little guy didn't show any fear. He turned around in situ, wriggling little ass and crawling towards me happily. He already knows me and knows that I am its owner.

Turned out to be a mute.

The puppy lives with us. It has a home, and I have a little friend. Since Batu came back, he has slept outside. After a few days, the little guy grew up and could eat small pieces of meat, run and jump, but it also showed that he was different from ordinary dogs. Its fur is gray like a wolf, but it is a little milky yellow, and its upper jaw is a little longer than that of a dog. The most difference is that its two small furry ears are upright, exactly like a wolf. He gets along well with our other three dogs, chasing and playing all day and having a good time. But at night, it never sleeps with other dogs, and always lies alone on the periphery of the herd. Although wolves often harass him, this habit has been maintained. Let me talk about our other three dogs. Lao Hei is a big dog with black hair, that is, a piece of white hair under his chest. Although fierce, but not lively and disobedient. He is four years old. Lao Han is the dog of the educated youth Lao Han who came with us, and he is fostered with us. He is a short-haired dog with brown and black fur. He is of medium height, but flexible, fast and naughty. He often bites a piece of wood and can play for half a day. Its greatest skill is to catch rabbits and foxes. If these two animals let it catch up, it can only blame its own bad life. Huang is a very big long-haired dog with long golden hair and a big head. He is a mastiff. It has a pair of very beautiful big black eyes, lively, naughty, fierce, powerful, aggressive, very smart and cunning. I'll tell you a yellow story, and you'll know.

Once I was on a business trip, Huang quietly followed me, got on a long-distance bus and found Huang running behind the car. The coach at that time was different from now. It's just an ordinary van without a roof. In winter, a broken canvas is tied to the front gantry to keep out the wind, so that passengers can see what is happening around them. I was in a hurry when I saw Huang chasing me. I was afraid of getting lost, so I knocked on the back window of the front cab. When the driver stopped the car, I jumped out and said that my dog was coming. I'm afraid it will be lost. I don't want to drive. I want to send the dog back. At this moment, Huang also came running, spitting and panting, looking at me with his lovely big head up. The driver smiled when he saw it, and said, if you want to take it, just let it get on the bus. Anyway, there are few people today, so I won't let it get tickets. Let's treat it as a piece of luggage. As soon as I heard this, I was so happy that I opened the trunk of the car. As soon as I was greeted, Huang jumped on the bus, and then I climbed on the bus, so the two of us started our trip.

When I got to the place, I found a hostel to live in. The registered woman said that there was nothing for the dog to live in. She said that no dog could stay in the hotel. I called my aunt for a long time, but she refused, so I had to find another way to arrange Huang. I asked Huang to wait for me outside the door. I'll go in and put my luggage and then I'll find someone I know. The waitress led me into the room, ordered boiled water, closed the door and went out. I opened my bag, took out some valuables and put them in my carry-on pocket. At this moment, I heard the door ring again. Looking back, it was yellow. It arched the door, leaned into its big head through the crack of the door and looked at me inquiringly with its big black eyes. The ghost somehow slipped in. I was so excited that I waved at once, and Chun Wong came. I ran over and closed the door, holding Huang's big head for a long time. I found the washbasin and brought some water back. After Huang finished drinking the water, I said to Huang, Huang, you must hide under the bed so that no one can see you. You can't live here if people see you. Huang immediately understood what I meant. It got under the bed and lay down close to the wall without even showing its tail. When eating, I take the washbasin to the dining hall. I put away other people's leftovers and bones, and a large part of the basin, carefully not to let others eat, take it back to feed the yellow. In the evening, my room was occupied by an uncle in his thirties. He is very kind, so I told him about Huang. He looked at me and Huang, who was less than twenty years old, and smiled. He said don't worry, I'll keep it a secret. Before going to bed at night, Huang got out of bed and walked back and forth at the door, watching me as he walked. I knew Huang wanted to go out to the bathroom, so I opened the door and poked my head out. Seeing no one in the aisle, I waved to Huang Zhao and Huang slipped out. I closed the door and lay in bed waiting for Huang, no matter whether he is young or not. I fell asleep while waiting for him. At dawn the next day, I was awakened by the sound of gently knocking at the door. I suddenly thought of Huang and ran to open the door without shoes. As soon as the door opened, Huang came in with a proud face and slept directly under my bed. I don't know where Huang went to play that night.

