The Choking Dog "Come on, come on,

The Choking Dog

"Come on, come on, move it, idiot!"
Joanne beat impatiently on the steering wheel of her Mercedes sports car. How stupid to get caught up in the rush hour! She had planned to leave work early this afternoon, at three o'clock, to give herself a chance to relax and have a bath before going out to a meeting of her local tennis club. But just at ten to three a client had arrived, and it was two hours before she had finished dealing with the man. When she came out of her office, all the other staff in the Highlight Advertising Agency had already left. Now she was stuck in a traffic jam in central Birmingham at 5:30, and at 6:30 she was expected to be chairing a meeting of the tennis club. There would be no time for any hot bath.
Ahead of her, the traffic was moving at last, and she swung quickly out into the centre lane to turn right, and raced the last half-mile through the quiet suburban streets to her house. Pulling up on the driveway, she leapt out of the car and ran for the house. As she opened the door, she nearly tripped over Sheba, who was standing behind it.
"Hey, Sheba, hello," she said, bending down to stroke the large alsatian dog's head, "I've got no time for you now, but I'll take you out as soon as I get back from the tennis club."
It was then that she noticed something worrying about the dog. Sheba seemed to be coughing or choking, her stomach pumping repeatedly as if she was trying to vomit something up. She was obviously in real discomfort and could hardly breathe; her sad eyes gazed up at Joanne helplessly.
"Oh damn, this is all I need now," said Joanne to herself, dropping her briefcase and bending down to take a closer look, "a sick dog, today of all days!" On closer examination, Sheba did look very sick, and Joanne realised she would have to take her down to the vet immediately. Luckily, the vet's surgery was only a few streets away, and Joanne quickly loaded the dog, still coughing and choking, into her car for the short drive.
When she got there, the surgery was just about to close for the day. Luckily, Dr. Sterne had not left yet, and when he saw the state of Sheba, he brought her quickly into his office.
"It looks like something is stuck in her throat," said Dr. Sterne. It shouldn't take me too long to get it out."
"Listen, doctor, I'm really in a rush to get to a meeting -- can I leave her with you, and go and get changed? I'll be back in ten minutes to pick her up, then I'll take her on to the meeting with me. Is that OK?"
"Sure," said the doctor. "You get going. I'll see you in ten minutes."
Joanne jumped back into her car again, and made the quick trip round to her house in a couple of minutes. As she was once more entering the hallway, the phone on the table by the door began to ring. She picked it up, annoyed by this additional interruption to her plans.
"This is Dr. Sterne," said an anxious voice. "Is that you, Joanne?"
"Of course it's me," said Joanne, surprised at the sound of his voice, "no-one else lives here."
"I want you to get right out of that house immediately," said the doctor's voice. "Right now. I'm coming round right away, and the police will be there any time now. Wait outside for us." The phone went dead. Joanne stared at it. She was confused, but she was also a little frightened by the obvious fear in the voice of the doctor. She replaced the receiver, then quickly backed out of the door and ran into the street.
At that moment, a police car with its lights flashing swung round the corner and screeched to a stop outside the house. Two policemen got out. After briefly checking that she was the owner of the house, they ran into the house through the still open door, without explaining anything. Joanne was by now completely confused and very frightened. Then the doctor arrived.
"Where's Sheba? Is she OK?" shouted Joanne, running over to his car.
"She's fine, Joanne. I extracted the thing which was choking her, and she's OK now."
"Well what's this all about? Why are the police in my house?"
Just then, the two policemen reappeared from the house, half-carrying a white-faced figure, a man in a dark grey sweater and jeans, who, it seemed, could hardly walk. There was blood all over him.
"My God," said Joanne, "how did he get in there? And how did you know he was there?"
"I think he must be a burglar," said the doctor. "I knew he was there because when I finally removed what was stuck in Sheba's throat, it turned out to be three human fingers. I don't think he's a very happy burglar."

