Chapter 207 Stupid Dog
Finally, we arrived home. Mancang was in charge of locking the gate from the inside. I went straight into the house, not even bothering to change my clothes, and immediately put Xiaogua on the heated kang to check on him.
Little Gua's hind legs seemed to be frozen stiff; it didn't move at all when placed on the kang (heated brick bed).
It slowly propped itself up, raised its head to look at me, its eyes slightly red, as if it had very complex emotions in them.
What exactly happened?
I touched Xiaogua's body up and down, and apart from being outside in the cold for too long, there were no signs of injury.
Until I lifted Xiaogua's head and looked at his half-open mouth, with ice still clinging to his chin.
It must be the saliva that the little melon drooled into ice.
What happened in your mouth?
I didn't dare to make any big movements, so I gently pried open the little melon's mouth. Its mouth and teeth were fine.
I suddenly realized where the problem lay.
He picked up the flashlight next to him and handed it to Mancang.
"Shine the light into its throat."
I fiddled with the dog's mouth, and Mancang shone a flashlight into Xiaogua's throat. I could see the situation inside; Xiaogua's throat was completely red and inflamed and swollen.
After looking for a long time, I finally saw the foreign object deep in my throat.
It felt like something was stuck in my throat.
I took long-handled tweezers from the first-aid kit and carefully pinched the foreign object and pulled it out.
When it touched a foreign object, the little melon moved its head slightly and made a whimpering sound.
"Don't move."
After hearing this, Xiao Gua stopped moving around and obediently let me do as I pleased.
The tweezers gripped the foreign object tightly, and while protecting Xiao Gua's throat as much as possible, they slowly removed it.
This is a sharp chicken bone, about the size of a jujube, now stained with blood.
It seems that the chicken bone is stuck quite deep in Xiaogua's throat, probably for a while now, and it's inflamed and swollen.
First, set the chicken bones aside, then use a cotton swab dipped in saline solution to gently wipe the wound on Xiaogua's throat.
Wipe it clean and let it rest for a while; it should heal completely.
Finally, it was all set up. I placed Xiaogua's doghouse next to the stove, gently put Xiaogua on its doghouse, and covered it with a small blanket.
It's freezing outside, I hope to warm up as soon as possible.
Little Gua probably understood that the thing in its throat had been removed. It licked its lips, lay down on the cotton pad, and went to sleep, looking much more relaxed.
"Aunt Cheng, is Xiaogua alright?"
Looking at the bloody little bone, Mancang couldn't help but worry about Xiaogua.
"Yeah, it's nothing, it was just a bone stuck in my throat."
Why does it go to sleep on the mountain?
Why does Little Melon want to sleep on the mountain? I can probably guess a little.
My little one got a chicken bone stuck in its throat, and it was in excruciating pain every time it ate. In addition, it has become inflamed and swollen in the past two days, making it even more uncomfortable.
In Xiaogua's mind, it felt that it had a terminal illness and was going to die, so it ran up the mountain to wait for death.
He even dug a hole in the snow and buried himself in it.
This is why, even though it was found on the mountain, it refused to come out and only wanted to die quietly.
"It thought it was sick and about to die, so it hid secretly to avoid being seen by us."
I'm stating this fact, and I think Mancang should be able to understand.
Mancang squatted down and gently stroked Xiaogua's head with her small hand: "Tell us if you get sick in the future, and we will cure you. Don't run away by yourself, or Aunt Cheng will be very sad."
I lightly tapped Xiaogua's forehead with my fingertip: "Silly dog."
That dog, Xiaogua, is both infuriating and lovable.
If you call it stupid, it knows to hide and wait to die so as not to upset its owner; if you call it smart, it thinks it's going to die just because a bone is stuck in its throat.
I sighed helplessly and went to the kitchen to cook a pot of meat porridge.
Xiao Gua hurt her throat, so eating softer foods will make them easier to swallow and will also help the wound heal.
Rinse the rice thoroughly and pour it into a clay pot. First, put it in the stove in the front room to simmer.
Cut some rabbit leg meat, being careful not to cut into the bone, into small pieces, add some seasonings, mix and marinate.
Once the rice porridge in the clay pot boils, add the meat and cook together. At the same time, add some washed dried potatoes and dried shiitake mushrooms.
The rice we're using now has been sitting for many years. Although it's not spoiled yet, its aroma and taste are not as good as they used to be.
However, adding more seasonings makes the porridge quite fragrant.
Mancang came over to help stoke the fire and boil some water to prepare pig feed.
Boil four salted eggs in the hot water in the pot; they'll be served with porridge later.
After feeding the livestock, the rabbit porridge in the house was cooked until tender, and the salted eggs in the pot were also cooked.
This rabbit porridge wasn't seasoned with too much salt. Since Xiaogua is sick, the dogs will eat first today.
Each dog received the same amount of rabbit meat porridge, but after some consideration, I added an extra spoonful for Xiaogua.
Little Gua is still lying on the mat, sleeping listlessly. It's obvious that its throat is red and swollen, which makes it feel uncomfortable.
Take a wooden stick and gently stir the rabbit porridge in Xiaogua's mouth. When it feels warm to the touch, hold it to Xiaogua's chin.
Little Gua twitched its nose, slightly opened its eyes, looked at the rabbit meat porridge in front of it, and slowly stuck out its tongue to lick it.
Moreover, when Xiaogua swallowed the rabbit meat porridge, he groaned in pain.
I felt a pang of sympathy and gently stroked Xiaogua's head: "Sweetie, eat some more. You'll feel better once you're full."
I don't know if what I said worked, or if Xiao Gua was really hungry, but he ate a lot more, until he had eaten more than half a bowl before stopping and continuing to lie on the mat with his eyes half-closed and asleep.
I've heard from my elders that as long as cats and dogs can eat, they're fine when they're sick. Seeing that my little one ate a lot of porridge, I felt much more at ease.
By this time, Mancang had already set out the bowls and chopsticks, and it was finally Mancang and I'd get to eat.
They ate the fragrant rabbit meat porridge with two salted eggs each, thoroughly enjoying their meal.
Mancang especially likes salted eggs, but he also likes pickled vegetables, so in other words, Mancang especially likes food that is preserved with salt.
This may be related to his previous experience. His third uncle's family had little salt, and they usually cooked very bland food. He also constantly instilled in him the idea that salt was precious, so Mancang always had a special feeling for salt.
Like now, I always like to hollow out two egg yolks, and then either throw away the remaining egg whites or mix them with rice to feed the dog.
Mancang ate very meticulously, even carefully nibbling off and eating the egg white stuck to the eggshell.
They were even reluctant to eat the egg yolk, and could eat a dozen or twenty bites of a single egg yolk.
After I finished eating, I leaned back against the wall to rest.
Today I was frantically searching for Xiaogua on the mountain. Now that I've relaxed, I feel sore all over, like my body is falling apart.
Mancang noticed my fatigue and offered, "Aunt Cheng, you should rest for a while. I'll take the dishes away."
I didn't stand on ceremony with Mancang and just slid down onto the kang (heated brick bed). The heat from the kang made my back feel so comfortable that I didn't want to move at all.
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