With the first day's experience, I released Huang the next night and Huang came back on time in the morning.

I have finished all the things I should do, so I should go back on the fourth day. But when I got up early in the morning, Huang had not come back. I was so anxious that I quickly got dressed and went out of the hotel to find Huang. I went to a quiet street, looked around and decided to look for Huang in the east. As I walked, I whispered "yellow" and "yellow". I didn't go far. When I was near the high wall of a barracks more than 0/00 meters away from the guest house/KLOC-,I heard something on the high wall. Turning around, I saw the gap between the top of the high wall and the barbed wire more than two meters high. I stuck out two big paws and grabbed the wall, and then stuck out a big head. Sure enough, I am yellow. This guy still has a whole sheep's hind leg in his mouth. Huang carefully drilled out most of the body, and then gently jumped to the ground. As soon as I landed, the Jiang Yang thieves waddled around me, and then walked happily towards the hotel in front of me with a leg of lamb. I dare say that in China, from ancient times to the present, we can take a free bus, stay in a guest house, visit the county town at night and steal fresh leg of lamb from the military camp. This is the only dog, Huang Yi. Do you think it is clever and cunning? The puppy I found can be with these famous teachers. There is no reason why I can't be an apprentice.

Cattle are gaining weight, grass is turning yellow, autumn is coming, and the puppy I found has grown up, and it has deeper feelings with me. Although Batu often feeds him, he only listens to me. We often lie face to face on the grassland. I told him my sadness and my thoughts about my family. He always listens quietly, and his eyes seem to understand something. According to Batu, the puppy is really big, which has surpassed the big black and yellow. Batu said, "Look at its four big claws. It needs to grow. " Because the puppy looks too much like a wolf, I named it wolfhound. Actually, I named our dog. Herdsmen are not as romantic as me. They seldom name dogs. It's cold, and it's going to snow in the northern grassland. We began to drive the cows back to find a warm place to graze in winter. Before we arrived in Ublin, we heard that there were many wolves in this area this year, so we should be more careful. However, Batu is a bold artist. He said, "You don't have to be afraid. Our dog is fine, it will be fine. " On that day, we moved to Ublin grassland. Batu and I had just finished unloading the car, and before we could set up the small yurt, Lao Han was the first to find the enemy. There are four gray spots moving eastward on the hillside north of Dadianzi. Three dogs barked and ran in that direction. LaoHan ranked first, followed by German shepherd, and Huang Ran ranked last. Batu also untied the horse tied to the car, took the harness in his hand, screamed loudly, and then rode behind. Only big black didn't chase. It ran to the periphery of the herd, where it walked slowly and looked around warily. This is the cooperation between the shepherd and the dog, and it is also a valuable place for Dahei. He never forgets his duty-to protect the herd. Coyotes have survived since ancient times for a reason. They are not only fierce, but also clever and cunning. Sometimes they send one or several wolves from the wolves to attract shepherds and dogs, and the rest go around to attack unprotected herds. Sometimes, wolves can also use their own body odor to lead dogs into a pre-laid maze, and then sneak back to attack the herd. Later, I heard that a group of our brigade crossed here two days ago and found several wolves on the north slope. Several waitresses chased them with dogs. When they came back, they saw seven or eight wolves attacking the deer. Several horses in the herd led the horses to fight with the wolves. A pony was dragged away by the wolf, and its mother was bitten by the wolf, unable to keep up with the horses, and was slaughtered. So big black is not only conscientious, but also very smart. Unfortunately, German shepherds have not fully learned this.

