对面楼栋有个养狗户,养了条狼狗。自我十年前搬来至今,想来那狗已是年近古稀,它的毛色不再锃亮,狗毛也稀稀落落垂耷在松弛的狗皮上.见人的目光没了力度,就好像前朝的老将军,没了威风,倒落了个寒碜。每次不多的瞥眼见它,我总要唏嘘几下。想到十年前第一次见它,那时候它还是只壮年乃至青年狼狗,盘桓在养狗爷爷十坪左右的院子里,左右地踱着步,时不时攀到阳台连接院落的楼梯上,注目行人。看见生人,总要凶着嗓子吼上几声,胆大的生人,会迎着它骂骂咧咧几句:这狗好烈:胆小的,如孩提时的我,总会加 Opposite a dog house, raise a dog. Since I moved in ten years ago, I thought that the dog was already near-old age, its coat no longer shiny, and dog hair was hanging down on the loose dog skin. The old generals, no authority, down a chilly. I see a few glimpses of it every time I see it. Think of it for the first time ten years ago to see it, when it was still only young and even young dogs, lurking in the yard dog Grandpa Ping around, walked around, from time to time climb the balcony connected to the courtyard stairs, the attention of pedestrians . See strangers, always a foul throat roar on how often, bold students, will greet it a few words: This dog is fierce: timid, as a kid, I always add