In the United States, the trend of treating pets as people is mainly aimed at cats and dogs. Owners are very willing to spend money on them, and basically they will not buy them from pet stores.
The cost of keeping animals alive in pet stores is very high, and the market demand is very small. They only account for 6% of the retail pet market in the United States. Many successful pet stores no longer sell animals, but instead sell pet accessories and animal-related peripheral products.
After Andy got a general understanding of the pet stores near Los Angeles, he couldn't help but complain, "There are no pets in the pet store. It's really funny."
There was no other way but to call Carl and ask where he could buy a dog. After he finished explaining the matter, Carl was silent for a moment while holding the phone. Then he said in a serious tone, "Hey, Andy, if you really want to have a dog, I suggest you adopt one."
"Hey, MEN, I understand that adoption should be used instead of buying and selling, but I need puppies, understand? Puppies with pure bloodlines. Pet rescue centers don't have the breed I need!" Andy explained with a frown, while searching for photos of dogs on Google.
"Well, if you want a purebred dog, you need to go directly to a kennel. As for ordering from a pet store, I don't recommend that. Although the procedures for purchasing from a kennel are a bit cumbersome, it's worth it." Carl rolled his eyes helplessly. He really didn't know how to refute Andy's idea. Maybe this job would fall on him again in the end. "Forget it, just tell me what breed you want, and don't worry about the rest."
"Haha, that's great, buddy, thank you very much." Andy smiled and thanked Carl when he heard that Carl was going 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." Carl asked with a sigh.
"Pit bull, I want two pit bulls!" Andy thought of the video of a pit bull biting a Tibetan Mastiff to death that he had seen in his previous life, and shouted excitedly without hesitation.
"NO! Damn it, absolutely not! Shit, I knew you were a trouble, a big trouble!" Hearing Andy's words, Carl's fat face showed an expression of fear, and he roared in frustration.
"You simply don't understand. A novice like you can't raise a pit bull well. If you raise them well, they're angels, but if you don't, they're demons. They're naturally aggressive and represent trouble! I refuse. You should consider a Labrador or a Golden Retriever. If that doesn't work, a Siberian Husky would work."
"No, no, Carl, listen to me..." Andy was a little surprised to hear Carl's roar, and couldn't help but explain anxiously why he refused to help.
"NO! Andy, you need to listen to my advice on this matter. You must not keep a pit bull. If you insist on doing so, I will call your mother!" Carl interrupted Andy and threatened with a grim expression.
"Shit! I... Damn it, you can't do that! It's my freedom to raise whatever kind of dog I want!" Andy was angry at the fat man's shameless trick.
"Andy, listen to me. This is your first time raising a dog. You don't have any experience and knowledge about dog raising. What you need is a docile dog, not a pit bull. That would be a disaster. Believe me, please believe me!" Carl persuaded earnestly. He didn't want to confront Andy to prevent angering Andy and causing him to rebel.
"You... Shit! Okay, you win. I can give up the pit bull for now. Then my second choice is a Doberman Pinscher. I want two purebred puppies and a Bengal cat!" Andy did not insist and accepted Carl's persuasion. However, he still chose another fierce dog. After that, he hung up the phone without giving Carl any chance to speak.
Listening to the busy tone coming from the microphone, Carl was about to cry. Doberman? Well, Doberman is an acceptable choice. It is of medium size and compact structure.
Bengal cats are powerful and muscular, possessing great endurance and speed, elegant appearance, confident attitude, noble temperament, bravery, loyalty and obedience. But what exactly is a Bengal cat?
Having such a capricious boss is really a headache. He rubbed his bald head, took out his phone and started looking through the address book, found one of the numbers and dialed it.
"Hello, Derek, it's Carl."
"Hey, man, I've heard a lot about you lately. How can I help you?" As a Hollywood news whistleblower, Drexel naturally understood that Carl would not call him for no reason.
"Well, there is something going on. Do you know anyone who breeds Dobermans?"
"Hey, man, I'm Drexel. Los Angeles is my territory. Believe me, there's nothing Drake can't solve. But a purebred Doberman isn't cheap."
Carl listened to the other party's bragging, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes. Although he didn't think much of these local middlemen who made a living by selling information, sometimes he really couldn't do without them. All kinds of messy information could be obtained from these people, saving a lot of trouble.
"Price is not an issue. We must ensure pure bloodline, excellent appearance, complete documentation, and two healthy cubs!"