No sooner had I set up the shelf of the little yurt than Batu came back with three dogs and the wolf was driven away. Batu came up to me with his horse on. He helped me hold up the yurt and said to me, "Hey, bro, have you noticed that German shepherd won't bark?" He is dumb. " "What?" I put down my work and looked blankly. Batu also put down his work and said to me seriously: "Really, it's true. I found out a long time ago. I think maybe the German shepherd will bark when he grows up, but now he still won't bark when he grows up. " When we saw the wolf just now, all three of us barked, except the wolf dog. Fortunately, it was not deaf. Pointing to the grass not far away, he spat at the panting German shepherd in Lickitung and said, "Look, look at its ears. They keep moving and listening to us. "I looked in Batu's direction and saw the German shepherd lying on the ground, looking back at us with his head turned, his ears kept turning, and he knew what we were talking about. Batu paused, looked me in the eye again, and then said, Brother, does your dog have wolf blood? I understood what Batu said. He suspects that my dog is the kind of wolf dog on the grassland, and it is a dog born by mating a wolf with a bitch. On the grassland, female wolves sometimes mate with male wolves, and the dogs born are called wolf dogs. It doesn't bark like a dog. This kind of dog is fierce and loyal to its owner, but it is difficult for this kind of dog to survive. Because it will be responsible for the end after the male wolf mates with the female dog, and will be responsible for killing all the puppies born by the female dog, or throwing them in the wasteland, so that the puppies will freeze to death and starve to death, because such dogs will be the bane of wolves when they grow up. Legend has it that some Mongolian princes kept this kind of dog in the army. Before the war, they starved for lack of food. If you are thrown behind enemy lines in wartime, you will bite fiercely and make the enemy lose heart. There are also some male dogs and female wolves together. The cubs born by that wolf are called painted wolves, which are cunning and do great harm to animal husbandry. I killed the painted wolf myself. There is an old folk song on the grassland that goes like this: "There is a river between the wolf and the dog. The dog is here and the wolf is there. Jump here into a dog, jump there into a wolf. So shepherds also have the habit of calling wolves wild dogs. In the days to come, I have been paying attention to observing the German shepherd. German shepherd really won't bark, but only when he is angry will he purr in his throat. He is really stupid. It doesn't matter to me whether it is a wolf or a German shepherd. Most importantly, this is my loyal friend.

Start showing your talents.

Winter goes and spring comes, and then it's summer. One afternoon, I rode my bike to see a friend of Han nationality, Lao Wang, whose cattle moved to Halanule grassland only two days ago. He is a middle class. He is an agricultural area with little animal husbandry, but every summer their herds will come to Xilin Gol prairie to graze, because the grassland here is wide and flat, and the grass is particularly good. Lao Wang and I met last summer. At that time, our cows and people had no salt to eat. The salt carriage of the production team hasn't arrived yet. Batu's wife is ill again, and he has gone back. I am the only one left in this grassland, and I can't get away from buying salt. Fiona Fang and Fiona Fang have no families for dozens of miles. I just know that the taste of' white-haired girl' without salt is really unpleasant. One day at noon, I was opening the door, lifting the felt around the small yurt and sitting in the yurt drinking light tea. I heard the shouts of herding cattle in the distance. When I went out, I was delighted to see someone riding a horse and herding cattle in the distance, followed by several Lele cars. Yes, ask them for some salt. It is difficult to live without salt. I picked up a small leather bag with salt and rode towards them. What I saw was a lean man in his thirties with a full face of whiskers. When I told him my intention, he smiled, led me to Le Che Le, and licked five or six bowls of salt from the salt pocket of the car, which was enough for four or five catties of salt. I even said, "Enough, enough." He just stopped. From then on, I became friends with Lao Wang.

