The next day, before I could get up, the breeding class leader Sun came to call me, saying that a female dog was about to give birth. She asked me to go over and help. I was still sleepy, but when I heard the news, I immediately became energetic, put on my clothes and came to the kennel.

The female dog that gave birth was a two-year-old flat-back shepherd "Kana" who was just transported from Germany last year, and it was the first time she gave birth. Squad leader Sun is a volunteer soldier and a veteran dog breeding expert. He took out his thermometer to measure the temperature of "Kana". "It's 36 degrees, it should be fast, less than, you go and get a bottle of disinfectant."

I ran all the way to the infirmary, knocked the military doctor up, took the disinfectant and ran back. At this time, "Kana" had given birth to two puppies, and Squad Leader Sun was using small scissors to deal with the umbilical cord of one of the puppies.

A newborn dog is wrapped with a membrane. First, it is necessary to clean the membrane, then clean the nasal cavity so that the puppy can breathe normally. Then it is treated, cut it and tie it tightly with a cotton rope. Apply a little disinfectant to the cut position and it is basically over.

I helped Squad Leader Sun deal with the two newborn puppies. "Kana" stared at me alertly until I felt that I had no intention of hurting its puppies, and then I retracted my vigilant gaze and gasped.

The baby "Kana" gave birth to four of them, which were basically equal in size, with black and yellow fur. He closed his eyes and arched his nipples in his arms to look for his nipples.

After waiting for more than an hour, no cub was born. We judged that the delivery was over. I ran back to the office to bring a balance and ruler, measured and recorded the puppy's weight and length, and kept a record.

Just as he was preparing to wash his hands and have breakfast, "Kana" stood up and made excretion movements again, back and bent, his back arched, and he was obviously exerting force.

The two stood outside the kennel and observed through the glass. "Kana" had a difficult time giving birth this time. She kept trembling and humming from time to time. She waited for more than half an hour but still couldn't give birth smoothly. Squad Leader Sun was anxious and ran over to help him massage his abdomen. "Kana" licked Squad Leader Sun's hand, his eyes full of gratitude and trust. This was the first time I read human emotions from a dog's eyes. Later, it still didn't work. Squad Leader Sun put on rubber gloves with his left hand, stroked "Kana"'s neck with his right hand, and reached into "Kana's birth canal with his left hand. At this time, I found that "Kana" had bared his teeth, but fortunately there was no extreme reaction.

"Come over here," Squad Leader Sun said, slowly shrank his hand, and used three fingers to clip out a puppy with a membrane. He skillfully pulled the membrane, but found that the puppy had no reaction at all. Squad Leader Sun brought a stethoscope and listened for a while, "It's good to die, so you can avoid getting an injection."

"When you get an injection, what kind of injection?" I asked in confusion.

"Look at this dog carefully," said Squad Leader Sun, handing the puppy.

I reached out to take it and found that the color of the hair above the neck of the dog was actually white, which was a serious mutation. Such a dog would definitely not be able to train and serve normally. According to management regulations, it would be euthanized.

I hate this euthanasia. If the person involved is tortured by illness and doesn't want to live, your injection is called euthanasia. If someone originally wanted to live, what's the difference between you giving someone an injection and murder?

Squad leader Sun took the camera and took a photo of the dead dog. Then he held the dead dog and shook it against the camera on the wall of the maternity house. He handed the puppy to me with his backhand, "Xiao Yu, take it out and bury it, and bury it a little further."

"Oh" I took the dead dog and left the camp with a shovel.

I walked out two miles with the dead dog on my back, found a clean place and dug a small hole. I couldn't bear to put it directly into the soil pit, so I found some leaves to cushion, and then reached out to get the dead dog. As a result, I was shocked by this, and the little thing was twitching!

I came to my senses and picked it up, and found that it had been intent to vomit. I grabbed it and opened its mouth and found a sticky ball in my throat. I stretched out my index finger and middle finger of my left hand and struggled to pull out the filth in my throat.

