The dogs walked in perfect formation, without looking around, sniffing, barking, or even blinking. The crowd began to whisper among themselves.

“Is that normal?” an elderly man on a bench asked.
The man with the dogs lifted his hood slightly and smiled faintly as he glanced around. His eyes were soft but pale, and he looked weary. He bent down toward one of the dogs, causing the tense onlookers to step back quickly—but from the dog’s chest came a soft whimper.

A teenager holding a phone moved closer to record and asked,
“Sir, is everything okay? The dogs seem unwell…”

The man sighed deeply and, in a quiet voice, replied,
“No, they’re not sick… they’ve been saved. They were abandoned, abused, and ill. I found them in a