When I ride out, the German shepherd will go out with me. I thought the road was not far away. And I just went to see my friends, and I didn't plan to stay there for long, so I brought German shepherd with me on the road. German shepherd dog was so happy that he ran all the way in front of me. Seeing me behind, he stood down and waited for me to approach. Today's German shepherd dog is over one year old and looks like a big dog. And so much, even Huang Dou dare not bully. We walked very fast and soon arrived at the place where Lao Wang and his family packed their bags. I shouted several times, and Lao Wang came out of the yurt to meet me. The first thing he said when he saw the German shepherd was "Wow, this guy is so big!" Lao Wang put me in the bag. I was afraid that the German shepherd would get into trouble and bite someone's dog, so I asked Lao Wang for a cow rope with a thick thumb and tied the German shepherd to the wheel of their Lele car before entering the yurt. Lao Wang is not herding cattle now, but herding sheep instead. They are beautiful. Three people can graze more than 600 sheep, which is only a fraction of our big flock. Lao Wang and a partner are drinking tea and chatting in the bag, and only one person is going to herd sheep. Their sheep didn't go far, only a mile from the bag. Lao Wang gave me a bowl of tea and we chatted. After a while, their shepherd saw that there were still people in the bag. He also drove the sheep to the grass not far from the bag and rode back to chat with us. When several of us were chatting all over the world, some dogs raised by Lao Wang suddenly barked and ran to the place where the sheep grazed. Several of us also rushed out of the yurt, and we all knew it was a wolf. German shepherd also wanted to chase the wolf, but he was tied up. He earned a lot of money. Before breaking the rope, the German shepherd was anxious, turned around and bit off the rope tied to him, and followed him to fly. The shepherd rode away. Lao Wang got on my horse and ran after it. The rest of us and I went back to our bags to have tea and chat. In pastoral areas, dogs chase wolves and wolves bite sheep. That's so common, herders have long been used to it. After a long time, Lao Wang rode back first. Before he got into the yurt, he shouted at me excitedly, "Oh, boy, that's great! Your dog is great! " When he saw the wolf rushing up first, he knocked the wolf down. When he went up, he bit the wolf's neck. When he shook his head, blood flowed out of the wolf's neck. The wolf made money for a while and then confessed. That's great. That would be great. "Hearing this, I was also surprised and excited. I have worked in animal husbandry for several years and know that not every dog can bite a wolf. Not many dogs dare to bite wolves in the whole pastoral area. I asked Lao Wang, "Where are your dogs? "I mean, what did your dog do? Old Wang Dasheng said, "Those bears will only bark everywhere." Just as he was talking, another partner of Lao Wang came back. He came back with a horse and a wolf that had just been killed by a German shepherd on his saddle. He lifted the dead wolf from his horse to the ground, and we all gathered around to see that it was an adult male wolf, at least 70 or 80 kilograms, with a big head and several blood holes in his neck that had been bitten by German dogs. German shepherd also stood by excitedly, licking the blood in his mouth, with blood on his chest and two front paws. I went over to examine the dog carefully, and Lao Wang stood aside and said confidently, "Don't worry, little brother, your dog is not even hurt at all." I smiled after the inspection. Really, Lao Wang is right. German shepherd really didn't even hurt his skin. I untied the short rope wrapped around the German shepherd's neck, patted its head, and got into the bag with Lao Wang and others. Lao Wang said to me, "Brother, your dog killed this wolf. Please take it away. " I said, "Come on, Mr. Wang, August fox, September wolf. Now the wolf skin can only be made into a leather mattress, so you can stay. "Lao Wang didn't mention it and asked me if I wanted wolf meat. I said no. Mongolian herders don't eat dog meat, let alone people eat wolf meat. Dogs don't eat wolf meat unless they are extremely hungry.

When I got back, I told Batu about the wolf dog killing the wolf, and Batu was very happy. He went over and patted the dog's head, rubbed it hard on its thick neck, and then said to me, "Brother, you know, there are not many dogs that can kill wolves, especially those that can single out a wolf." It is rare to see a dog in such a short time. You should take good care of your dog. " Batu squatted down again, with one hand around the German shepherd's neck and the other hand touching the German shepherd's back affectionately, and continued to say, "Little fellow, you have grown up." He looked back at me again and said, "If a German shepherd can kill a wolf for the first time, it will kill it for the second and third time, and it will become more and more cruel and fierce, because blood will make it excited."