I felt relieved as the little guy's purple face slowly returned to normal. But then the worrying problem arose. Squad leader Sun took photos of it and showed it from the camera to prove that it was dead. Besides, this little guy's image is indeed not very good, and he has a white head. If I want to carry it back, I guess I will have to "happy" it right away.

Although it was summer, the temperature difference between morning and evening was still very large. I saw the little thing trembling so cold that I reached out and grabbed it and stuffed it into my arms.

I want to take it back, but it will die soon. If it is not sent back, someone will be exposed to the military dog. If I don’t send it back, I will be exhausted from the military. If I don’t send it back, how can I deal with it? I’m so worried.

Although the little thing was just born, it had claws, and it was urging in my arms, making me feel goosebumps all over.

"Oh, I'm not your mother." The little thing seemed to have found something similar to its target in my arms, and Hao said without hesitation.

Damn, I decided so much. I made up my mind and ran to the camp with it in my arms.

Although I ran towards the camp, I did not return to the army, but went around to the power grid isolation wall east of the army, looked around and saw that there was no one around, and broke a "y"-shaped branch from a small tree, supported the power grid on the wall, and climbed up the wall.

I quickly ran to the nearest village with my shoulders bare shoulders and carried the puppy in my clothes. As soon as I entered the village, I asked around who had a dog who had just given birth to a cub. The effort paid off. Soon I found a family. The old man and the old lady had just gotten out of the nest. I took the liberty to knock on the door of someone else and said that I was here to work. The dog at home had a puppy. The big dog died, and the puppy was almost starving to death without breastfeeding.

Although I was very sorry for deceiving the old man, I still said it touchingly. The old man just felt good and agreed happily, "Okay, I just don't know if it's allowed."

"It's okay, I have a way." To be honest, I was not sure. The so-called method was only heard from the squad leaders of the breeding class.

The old man took me to his own doghouse. When I saw it, I was stunned. Why was it a pug? Forget it, if you have milk, you are a mother. But to be honest, this nanny is really too young. I had been delaying for a long time and did it as soon as I said I could do it. I quickly took out the puppy wrapped in my clothes, reached out to grab a handful of the pug and its little puppy, and regardless of whether it was shit or pee, I wiped it on the little guy in my arms without any brains. The little guy was quite resistant.

Grass, save your life, resist it. If you don’t have the smell on others, who can make you breastfeed? After doing this, I asked the old lady to bark the big dog away and put the puppy together with several other yellow and white pugs. The little things were already open, and they looked at the guy who was scrambling in for free and eating and drinking without any hostility.

The big dog is back and sniffs everywhere. Oh my god, the critical time is finally here. If you don’t want to place an order, I will find a nurse for you. "God bless you, Tathagata bless..." This time my prayer worked. The puppy crawled and arched, and finally found the nipple and bit it. The bitch sniffed it, closed her eyes and began to sleep. A big stone in my heart finally landed on the ground.

Before leaving, I glanced at the little thing's private area, and couldn't help but think of the words of King Kong Pao, "It's a mother!"

After thanking the old man and the old lady quickly, he ran back to the outer wall of the army, turned back into the wall as usual, and ran back to the army with a shovel. "Squad Leader Sun, I'm back." I rushed to the waiting impatient Squad Leader Sun to cancel the leave.

"Why did it take so long?" Squad leader Sun's face was not good-looking, and breakfast time had passed.

"Didn't you let me bury it farther? I ran out for five or six miles." I began to lie.

"I'll let you bury it farther, you don't have to run that far. Go and have a meal, the kitchen team will leave it for us." Seeing that I was so determined to execute the order, Squad Leader Sun turned angry and happy.

The two came to the kitchen to wash their hands and started eating.

"Xiao Yu, why are you laughing?" Squad leader Sun couldn't help but ask when he saw that I kept laughing.

"Who wrote those words?" I pointed to the white paper on the oil barrel, with four large words on it "Private use is forbidden."
Chapter completed!