"Don't shake it, don't shake it, all the filth is flying out." Seeing this, the man quickly pulled the golden retriever back with a look of disgust.

The dog's wagging tail stopped, but the smile on its face didn't fade.

It carried food in its mouth, its eyes filled with gratitude as it watched the departing man.

Only after the man had completely walked away did the dog put down the food it was carrying in its mouth and eat it.

At this moment, a man and a woman stood in front of it.

The stray dog ​​instinctively looked up at the two humans in front of it.

It seemed to realize that it was blocking other people's way.

It picked up the unfinished food and turned to leave.

"Don't go, I have something delicious to eat."

Upon hearing this, the stray dog ​​immediately stopped and then smiled happily.

The tail that had just started wagging stopped, seemingly because it remembered what the man had just said.

After peeling the sausage, I handed it to the stray dog.

But the stray dog ​​took two steps back and looked at the ground again.

It seems to be implying to the other that it cannot eat what others are holding, but can only eat what is on the ground.

The boy understood its implication and placed the sausage on the ground.

The stray dog ​​then happily began to eat heartily.

Just when it was enjoying its meal, the other person tried to reach out and touch it.

The stray dog ​​quickly dodged the other person's touch.

It stared at the other's hand, which was suspended in mid-air.

His eyes were filled with longing...

But it knows.

It's dirty.

Nobody would want to touch it.

It doesn't want to get the hands of kind people dirty.

So it dodged it.

Then, the hand that was hovering in mid-air reached out and stroked its head.

The stray dog ​​hasn't been petted in a long time.

A few tears seemed to glisten in her dim eyes.

The boy squatted down in front of it and gently stroked its head with both hands.

"Would you like to come home with me?" he asked gently.