I have a little dog in my family. It's very cute. The hair of the whole body is pure yellow, like being dyed with yellow dye, with a pair of sensitive ears on the head, which always likes to stand up at ordinary times, which makes it more able to hear the movements around. A pair of big watery eyes are inlaid in its narrow face, which is very divine. The little nose is high. The dog's mouth is usually closed. Only when he finds out the situation will he open his mouth and "bark" and shout. He looks very dignified.
Despite the dog's usual prestige, in fact, he is very timid. Once, when the dog was playing in the yard, he saw a butterfly flying in, and he chased it vigorously. He was chasing it vigorously. A mouse suddenly jumped in front of him, and the dog was stunned. He looked very frightened. Then he started to run. In the panic, he knocked over his grandmother's pepper.
Although the dog is timid, it is also very naughty. Once, grandma sat on the sofa knitting sweater, the dog quietly came to grandma, lazy to sleep, just when it closed his eyes, the wool ball rolled down, hit it on the head, the dog jumped up, looked at the wool ball, wrinkled his brow, then there and the wool ball play a "fight". One bite, one pounce, one tear, the wool ball is tossed by the dog, the dog has become a "wool dog". Seeing this, my grandma and I are angry and funny.
Look, this is my dog. With it, my life has become colorful.