Please enter the text. In the United States, the trend of treating pets as humans is mainly aimed at cats and dogs. Owners are very willing to spend money on them. Basically, they will not go to pet stores to buy them.
The cost of raising live animals in pet stores is very expensive, and the market demand is also very small. They only account for 6% of the US retail pet market. Many successful pet stores no longer sell animals, but sell pet accessories and animal-related peripheral products. .
After John had a general understanding of the pet stores around Los Angeles, he couldn't help but complain, "There are no pets in pet stores. It's really funny."
There was no other way but to call Kurt and ask Kurt where he could buy a dog. After finishing the matter, Kurt held the phone and was silent for a moment, and said in a serious tone: "Hey, John, if you really want to get a dog, I suggest You go and adopt."
"Hey, men, I understand that adoption should be used instead of buying and selling, but I need puppies, do you understand? There are pure-blooded puppies. There are no pet rescue centers that have the breed I need!"
John explained with a frown, while searching Google for pictures of dogs.
"Well, if you want to buy a purebred dog, you need to go directly to the kennel. As for ordering from a pet store, I don't recommend you do that. Although the purchase procedure from the kennel is a bit cumbersome, it is worth the money."
Kurt rolled his eyes helplessly. He really didn't know how to refute John's idea. Maybe this job would have to fall on him in the end. "Forget it, you better tell me what breed you want. The rest Just leave it alone."
"Haha, that's great, man, thank you very much." John smiled and thanked Kurt when he heard that he was about to take over.
"Hey, what breed do you want? Top kennels will screen dog buyers. They will ask a lot of questions to judge the other party's level. If you go there, you will easily be rejected or looked down upon."
Kurt asked with a slight sigh.
"Bit, I want two pit bulls!" John thought of the video he saw in his previous life of Bit biting a Tibetan mastiff to death, and shouted excitedly without hesitation.
"No! Damn it, absolutely not! Shet, I knew you were trouble, a big trouble!"
Hearing John's words, Kurt's fat face showed an expression of fear, and he roared angrily.
"You simply don't understand that a novice like you can't raise a pit bull well. That kind of dog is an angel if raised, but a devil if not raised. It is naturally aggressive and represents trouble! I refuse, you should consider pulling it out. A Brad Retriever or a Golden Retriever or even a Siberian Husky will do."
"No, no, Kurt, listen to me..." John was a little surprised to hear Kurt's roar, and couldn't help but be a little anxious to explain his refusal to help.
"No! John, you need to listen to my advice on this matter. You must not keep pit bulls. If you insist on doing this, I will call your mother to tell you!"
Kurt interrupted John's words and threatened with an ugly expression.
"Shit! I... damn, you can't do that! I'm free to raise whatever kind of dog I want!" John was angry at Fatty's shameless tricks.
"John, listen to me. It's your first time raising a dog. You have no experience and no knowledge about raising dogs. What you need is a dog with a gentle personality, not a pit bull. That would be a disaster. Trust me, Please believe me!"
Kurt persuaded him earnestly. He did not want to confront John and prevent him from irritating John and causing rebellious psychology.
"You... Shit! Well, if you win, I can stop raising pit bulls first. Then my second choice is Doberman Pinscher. I want two pure-blooded pups, and one Bengal cat!"
John did not persist and accepted Kurt's persuasion. However, he still chose another type of fierce dog. After speaking, he hung up the phone without giving Kurt any chance to speak.
Listening to the busy tone from the phone, Kurt was about to cry, Dubin?
Well, the Doberman is an acceptable choice.
He is of medium stature, compact in structure, muscular and powerful, with great endurance and speed, elegant in appearance, confident in attitude, noble in temperament, brave, loyal and obedient.
But what the hell is a Bengal cat?
Having such a willful boss is really a headache. He touched his bald head, took out his cell phone and started looking through his address book. He found one of the numbers and dialed it.
"Hi, Derek, I'm Kurt."
"Hey man, I've been hearing a lot about you lately. How can I help you?"
Drexel, who is a big news eater in Hollywood, naturally knew that Kurt would not call him for no reason.
"Well, there is indeed something going on. Do you have any acquaintances from the Doberman Pinscher kennel that you are familiar with?"
"Hey, man, I'm Drexel, and Los Angeles is my territory. You have to believe that there's no problem that Drake can't solve. However, pure-blooded Dobermans are not cheap."
Kurt listened to the other party's bragging, with a flash of disdain in his eyes. Although he didn't think much of such local snake middlemen who relied on selling information, sometimes he really couldn't do without them. All kinds of messy information can be obtained from these Get it from the population, saving a lot of trouble.
