Adorable Pet Daily Life Ch. 94

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It was Auntie Zhang, a regular at the clinic. Her dog was already six years old. It had survived a bout of canine distemper years ago—something other clinics had given up on. But she brought it to Chong'ai Pet Hospital as a last hope, and they managed to cure it. Since then, she'd made the trip regularly to buy food, treats, and schedule checkups.

"Hey, Auntie Zhang! Wangwang's looking prettier every time! We're baking biscuits for cats and dogs today—here, let him try one in a bit."

Auntie Zhang, dressed in silky pants, a floral chiffon blouse, and sandals, looked well-off and cheerful. "Sounds great! Wangwang's already drooling!"

Wangwang was here for a basic checkup and to pick up some treats. Wang Bo took him in for the exam and found nothing serious—just a few worms.

After buying Wangwang's favorite dog biscuits, Auntie Zhang asked at checkout, "Dr. Wang, why is it that Wangwang always lies on my feet and whines? It sounds like he's crying."

Wang Bo also thought it was strange, because he'd never heard of anything like this before. Sure, a little dog might lie by someone's feet every now and then—sometimes just to sleep—and even if it cried a little once or twice, that was understandable. But doing it often? That was way too weird.

Wang Bo picked up Wangwang and checked him out from every angle for a good while, but couldn't figure anything out. He set Wangwang down and said, "Auntie, wait here for a bit. I'm gonna go ask the boss."

Shen Luo was rolling up his sleeves and sweating buckets while baking biscuits. When he heard what Wang Bo said, he also found it pretty strange.

He put down what he was doing, washed his hands clean, and came out. He handed Wangwang a freshly baked biscuit, and Wangwang chomped it down in one bite, chewing it up with a loud crunch-crunch that sounded super satisfying. Auntie Zhang was so happy she gave his head a couple of big pats and praised him for being such a good boy.

Shen Luo asked Auntie Zhang to sit down. "Tell me everything in detail—what's going on exactly?"

"It's like this. Every time I sit down on the sofa, Wangwang circles around my feet barking. Sometimes he lies down on my feet and cries. I don't know why. Sometimes even comforting him doesn't help. It's like Wangwang saw something bad. Yeah, do you think maybe there's something bad in our house that's been following me around? And Wangwang saw it, so he keeps barking?"

Shen Luo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. All that stuff about unclean things and ghosts was just nonsense. Old aunties really liked to let their imaginations run wild and overthink things.

"No way. Dogs are way more simple than people. Do they even know what's clean or not?"

Auntie Zhang thought about it and said, "Yeah, that's true. Then what is it?"

Shen Luo picked Wangwang up off the floor. Wangwang looked at him, body trembling just a bit—that was from breathing. The weather was getting warmer now, which made things more uncomfortable for pets too.

Wangwang was familiar with Shen Luo, and he'd just been given a super tasty biscuit, so he had a really good impression of Shen Luo.

"Auntie, I'll take Wangwang to the office real quick. I'll come back and tell you what's going on in a bit."

Auntie Zhang understood how this worked, so she didn't object.

Shen Luo brought Wangwang into his small room, petted him, and asked what was going on.

Wangwang told Shen Luo that he thought something growing on Auntie Zhang's leg seemed really bad. It smelled awful, and he really didn't like it—that was why he acted that way.

Shen Luo was confused too. What did he mean by something growing on her leg?

He carried Wangwang back out and set him down on the sofa. "Auntie Zhang, can I take a look at your leg?"

"Left leg or right leg?"

Wangwang hadn't said, so Shen Luo had no choice but to say, "Let me see both."

Auntie Zhang pulled up her pants legs, and Shen Luo checked both sides. Her legs were smooth, the skin just a bit loose with age, but still fair.

After a while, Shen Luo finally spotted a black mole and asked, "Auntie, has this always been here?"

Auntie Zhang looked at the mole and touched it. "I don't think so? I remember not having anything on my legs before. But you know, as people get older, all kinds of spots and marks show up. I didn't really pay much attention to it."

Shen Luo nodded. "That might be what your dog's reacting to."

"This? What about it?"

Getting spots and moles on your body was totally normal, right? And it wasn't even on her face, so it didn't really matter.

Shen Luo thought for a bit, then chose his words carefully. "Some pets are really sensitive to illnesses in humans. Some are even trained to detect symptoms in patients. When something's about to happen, those pets will alert the people around them. Maybe this is kinda like that. Animals don't know what disease is, but their sense of smell is crazy sharp. There are smells we can't pick up at all, but they can."

After thinking it over, Shen Luo figured this was the best way to explain it. He wasn't totally sure, but he hoped it was just a false alarm. Still, if there really was something wrong, it'd be good to get it checked out.

Auntie Zhang said, "You mean, there's something wrong with this mole, and that's why Wangwang was crying?"

"Not necessarily crying—just a way of expressing emotion."

Auntie Zhang thought for a moment and said, "I get what you mean now."

Shen Luo nodded. "Honestly, I don't fully understand this behavior either. It's just a guess. But for your own health, you could go get it checked out. It'll give you peace of mind, right?"

Auntie Zhang was well-off and not the stingy type, so she would definitely be willing to go to the hospital for a check-up.

She felt what Shen Luo said made a lot of sense. After chatting a bit more, Auntie Zhang left with Wangwang.

Shen Luo went back to baking his biscuits.

The weather was slowly heating up, spring was gradually fading, and the pets had also started calming down. Even Duoduo and Brother Pi were more well-behaved and had stopped constantly trying to steal food. Shen Luo's days were finally a bit more relaxed.

When Xiao Chuan called, he was very supportive of Shen Luo using his homemade biscuits for the pet exhibition.

Those commercial pet food manufacturers tried to cut costs to the max—"chicken meal" could mean chicken butts, the meat might be expired, and the ingredients definitely weren't as clean or carefully selected as Shen Luo's. The nutritional ratios weren't nearly as good either. Shen Luo's biscuits were so good, even people could eat them.

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