Domineering Moral Animal Husbandry: Where Can Sanhua’S Lovely Wife Escape? Chapter 3
byChapter 3 My Savior Dog
With their two cups of coffee half-finished, the German Shepherd was talking with the Corgi when they suddenly heard a loud, powerful scream.
Moo—moo moo moo ying!
The scream made the coffee shop windows rattle and shake. The customers inside all stood up. What happened? What’s going on?
Ying! The Cow Cat who had screamed was huddling her shoulders and arching her back. Her two high cow-horns nearly poked through the ceiling. She hugged herself with her front paws and pointed blindly with her eyes shut. There’s a mouse, ying!
Over half the customers in the shop: A mouse?
The remaining minority of cat employees: A mouse!
The German Shepherd stepped out of the booth, his paw reaching for the baton at his waist. He happened to meet pair after pair of bright cat eyes, the light within them shining as if they had spotted gold.
Although the current job market favored various aristocratic lineages, purebreds, and beautiful-looking breeds, Sanhua took his own status as a mixed-breed stray into account and felt he shouldn’t practice breed discrimination. The employees he hired for this coffee shop were all local cats—hardworking, just as good-looking, and most importantly, experts at catching mice.
Sanhua jumped over the counter, ripped off his apron and tossed it aside. Holding a stirrer in his hand, he said with pleasant surprise, A mouse? Where?
The Cow Cat said in a voice that sounded like she was about to run out of breath, I kicked him, and he ran into the back kitchen—Boss Sanhua, you have to catch him! Just as I sat down on the chair, he suddenly jumped down from my chest and even squeezed my breast. I didn’t have time to react at all!
Hearing that this was a perverted mouse, the employees grew even more indignant. There was no need for the manager to offer a reward; they all jumped out proactively to share their boss’s burdens.
Everyone, get him!
I’ll guard the front door!
I’ll guard the back door!
Manager Sanhua, once we catch the mouse, you have to let me take a photo with him. I’ve never caught a mouse brave enough to commit a robbery in a cat’s den in my entire life.
Fine. Sanhua lifted the door curtain, and over a dozen local Orange Cats, Cow Cats, and Dragon Li cats charged into the kitchen like arrows released from a bowstring.
The next second, a sharp Squeak! rang out.
The Corgi jumped up and patted the German Shepherd’s shoulder, saying, Relax, my big police dog. This is off-duty time; there’s no need for you to help.
The German Shepherd chuckled. Just as he was about to sit back down, he heard a shout of Crap!
A black shadow shot out from behind the counter, flying toward the German Shepherd’s face like a sandbag.
Reflexes trained over years of police service made the German Shepherd leap into the air. His two ears were pressed tightly against his back in a very dashing posture.
He felt himself bite down on something.
The fur ball in his mouth screamed, Let go of me, holy crap! I can’t breathe! Help!
The German Shepherd quickly opened his mouth, dropped the fur ball on the floor, and pinned it down with a front paw.
The fur ball had small semi-circular ears, a long thin tail, and two black-bean eyes. It was a cream-colored hamster.
Sanhua led the employees to surround the hamster.
Thank you, Mr. German Shepherd, Sanhua said. We accidentally let him slip away just now. Luckily you were here.
A Cow Cat apologized sheepishly, Manager, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have chased him all over the place myself without telling you after I found the mouse.
An Orange Cat added, I shouldn’t have fought with the Cow Cat over the mouse. I was pinning his tail to watch him spin in circles, but I accidentally let him break free.
A Dragon Li cat said, I shouldn’t have rushed up to kick him like a ball, and kicked him so far… it’s mainly because he looks too much like a ball. I couldn’t help but want to play with him when I saw him.
Pah! The hamster felt insulted and started cursing the moment he opened his mouth. Play with your head! You’re the ball! You’re a cat ball! I *%￥#…
Halfway through the hamster’s foul language, his tiny eyes spotted a blue badge hanging on the German Shepherd’s chest. It was hidden in the thick fur, but it happened to show when the dog looked down. The hamster was very familiar with the golden shield pattern on it.
His voice softened instantly. His eyes darted around as he reached out a paw to wipe his eyes, wailing dryly, Officer, have mercy. There’s really no food left at home. I still have over thirty children to raise, and they’re crying from hunger at home, boohoo…
Sanhua couldn’t help himself and poked the hamster’s bulging cheeks.