"Price is not an issue. We must ensure pure blood, excellent appearance, complete certificates, and two healthy cubs!"
Upon hearing Kurt's request, Derek patted his chest and assured that there was no problem. Kurt still believed in his credibility, and then asked: "By the way, do you know about Bengal cats?"
"Of course, this kind of cat is a artificially bred hybrid, and the breeding process is not very humane, but it is famous for its unique markings and shimmering silky fur."
Kurt curled his lips, it was really ridiculous to hear such high-sounding words from a man like Drake who only cares about money.
"Hey, man, no matter how inhumane the breeding process is, I want one, and the quality is guaranteed, okay?"
"Haha, of course there is no problem. They were born to please us humans. Leave it to me and I will get it done as soon as possible."
Kurt hung up the phone with a sarcastic sneer on his lips. The compassion just now was just a joke. As long as they make money, shamelessness is their motto.
When the bright sun that shines unbridled on the earth slowly sets in the west, the tentacles of the rays of rays extend to many corners, covering the green hills, beaches, and sea water with a layer of red gauze, which is particularly charming.
John was only wearing a pair of colorful beach shorts. He was lying leisurely on a beach chair. There was a small round table next to him with a three-color cocktail on it. He took a sip from time to time and faced the sunset. He was very leisurely. .
Because Liu Yan took leave to go home to visit her grandson who had a fever, and after finding a good restaurant for lunch, he drove to Santa Monica Beach, enjoying the sun, sand, waves, and admiring the charming hotties in bikinis. The beautiful women with different skin colors are really dizzying.
Because he was bored and didn't want to code, he was really a little too busy and didn't know how to spend the day. Unexpectedly, he originally just wanted to take a walk on the beach after dinner, but instead spent a leisurely and interesting time in Santa Monica. one afternoon.
The 21-year-old John was finally able to buy wine generously. After drinking the tenth cocktail, his face was a little red. Although he was not drunk, he was still a little tipsy and let out a breath of turbidity.
It was midsummer, and there were a lot of tourists on the beach. The small town in the distance was already brightly lit, and the three streets were crowded with people, noisy, crowded and noisy. John got up from the beach chair at the open-air bar, wearing flip-flops and swaying. I walked through the crowd, crossed the trestle, and came to the beach. I found an open space and sat down in a free and casual posture, listening to the youthful laughter of the girls and the naughty children running back and forth to release their innocence. The sound of slapstick.
I don't know if it was the stimulation of alcohol. At this moment, John seemed to feel that he was out of tune with the surrounding environment. It seemed that he was the only one standing still. The people around him were moving at an indescribable speed. The flow was endless, and he felt Feeling inexplicably lonely.
Some problems cannot be solved by avoiding them. The souls are fused, but after all, John's soul mainly occupies this body. Many memories from the previous life will still appear to bother him from time to time. Some emotions cannot be forgotten without forgetting. of.
This feeling is really annoying!
John woke up from that strange feeling, felt his cheeks were cold, and two lines of tears flowed out of his mouth at some point.
"Nah, literary youth is a disease and it needs to be cured!"
After gathering my emotions, I looked around. Most of them were gathered together in groups of three or five, talking and laughing. A few meters away, a young man and woman were having fun. There was a guitar next to the man.
John's eyes lit up, he stood up and walked over.
"Hey man, can I borrow your guitar?"
The couples who were whispering raised their heads and looked over with the help of the light. When they saw a handsome guy with a charming smile and full of affinity, the girl happily handed the guitar to John without any intention of soliciting Boyfriend opinion meaning.
"Thank you. I'm just standing by. Sorry to bother you." John took the guitar and thanked him.
The man looked at his nymphomaniac girlfriend speechlessly, showed a helpless expression to John, shrugged and said, "It doesn't matter."
He put a little distance away from the couple, sat down cross-legged, and gently plucked the strings a few times.
It turns out that little John has been learning piano and guitar since he was a child. Although he is not very good, he has reached the level of proficiency.
In addition, when he was in college, John also studied hard for the purpose of pretending to be attractive to girls, so John now knows many more guitar repertoire than piano.
Of course, most of them are Chinese songs.
The strings were slowly plucked, and the beautiful melody of "My Heart Will Go On" by the Titanic sounded. It was not an exciting performance, but a gentle pluck, flowing like a stream. It was very elegant and intoxicating.
In fact, the version he played was a classical guitar version. When he saw the video, he started practicing hard without hesitation. After a lot of hard work, he got a different taste.