"Can't keep a dog when pregnant?"

"What toxoplasmosis?"

"Is the baby so prone to deformities?!"

Just because the doctor advised her not to keep a dog during pregnancy, her husband started arguing with her, emotionally agitated and wanting to complain.

I was reborn.

In my past life, suffocation and pain struck me, and I breathed in fresh air, watching my husband, who was completely unaware of my abnormality and only arguing with the doctor.

I touched my belly absentmindedly.

It's been six months, feeling the fetal movements of my son inside me, my eyes moist with excitement.

In my past life, my one-year-old son died painfully from rabies.

Watching my frantic husband, I clenched the chair's hand, tightening it until my veins bulged.

Clearly, it was his forgetfulness to tie the rope, which allowed the black dog to enter the room and bite the child who was still asleep. He feared that I would not let him keep a dog because of this incident, so he hid it.

Even when I found symptoms of hydrophobia and photophobia in the child, he misled me into thinking it was just a cold. After the child died, faced with my questioning, he flew into a rage of shame and blamed me for not taking care of the child, losing control and physically abusing me to death.

Remembering all the things from my past life, I clenched my fist tightly, controlling my hatred.

I can't let him die so easily...

He doesn't deserve to!

"Doctor, I also like dogs, it's okay."

I adjusted my emotions, linking arms with my husband. The doctor was stunned, looking at us, "Didn't you just ask me to persuade your husband..."

I smiled calmly:

"Since my husband doesn't want to, it's okay. In fact, it's good to have a few dogs at home to guard the yard."

"What nonsense doctor!"

"If I knew you couldn't keep a dog when pregnant, I definitely wouldn't have let you get pregnant!"

As we left the hospital, my husband continued to grumble.

"Then, why don't you just abort this child?"

"We already have a boy and a girl! What else does he need to do?"

With a serious expression, my husband seemed to treat our golden retriever and teddy as if they were really his children.

In my past life, hearing these words shook me deeply. I had a big fight with him, as he deliberately bought that Rottweiler, wanting our son to have a deformity and miscarry.

After our son was born safely, the puppy didn't have enough milk, and he said that dog formula wasn’t nutritious, making me give the dog my breast milk while our son drank cheap formula.

He was reluctant to buy me nutritional supplements during my postpartum recovery, but gave the dog imported canned food...

Since he loves dogs so much, I will definitely fulfill this small wish of his, so that when he dies, there will be a smile on his face...