"Hi, orange!"

"Come to play with Ren again?"

The community where Diesel's family lives is called Fox Hill, which is a relatively good community in Orange County. Although it has been built for decades, each house is a unique family, separated by a bush about one meter high.

After easily drilling through the gap between the low trees, Ron came to another lawn that had not yet been trimmed and was more than twenty centimeters deep. The slender blades of grass covered Ron's body, revealing only a thick and long tail with orange markings, like an orange flagpole.

Naturally, such a striking trace was immediately taken by the owner of the lawn and the owner of the bully dog, Sean Conner, who saw the chubby old black man grinning and greeting Ron, then blew a loud whistle, and immediately a muscle monster rushed out of the kennel on the other side of the lawn.

A box-like big head, a short and strong body, a huge massech muscle, and a strong chest muscle. Although he is not tall, his vicious appearance can definitely scare children to cry. But who would have thought that such a fierce and vicious guy was a good old dog who likes children, is easy to get along with, and is kind and friendly?

"Meow!"

Ready to set off!

Just like a submarine, Ron passed through the lawn, his furry tail swept over the chin of the bully dog ​​Rennes. The bully dog ​​Rennes immediately seemed to have received an order. He tried to raise his square head, close his legs together, raise his chest and buttocks, and make a look of being prepared at all times.

When Ron was first adopted by the Diesel family, Rennes was not like this. Whenever he saw Ron passing by, Rennes would roar wildly, pulling the iron chains rustled.

This made Ron very unhappy - before he got sick, he was the fighting king at the school. Even if he became a cat, he would still be soft but not hard!

So during that period, every morning after the old black man went out, Ron would quietly pass through the bushes and fight Rennes - from the beginning, to the equal match, to the ease of beating down the other party, Ron completed the training of Rennes, the bully dog, in half a month.

"Orange, don't let Rennes fight, and don't come back too late!"

Seeing Ren's position standing attentively, Sean Connor naturally knew what would happen next. He smiled and asked, "Yeah, bent down and unbuttoned Ren's dog leash."

"Meow!"

no problem!

Nodding at the chubby old black man, Ron picked up the dog chain on the ground, kicked his hind legs, and easily jumped on Renne's broad back. Then Ron's thick and long tail slapped hard on the bully's back, so the muscle tank under him immediately ran!

"Orange, come back early!"

Sean Connor's voice was still echoing behind his back. Ron had closed his eyes comfortably and enjoyed the gentle evening breeze of autumn. Although he was short and thick, Renn was running slowly, but he was much more stable than ordinary dogs. If we follow the wind speed metaphor studied by Japanese in previous life, Ron was probably enjoying the soft touch of A CUP at this moment.

Such a Mercedes-Benz also made Rennes feel very comfortable with his tongue hanging down - Sean Connor is over the age of being able to exercise vigorously and cannot accompany Rennes to perform large amounts of exercise, so only when Ron arrives can Rennes run as much as he wants.

"Look, Diesel's oranges are starting to have a ride again!"

Seeing Ron standing on Renn's back and enjoying himself, the people who saw him on the road couldn't help but smile - since Ron became the pet of the Diesel family, such things happened every now and then, and the people of Fox Hill have become accustomed to it.

“MUM, look!”

"The oranges started to march again, followed by Sasha, Barty..."

The child who was about to fall asleep leaped in front of the windowsill on the second floor and watched the cat and dog group run by. As Renn ran, he followed several small barking pet dogs behind him.

As for the owners of these pet dogs, they stood on their own lawn, smiling as their babies followed Renn's steps - they were as old as Renn's owners, and they had no energy to walk with their dogs. The only time is there to let them run as much as possible.

"Bang!"

Rennes, it's time to turn around!

After enjoying the fun of a while, I saw the junction between Fox Hill Community Avenue and Deer Wood Community Avenue appearing in front. Ron's left front paw gently patted Ren's brain. The middle seam of the American Overlord's skull was extremely obvious and deeply sunken, dividing the skull into obvious left and right halves. The place where Ron fell to his palm was Ren's left half of his head.

"Wang!"

A dull barking rang underneath, followed by a slight stall—with the left front paw as the axis, muscle Tancreon made a graceful drift on Fox Hill Community Avenue, taking a group of followers to turn around.

With Renn's turn, more than a dozen pairs of faint eyes slowly disappeared in the bushes on both sides of Lumu Community Avenue...

…………

"Thank you, Renn, and Orange!"

"Thank you, little cutie!"

On the way back, Ron signaled Renn to slow down and send the pet dogs following behind him back to their respective owners one by one. In addition to harvesting words of thanks, there are also various small gifts: freshly baked cookies, cupcakes, puddings, hot dogs, and even the owner of the fox dog Barty, Grandma Sally gave an entire Orleans pistol leg.

These gifts were placed in a paper bag provided by another old man, held by Renn. It was not until he returned to Sean Conner's house that Ron pulled out the big chicken legs from the paper bag and pushed them in front of Renn.

“Meow!”

This is yours, eat it!

If the opponent wants to give both kindness and power, there is no reward for using the dog. How can you convince the dog?

Seeing Renn eat the big chicken legs in a few bites, Ron took the paper bag into the gap in the bushes and hid it, then returned to Sean. Connor jumped high in front of the door, and slapped hard on the doorbell.

"Dingling ~"

The crisp doorbell rang, and the door opened in more than ten seconds - the old black man obviously had been waiting in the living room to react so quickly.

"Thank you, Orange!"

He bent down with a smile to rub the head of the fat orange cat squatting in front of the door, but he felt empty--Ron dodged. Except for the Diesel family, Ron has no habit of letting others touch him for the time being.

Sean Conner was not disappointed when he didn't rub Ron's cat's head - after all, he didn't want to rub it once or twice, but he just didn't succeed once.

He slowly walked down the steps and walked towards the kennel - the bully dog ​​Rennes was already squatting beside the kennel with his dog ties in his mouth. Seeing the owner coming, he moved a few steps to put the kennel into the kennel, and then he turned around and crawled into the kennel and lay down comfortably.
Chapter completed!