我曾有一条狗,名叫“球球”。它死在了那个盛夏的中午。我永远都忘不了那一天。我牵着它出去散步,看见马路对面有报刊亭,想起出门时,爸爸叮嘱我帮他买一份报纸,便想牵着球球过马路去买报纸。可谁知,它纹丝不动。我回头一看,它正目不转睛地盯着旁边一家炸鸡店。一定是炸鸡的香味吸引了它,这只小馋狗!我笑着蹲下来,摸摸它的头,说:“那你就在这儿享受美”味“吧,我先去买报纸,回来给 I used to have a dog named ”ball“. It died at midday of that summer. I will never forget that day. I took it out for a walk, saw the newsstand across the road, think of going out, my father told me to help him buy a newspaper, they would like to hold the ball across the road to buy the newspaper. Who knows, it does not move. I looked back and stared intently at a fried chicken shop next to it. Must be the flavor of fried chicken attracted it, this greedy dog! I smiled and squat down, touch it’s head, said: ”Then you enjoy the United States “ taste ”, I will go buy Newspaper, come back