It was midday when I found a small, chubby country dog near the construction site. It was incredibly cute. I played with it for a while, then let it go. After all, there weren't any stray dogs around, and the owner must have been very worried about their lost puppy.
I was wondering if the dog would come back to play with me the next day, but it never returned. A few days later, I went to eat lunch during my break, and when I came back, I saw this:
The little dog I was teasing earlier has somehow come back, probably looking for me, covered in mud! It's completely unrecognizable as a dog! Its soaking wet little body is shivering in the wind, utterly exhausted, just wanting to close its eyes and sleep! Seeing this breaks my heart: Did you come all this way just to find me?
Without a word, I picked up the dog and went to the excavator. I found an old piece of clothing to dry the dog off; it was so dirty and small, I didn't dare do anything else. I put it at my feet and started working. The little dog was already exhausted and had fallen asleep; it slept the whole time I was working!
After get off work, I went to a pet store to bathe and check up the dog. I figured it probably wasn't a stray, but regardless, I should try to find its owner. So I searched everywhere for its owner. Meanwhile, the dog quietly kept me company as I dug! Don't worry, whether I find your owner or not, I'll keep you company even if I have to drive an excavator!
Finally, we found its owner, paid the money, and bought the dog. Now we commute to get off work together: I'll drive an excavator to support you!
