1041 The Correct Way to Choose a Dog (1/2)

Blackie's back was to Zhang Zian, and he was excitedly pulling open the beef jerky packet. He threw the jerky into the cage piece by piece and observed the reaction of the puppies. Even though he didn't know much about dogs, he did know that competition bred the best, and he wanted to choose the strongest one out of the bunch. There was no better way to do that than with food.

Even the audience felt that there was nothing wrong with Blackie's method.

Snowy noticed that Zhang Zian clearly disapproved of Blackie's method, though. On behalf of her audience, she asked, ”Mr. Owner, is there something wrong with beef jerky? Is it too salty?”

She was considering it from the health point of view.

”That's not it. Dogs aren't as sensitive to salt as cats. And with just these few pieces of jerky, it's alright even if it's saltier. We have to talk about dose when it comes to health.” Zhang Zian rejected her guess. He had wanted to explain further, but Blackie seemed to have already made his choice.

After the beef jerky fell into the cage, a few puppies rushed forward to snatch it.

Blackie realized that one of the puppies was significantly larger than the others and was stronger than its siblings. With a nudge here and there, it had moved the rest of them out of the way and even bared its teeth to scare the other dogs into backing off. It had snatched up half of the entire packet of jerky, and the other half was left to be split amongst the rest.

One of the puppies was clearly thinner than the rest of its siblings and had been squished to the corner of the cage. It didn't manage to even snatch a bite for itself.

Blackie considered the fact that the dog that he wanted would be bearing the elements with him in the wild and would have to face all kinds of harsh conditions. The stronger the dog, the better it was. The fiercer it was, the better it was. He had planned to choose the bigger puppy.

”Boss, how much is this one?”

Ear cropping was difficult surgery, and expensive. The lady was still haggling with the doctor when Blackie asked the question. She turned back around to take a look, before putting out four fingers—4000, she meant.

For a Doberman with no proof of its lineage, 4000 wasn't an exorbitant price. It was actually reasonable.

Blackie had already made his choice, and if Zhang Zian didn't object to it, that was what he would choose.

Zhang Zian walked over, waving his hand. ”Don't rush into a decision.”

He saw that the jerky had been all consumed, so he put his hand out to the side of the cage, snapping his fingers.

The puppies had different reactions to the snap.

Some puppies didn't notice it at all and nervously stared at the crowd flitting past them. Some puppies continued looking at Blackie, hoping that he would throw in a few more pieces of jerky. The rest of them, including the one that was smaller in size, immediately stared at Zhang Zian's fingers, twitching their ears.

Zhang Zian then moved his fingers left and right randomly, constantly snapping his fingers and observing the puppies' reactions.

The difference was then further illustrated.

The puppies that hadn't looked earlier now turned to stare at the finger, and the puppies that had turned to look earlier realized that there was nothing going on, and turned their attention elsewhere. Some of them never reacted to it at all.

But the smaller puppy exhibited an extremely strong interest in the snapping. No matter where Zhang Zian moved his fingers, it followed, its desire to investigate radiating through the gap in the cage.