Stray Dogs Surround Same Car Every Day, Then Someone Finally Looks Inside

Guarding something

By morning, Abby expected the dogs gone. But they weren’t. Instead, they collapsed in loose circles around the sedan, resting while keeping watch.

Their bodies angled subtly toward the car, eyes sharp despite half-closed lids. Abby sipped her coffee at the window, unease knotting in her chest. They didn’t look like strays anymore—they looked like guards, positioned for duty.