But in her heart, she wasn't optimistic about the situation.
After all, the mother dog had wolf's blood in her; she was afraid its wild nature would be difficult to tame.
She worried it was cunning and would wait for them to lower their guard before striking a vicious blow—a consequence they couldn't possibly bear.
Zhao Jing understood her concerns. "Let's just keep our distance for now," he said. "We'll go to the backyard less often and try to keep the dog from coming to the front. We'll give it some time and see what happens."
But deep down, Zhao Jing was optimistic about keeping the mother and her pup.
Dogs are the type of animal that knows gratitude.
They hadn't done the mother dog any great favors; they hadn't even given her medicine. But they had taken her scrawny little pup and raised it until it was as chubby as a piglet. The mother dog wasn't blind. She could see that...