Hearing Karl's request, Derek patted his chest and assured that there was no problem. Karl still believed in his credibility, and then asked, "By the way, do you know Bengal cats?"
"Of course, this cat is a hybrid bred in captivity, and the breeding process is not very humane, but it is famous for its unique markings and shimmering, silky fur."
Carl curled his lips. It was really ridiculous to hear such high-sounding words from a man like Drake who only cared about money.
"Hey, man, no matter how inhumane the breeding process is, I want one. Quality guaranteed, okay?"
"Haha, of course no problem. They were created to please us humans. Leave it to me. I will get it done as soon as possible."
Karl hung up the phone with a sarcastic sneer on his face. His compassion just now was just a joke. For these people, shamelessness is their motto as long as they can make money.
As the bright sun that shines unscrupulously on the earth slowly sets in the west, the tentacles of the rosy glow extend to many corners, covering the green mountains, beaches and sea water with a layer of red gauze, which is extremely charming.
Andy was wearing only a pair of colorful beach pants, lying leisurely on a beach chair. Next to him was a small round table with a three-color cocktail on it. He took a sip from time to time facing the sunset, looking very leisurely.
Because Liu Yan had taken leave to go home to visit her grandson who had a fever, after finding a nice restaurant for lunch, he drove to Santa Monica Beach to enjoy the sun, sand, waves, and admire the charming bikini babes. Looking at the beauties of different skin colors was really dazzling.
Because he was bored and didn't want to write, he was so idle that he didn't know how to spend the day. Unexpectedly, he just wanted to take a walk on the beach after dinner, but he spent a relaxing and interesting afternoon in Santa Monica.
The 21-year-old Andy could finally buy alcohol generously. After drinking the tenth cocktail, his face was a little red. Although he was not drunk, he was still a little tipsy and exhaled a breath of foul air.
It was the height of summer, and there were quite a lot of tourists on the beach. The small town in the distance was already ablaze with lights, and Third Street was crowded with people, noisy, crowded and noisy. Andy got up from the beach chair at the open-air bar, and in his flip-flops, he staggered through the crowd, crossed the pier, came to the beach, found an open space, and sat down in a free and casual posture, listening to the girls' youthful laughter and the noise of the naughty kids running back and forth, releasing their childish innocence.
Maybe it was the alcohol that stimulated it, but Andy seemed to feel out of tune with his surroundings at this moment. It was as if he was the only one standing still, while the people around him were moving at an indescribable speed, in an endless stream. He felt inexplicably lonely.
Some problems cannot be solved by simply avoiding them. Although the souls have merged, it is still Song Dawei's soul that occupies this body. Many memories from the previous life will still appear from time to time to bother him. Some emotions cannot be forgotten just by saying so.
This feeling is really annoying!
Andy woke up from that strange feeling, felt his cheeks were cold, and two lines of tears flowed out without him knowing when.
"Nah, being a hipster is a disease, it needs to be cured!"
After calming down, I looked around. Most of the people were gathered in groups of three or five, chatting and laughing. A few meters away, a young man and woman were playing around, and there was a guitar next to the man.
Andy's eyes lit up and he stood up and walked over.
"Hey man, can I borrow your guitar?"
The couple who were laughing softly raised their heads and looked over in the light. When they saw that it was a handsome guy with a charming smile and great friendliness, the girl readily handed the guitar to Andy without any intention of asking her boyfriend's opinion.
"Thank you. I'm just over there. Sorry to bother you." Andy took the guitar and thanked him.
The man looked at his infatuated girlfriend speechlessly, gave Andy a helpless expression, and shrugged, "It's okay."
He distanced himself from the couple, sat down cross-legged, and gently plucked the strings a few times.
Little Andy has been learning piano and guitar since he was a child. Although he is not very good at it, he has reached a proficient level.
In addition, during his college years, Song Dawei also studied hard to show off and pick up girls, so Andy now knows more guitar songs than piano songs. Of course, most of them are Chinese songs.
The strings were plucked slowly, and the beautiful melody of Titanic's "My Heart Will Goon" sounded. It was not an passionate performance, but just a gentle plucking, flowing like a stream, very elegant and intoxicating.
In fact, the version he played was the classical guitar version. When he saw the video, he started practicing without hesitation. After a lot of hard work, he was able to play it with a different flavor.