In recent days, the owner had taken a ride to play by the roadside in the morning and a stray dog had arrived. It looks like it's skinny and throws some dry food. I can't believe the dog left after eating. The blogger tried to throw it away several times and stopped him to eat and sneak away, but the dog came up every time.
The highland road was full of rubble, and the owner was slow to ride, but he didn't give up. It learns to help in the evening while plaguing the tent, touching the Lord's tools with its front claws. It sleeps outside the tent at night, probably guarding things for the Boss. The next morning, when he packed his luggage, he found something wrong. The dog was limping, and he was hugged and he was bleeding.
The blogger has to get help from her motorbike sister. She came to pick up the dog on her bike, but the dog didn't get in the car and had to follow him. My sister spent half an hour trying to get the dog on the pedal. When the dogs arrived, they jumped and ran at the owner, and the little sister said it ignored her.
Finally, say good-bye to my little sister. The dog's always stuck to the blogger. She said that she wanted to meet a dog that was so human and that the owner wanted to continue riding to the next station, but the dog couldn't walk. We can only take the dog home for the wounds and plan to leave later. The dog's been licking the boss's hand in the car.