ผลลัพธ์ (จีน) 1:

令人窒息的狗"来吧，来吧，移动它，白痴!"乔安妮不耐烦地打在方向盘上的她奔驰跑车。多么愚蠢，在上下班高峰时间能赶上!她本打算下班早今天下午，3 上午，给自己一个机会来放松然后出门她当地网球俱乐部会议之前洗个澡。但就在十到三个客户端已经到了，和两个小时后，她已经完成和人打交道。当她走出她的办公室时，突出广告公司的其他人员都已经离开了。现在她被困在中部伯明翰交通堵塞在 5:30，并在 6:30 她预计将主持一个网球俱乐部的会议。将没有任何洗热水澡的时间。未来的她，交通最后，移动和她快速的荡到中心车道转右，跑到她家的最后一英里半穿过安静的郊区街道。拉起在车道上，她跳下车，跑为房子。当她打开门时，她几乎绊倒宫室，站在它后面。"嘿，示巴，你好，"她说，弯腰中风大狼狗狗的头，"我现在没有时间给你，但我会带你出去，尽快网球俱乐部从返回。就在那时，她注意到担心狗的东西。示巴似乎咳嗽或窒息，她的胃反复抽，如果她想要的东西吐出来。她显然是在真正的不适和几乎不能呼吸;她悲伤的眼睛紧盯着乔安妮无助。"哦该死的这是现在，一切"乔安妮对自己说，除去她的公文包并弯下腰来看一看，"病狗，今天所有的日子!"仔细观察，看上去病得很重，示巴和乔安妮意识到她会立即把她带到兽医诊所。幸运的是，兽医外科手术是只有几条街远，和乔安妮快装狗，仍然咳嗽和哽噎，进入她的车子的短的车程。她到那儿时，手术正要关闭一天。幸运的是，博士斯特恩离开不是然而，，当他看到巴状态，他把她带快速进他的办公室。"它看起来像什么东西卡在她的喉咙，"博士斯特恩说。它不应该带我太长，无法把它弄出来。"听着，医生，我真的在赶着去参加一次会议 — — 我可以把她留给你，然后去换衣服吗?我会在十分钟后回来接她，然后我会带她去和我一起参加会议。那是 OK 吗?""当然，"医生说。"你走了。我会看到你在十分钟内"。乔安妮再次跳回她的车，快去了趟圆她的房子在几分钟。当她再一次进入了走廊上，在门边桌的电话开始响。她把它捡起来，这对她的计划的额外中断所不痛快。一个焦急的声音说:"这是博士斯特恩"。"那是你，乔安妮?""当然是我，"说乔安妮，惊讶的他的声音，"无人能住在这里。"我想你马上为你那栋房子里吧，"医生的声音说道。"现在。我现在马上就过来，警察将有现在任何时间。在外面等我们。"电话打不通。乔安妮盯着它。她很困惑，但她也有点明显的恐惧，在医生的声音被吓着了。她放下话筒，迅速退出了门，然后冲到了街上。那一刻，一辆警车，其灯火闪烁在街角和紧急刹车停在房子外面。两名警察下车。简要检查后，她是这房子的主人，他们冲进房子仍然开着门，没有解释任何东西。乔安妮被现在完全迷茫和非常害怕。然后医生到达。"巴在哪里?她是 OK 吗?"喊乔安妮，跑到他的车。"她很好，乔安妮。我提取被呛得她，快的东西，她现在是确定。"好什么是什么呢?警察怎么会在我的房子?"就在这时，两名警察从房子里，再现半携带一个面色苍白的身影，一个人在黑暗的灰色毛衣和牛仔裤，，看来，几乎不能走路。到处是血他。"我的上帝，"说乔安妮，"他怎么在这里?和你怎么知道他在那里吗?""我认为他一定是一个窃贼，"医生说。"我知道他在那里，因为当我终于消除什么被困在示巴的咽喉，它原来是三人的手指。我不认为他是一个非常快乐的窃贼"。

ผลลัพธ์ (จีน) 2:

