My younger brother was holding the dog, and then she shared a story about her first dog that was poisoned and told us that we wouldn’t walk the dog frequently. She said there would be many people who hate dogs and poison the dogs to death. Our country is not like other countries, treating dogs well. I thought she was right and felt she was a good person.

I looked at her again. She wore a musk and held a small dog in his arms. In summer she wore a coat, I felt that she was quite special.