335 It's not a dog1

She placed the basket and the tray next to the table and crouched down to look at the little guy, stroking its flat belly, "You must be hungry."

"Woo woo..." It couldn't speak, only whine.

After she took it out of the basket yesterday, she picked up some dried grass from the woodpile, layered it about two fingers thick, placed it in the corner of the secondary bedroom, and covered it with a piece of unwanted cloth to create a simple nest for the dog.

Perhaps it was injured, and tired as well.

When she threw it into the nest, it slept there ever since.

Just now, it unexpectedly went to the riverbank to meet her. It must have smelled her scent and followed it there.

Yesterday, she even took the time to cook a small bowl of rice soup and placed it by the dog's nest. When she went to the secondary bedroom, she discovered that the bowl of rice soup was already empty.