呛人的狗“来吧，来吧，移动它，白痴！” 乔安不耐烦地敲打在她的奔驰跑车的方向盘。如何愚蠢的陷入了上下班高峰期！她曾计划早早收工，今天下午，三点钟，给自己一个放松和洗澡前都要给她当地的网球俱乐部会议的机会。但是，仅仅十至3个客户端已经到来，这是前两小时，她已经处理完成的人。当她来到了她的办公室，在突出显示广告公司所有的其他工作人员已经离开。现在，她被卡在伯明翰市中心的交通堵塞在5:30和6:30，她预计将主持网球俱乐部的会议。不会有时间对任何热水澡。在她前面，交通动了，最后，她随即迅速伸到中间车道右转，并在比赛最后半英里穿过安静的郊区街道到她家。车道上拉起，她跳出了车，跑了房子。当她打开门，她差点绊倒示巴，谁站在后面。“嘿，示巴，你好，”她说，弯腰行程大的阿尔萨斯狗的头，“我没有时间让你现在，但我会带你出去，只要我得到的网球俱乐部了。“ 就在这时，她发现了一些令人担忧的关于狗。示巴似乎是在咳嗽或窒息，她的肚子抽反复，如果她想呕吐的东西了。她显然在现实的不适和几乎无法呼吸; 她哀怨的眼神凝视着在乔安妮无奈。“哦该死的，这就是我现在所需要的，”乔安妮说她自己，她的下降公文包弯腰细看，“所有的日子的病狗，今天！” 在仔细检查，示巴里里外外看了很恶心，和Joanne意识到她必须立刻送她到兽医。幸运的是，在兽医的手术只有几街之隔，和Joanne快速加载的狗，还在咳嗽，呛咳，到她的车在短短的车程。当她到了那里，手术正要关闭的一天。幸运的是，斯特恩博士没有离开然而，当他看到示巴的状态，他把她很快进入了他的办公室。“这看起来像是被卡住她的喉咙，”斯特恩博士说。它不应该带我太长时间把它弄出来。“ “ 听着，医生，我真的在赶 ​​时间去开会-我可以离开她和你在一起，一起去得到改变？我会回来的，十分钟来接她，然后我会带她到我的会议。这样可以吗？“ “当然，”医生说，“你走了。我会看到你在十分钟。“ 乔安妮跳回她的车再次，并取得了快速去圆她的房子在一两分钟。当她再次被门 ​​进入走廊，在手机上表开始响。她把它捡起来，通过这个额外的中断她的计划恼火。“这是斯特恩博士说：”一个焦急的声音。“是你吗，乔安妮？” “ 当然是我，”乔安，惊讶说：在他的声音，“没有其他人住在这里。” “ 我要你马上出来那房子马上说：”医生的声音。“眼下。我来了一轮向右走，和警察将在那里任何时候了。在外面等我们。“电话断了。乔安妮盯着它，她很困惑，但她也受到了明显的恐惧在医生的声音有点害怕。她更换接收器，然后迅速退出了门跑到大街上。这时，一辆警车与它的灯光闪烁转过身角落，尖叫屋外停了下来。两个警察下了车。经过简单检查，她是房子的主人，他 ​​们跑进房子通过还开着门，没有解释什么。乔安妮是现在完全糊涂了，非常害怕。然后，医生来了。“哪里的示巴？她是OK？“喊乔安妮，跑过来向他的车。“她很好，乔安妮。我抽出这是她窒息的东西，而她现在好了。“ “ 嗯这是什么回事？为什么警察在我家？“ 就在这时，两名警察从屋里又出现了，半背着一个白面的身影，在一个黑暗的灰色毛衣和牛仔裤的男人，谁，似乎，几乎不能走路。有血流了他。“我的上帝，”乔安妮说，“他是怎么得到的呢？而且你怎么知道他在那里？“ “ 我想他一定是一个窃贼，”医生说，“我知道他在那里，因为当我终于去掉了什么被卡在示巴的喉咙，它竟然是三个人类手指。我不认为他是一个非常幸福的窃贼。“

ผลลัพธ์ (จีน) 3:

窒息的狗，“来吧，来吧，动吧，笨蛋！”乔安妮不耐烦地打在她那辆奔驰跑车的方向盘上。在高峰时刻赶上多么愚蠢！她计划在今天下午早些时候离开工作，要给自己一个机会，在她所在的网球俱乐部的一次会议上，放松和洗澡。但就在十到三一个客户的到来，在她和那个人打交道前2个小时。当她从她的办公室出来时，所有的其他工作人员都已经离开了。现在她被困在伯明翰市中心交通拥堵，5:30，6:30她将主持网球俱乐部的会议。没有时间可以洗热水澡，最后，交通终于动了，她迅速地把车开到了中间的车道上，穿过安静的郊区的街道向她的家跑了半英里。在车道上，她从车里跳出来，跑去了。当她打开门，她差点绊倒他，站在他背后。
“嘿，示巴，你好，”她说，弯腰抚摸大宠物狗的头，“我没时间和你的现在，但我会尽快把我从俱乐部回来带你出去。”
这时她注意到一些担心小狗。他似乎在咳嗽或呛咳，她的胃抽多次好像她想呕吐的东西了。她显然是在真实的不舒服，几乎不能呼吸；她悲伤的眼睛望着乔安妮的眼睛，“噢，该死，这是我现在需要的，”乔安妮自言自语地说，把她的公文包扔下，弯下身去仔细看一看，“今天的一只病狗！”仔细检查，他看起来真的很恶心，乔安妮意识到她会带她立即去看兽医。幸运的是，兽医的手术只有几条街道，