The hamster continued, Officer, give me a chance. I promise this is the last time, I… pfft pfft pfft—
Watching a continuous stream of coffee beans, pecans, rice, walnut kernels, and peanuts fly onto the ground and pile up into a small mountain…
Hamster: …
Sanhua: …
German Shepherd: …
Sanhua said, These look like they’re from the dried fruit shop, the grain shop, the roasted nut shop, and the cake shop next door. Just how many shops did you steal from…
The Cow Cat cried, Ying ying ying, I knew he wasn’t a decent hamster. He even hid goji berries in his cheek pouches. Shameless!
Shut up! The hamster flew into a rage from the embarrassment. He put his paws on his fat waist and cursed loudly, What’s wrong with hiding goji berries? I spit on you! I spit, spit, spit!
Your families have so much food, what’s wrong with me taking a little? Do you have no compassion? The food I took isn’t even as much as this Cow Cat eats for one afternoon tea! I knew none of you capitalist cats in business were any good! And you, black-skinned lackey! You’re in collusion with the merchants, persecuting a good mouse! Cats and dogs in cahoots! You… you adulterous couple!
Sanhua: …?
As an upright police dog, the German Shepherd couldn’t stand such slander. With a click, a shiny silver handcuff was placed around the hamster’s fat neck, squeezing out a double chin.
There was no other way; dog-sized handcuffs weren’t very suitable for hamsters.
The hamster yelled, Let me go! I still have thirty children to raise!
The German Shepherd hooked the other end of the handcuffs onto his own front paw and said coldly, Go tell it at the police station!
…
The customers in the shop all applauded, with the Cow Cat applauding the most vigorously. She stood with her paws on her hips and said, Fine him! Fine him hard! Make sure he never dares to be a pervert again! Those peanuts and walnuts were all taken from the shops I just visited. This hamster must have hidden on me to get in, and then hid back on me after stealing things. Taking advantage of his small size to hide on other animals to steal—if this unhealthy trend isn’t stopped, no animal in the world who grows a bit tall will dare to go out anymore! This is discrimination against large animals!
Protect large animals! Severely punish the hamster! Under her call, the animals in the shop stood up one after another to respond.
The German Shepherd saluted everyone. Please rest assured. As a police officer, I will never let a despicable criminal go, nor will I wrong an innocent citizen.
In this heated atmosphere, Sanhua suddenly noticed a scar on the German Shepherd’s pitch-black face.
Wait a moment. He walked up to the German Shepherd, looked up, and asked, Did the hamster’s claws scratch your nose? I have medicine here; let me take care of it for you.
The German Shepherd saw his own face in Sanhua’s pupils. He reached out a paw to touch it and shook his head.
The Corgi helped explain, No need to trouble yourself, little Sanhua. This is an old injury Ade got years ago while catching cat traffickers. That group of traffickers was vicious and had kidnapped dozens of kittens from an orphanage. Thanks to Ade’s keen nose, he tracked them for hundreds of kilometers overnight and finally rescued the kittens from an abandoned factory. The traffickers resisted desperately before being caught and almost disfigured Ade. Look, there are three marks here on his face too.
Sanhua’s eyes flickered. He reached out a paw to measure the size of the scar on the nose and asked, The scars on the face… look like they were made by a bear. Was it a brown bear?
How did you know?
It looks very handsome. Sanhua smiled at them.
After the two police dogs left, he excitedly walked to a place where no one was around. He pressed his front paws against the ground and stretched his body into an S-shape, carefully observing the tips of his claws.
That’s right! The scars on the German Shepherd’s face were indeed from a brown bear, but the one on his nose was from him! The scar was exactly the same shape as his claw hooks!
It was him!
The mist shrouding his memory was cleared away.
Ten years ago, in the dark factory building, a young black police dog had broken through the light, his gaze resolute.
The palm-sized Sanhua kitten had huddled in the corner shivering. Seeing a strange dog ten times taller than himself, he had jumped up in terror and scratched the dog’s face. The police dog hadn’t gotten angry. He licked away the bead of blood seeping from the tip of his nose, gave the kitten’s head a firm lick, picked him up by the scruff to put him on his back, and comforted him in a steady voice: Don’t be afraid. I’m here to take you out of here.
The warm, slightly metallic scent in his memory overlapped with the image of the German Shepherd.
Sanhua: Meow!!
After so many years, he had finally found his savior dog!
He really… really wanted to be licked by him again, meow!
After marriage, lying on a three-meter wide bed being licked from head to tail-tip until his fur was standing up in a messy heap, a swaying and stumbling Sanhua: …