This was an ordinary day.
The sky was clear.
Sporadically, a few large construction vehicles were busy working. The roller driver was like a magic trick, turning the piles of garbage from three-dimensional to two-dimensional. Then, the forklift driver scooped up the garbage and poured it into the pit, layer by layer. This was their daily work day after day.
Wild dogs could be seen everywhere as if they were not afraid of people. They openly rummaged through the garbage dozens of meters away from the construction vehicles, looking for food.
Further away, the stray dogs on the periphery of the landfill were also living a daily life of loving each other and greeting each other with their teeth.
Can you believe it? The cause was actually a bag of ribs that had not gone bad.
This bag of ribs may have been forgotten by the owner in a corner of the freezer. It was not discovered until a year or two later that it was frozen into the so-called "zombie meat." Then, it was regretfully thrown away by the owner and ended up here.
When it was thrown away, the bag of ribs was still in a frozen state. Even after a long journey, it had only just thawed. The stray dogs did not care whether it was zombie meat or not. Compared with other food with a pungent smell, this bag of ribs was already considered a delicacy.
The first dog that belonged to the local dog group found the bag of ribs. It followed the smell and dug three feet of garbage. Finally, it found the bag of ribs, tore open the packaging, and couldn't wait to eat a rib that was cool and had no smell. It chewed the bones and then swallowed the meat and bone into its stomach. Then, it wanted to eat another one.
However, the local dog forgot that it was surrounded by enemies. The smell of ribs in the torn packaging spread quickly with the wind. For dogs with a sensitive sense of smell, it was no less than the smell of blood from sharks.
The second rib had just entered its mouth, and before it had time to chew, the local dog heard the evil wind behind it. Driven by instinct, it quickly abandoned the ribs and rolled away.
A large black mastiff firmly pressed the bag of ribs with a front paw, declaring its ownership of the ribs. Its bell-like eyes stared coldly at the local dog. Its long hair swayed in the wind, and sticky saliva dripped from its teeth. A low, threatening growl came from its throat.
The dog quivered and quickly recognized that the lion-like attacker was the leader of the mastiff group.
The difference in size between it and the black mastiff was too great. It had no power to fight at all. Even if it rushed up to try to take back its food, it would only be courting death, not to mention that the mastiff had a few minions behind it.
The local dog swallowed. There was only one way in front of it, and that was to tuck its tail between its legs and run away. The bag of ribs was just a dream.
The giant mastiff thought so too. Under normal circumstances, the giant mastiff would chase the enemy away before enjoying the delicious food, but the taste of this bag of ribs was too tempting. It even couldn't wait, not to mention that this dog was not a threat to it at all. It lowered its head with a peace of mind and began to enjoy the delicious ribs. Its minions squatted behind, drooling, hoping that their boss would finish eating the meat and let them eat the bones.
However, in the face of such humiliation and contempt, the local dog did not run away as the mastiff had expected. Instead, it raised its head and started howling.
Before it finished speaking, there was a furious roar. Not far away, a strong and fierce mixed breed dog heard the commotion and came running. It was the leader of the local dog group, with a group of minions behind it.
The giant mastiff could look down on the local dog, but when it heard the roar of its old rival, it had to temporarily give up on enjoying the delicious food. It responded with a deafening roar, staring at its old rival that was running over. Its minions knew that another battle was about to begin, and they all braced themselves, ready for battle.
This mixed breed dog had the genes of many fierce dogs in its body, and its appearance had some of the characteristics of a Rottweiler. It could be called a mixed breed Rottweiler. It rushed forward and saw the bag of ribs. It immediately understood what had happened.
It flashed its sharp fangs and gave the local dog an encouraging look, which meant: Good job! We, the local dog group, can cut off our heads and bleed, but we can't lose our ribs!
The mixed breed Rottweiler and the giant mastiff did not bite each other right away, because biting was the right of wild dogs, and they were respectable dogs. Before fighting, they had to talk.
The giant mastiff noticed that the other side had more dogs, so it let out a series of deafening roars. One reason was to intimidate the other side, and the other was to gather its other minions.
The mixed breed Rottweiler did not want to be outdone, and responded with a low roar. Its other minions also rushed over one after another.
There were more and more dogs gathered here, and there was a clear dividing line in the middle. Both sides were barking at each other across the dividing line, cheering for their leader. The scene was very lively.
However, since they were fighting, there had to be a winner and a loser in the battle. Just talking wouldn't solve the problem of victory or defeat. If this was a human society where the loudest voice was the most reasonable, the giant mastiff would definitely win, but there was no such rule for stray dogs.
The giant mastiff and the mixed breed Rottweiler quieted down, staring into each other's eyes. They cautiously approached each other step by step, looking for the other's flaws.
The battle was about to start.
Although they couldn't explain it clearly, they both had some kind of premonition. It was an intuition that came from living on the edge of a knife for a long time — no matter who won or lost, this could be their last battle.
This confrontation took place in the southeast of the landfill near the sea, but it was still quite a distance from the sea. After all, they had to prevent the landfill from polluting the sea.
The mastiff group and the mutts, who were too focused on each other, didn't know that while they were confronting each other, a dog had appeared from the sea.
It was a medium-sized dog, and its body didn't look strong. Its fur was neither long nor short, and its color was milky white. It was an ordinary mutts, or to put it nicely, a Chinese rural dog.
No one saw how it appeared from the sea. In any case, it just appeared from the waves and calmly stepped onto the shore. One of its front paws left a footprint on the beach that was neither deep nor shallow, announcing its birth.
Finally … it was back.
It sniffed the moist air filled with the smell of the sea, shook its body, and shook off the seawater between its fur.
It couldn't completely dry its fur by shaking, so it had to bask in the sun.
It jumped onto a dry reef and watched the white clouds drift by leisurely, enjoying the early summer sunshine with satisfaction.
However, the continuous barking of dogs came from not far away, seriously disturbing its mood.
"…"
It tried to bear with it, but the barking didn't seem to have any signs of stopping. Instead, it became noisier.
It couldn't take it anymore. It jumped up from the reef, stared in the direction of the barking, and scolded in a low voice, "What the f * ck!"
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