Chapter 225

Luke's front door was wide open, and he was standing there, looking at Goofy lying on the ground.

"I wonder if Luke has any experience with pets at all. Goofy needs rest and medication, not to be outside," I thought.

I tugged on the leash. "Come on, sweetie, let's go over there."

Samoyeds are highly sensitive to other dogs. Before I finished speaking, he had already spotted Goofy and bolted in his direction, restrained only by the leash in my hand.

Goofy, being timid, was lying there looking like a wilted flower. Hearing the commotion, he quickly opened his eyes and moved closer to Luke.

Goofy was clearly unwell and not his usual agile self. I picked up my Samoyed to keep him from disturbing Goofy, and stopped about three meters away to avoid stressing Goofy further.

Luke turned to me, "You're still up?"

"I'm walking my dog and was just about to head back." I pointed at Goofy. "He's sick and needs rest. You should wait until he feels better before taking him out."

"He's worse t