Chen Afu leaned out of the window and vaguely saw that a young dog was tied to the other end of the rope. The dog was completely wet, hanging from the rope by two feet with its head tilted down, as if it was dead.
Chen Afu hurriedly pulled the puppy into the window, wrapped it in a piece of the cloth from the bed, and said, "Oh dear, you've almost killed this puppy. Is this how you brought it back from the mountains?" She scolded, "You little thing, don't you know how to be gentle?"
Jin Yanzi chirped, "Don't worry Mom, it won't die. If I put it in space for a little bit, it will recover." With that, she went into space.
Seeing that Dabao was still sleeping heavily, Chen Afu held the puppy and entered space. She wiped the puppy's fur dry. It was a beautiful little dog, about three to four months old, with a white and gray coat. It was shivering, probably from a mix of cold and fear.
