To walk a pug

I am her number one favourite street buddy, definitely. 

Every evening if my mom takes out the leash, she ducks under the chair, under the table, or under the bed.

When the leash is on my hand, she would come out and greet it, bark in a happy manner and breathe heavily.

I guess I win her heart by giving her more freedom on the street.

She would jump over the drain cover to save her feets from trapping in there, even the holes on it are tiny. She would bark against other dogs from far but she never dared to get close. She doesn't know how to enter a moving escalator, but she knows how to leave. She would lie down flat on floor upon return to the lift lobby in summer. Because the lobby is air-conditioned and the floor is made of stone.

These things repeat and repeat, but I never feel bored, I like her accompnay.