Sometimes, curious glances would be cast their way.
It was indeed a peculiar sight: one big dog and one small dog, each with a massive leaf perched on their heads, almost completely covering their eyes, as if they believed such camouflage would make them invisible to the world.
But people only spared them a look before driving on. No one stopped their car.
Goldie walked in the front. When it raised its head, the leaf on its head would tilt slightly backward, just enough for it to see the road ahead.
Roly followed closely behind, panting heavily, both hot and tired.
"Almost there, almost there,"
Goldie trotted ahead with a jaunty little stride, brimming with joy.
The midday sun had risen to its zenith, glaring fiercely and baking the earth. The bare asphalt road shimmered with heat, distorting the scenery like a bizarre mirage.
There were hardly any cars on the road, and not even a hint of a breeze.
