The friends were relaxing on the beach when a dog ran up to them and began barking loudly: suddenly one of the women turned pale, looking carefully at the dog’s fur 😨😱
Five women, longtime friends, sat comfortably on wide blankets under the soft sun of a summer day. They enjoyed a well-deserved rest — they joked, told each other the latest news, sometimes they simply fell silent, peering into the horizon.
Nearby in a basket lay homemade treats — cookies, fruits, soft drinks. The women laughed and had fun.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a medium-sized mongrel with wary eyes and disheveled fur ran up to them. She began to rush around the company, barking loudly, shaking her tail, but there was something restless in her movements.
—Look how funny! — one of the women laughed, handing the dog a piece of cookies.
— Probably hungry, — another added and threw her another treat.
But the dog didn’t even look at the food. She continued to describe the circles, ran up to one woman, then to another, and barked louder and louder. The friends froze for a second, feeling that something was wrong here.
Then one of the women — the most observant — suddenly turned pale:
— Girls… look at her fur! 😱😱
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She pointed her trembling hand at the animal’s side. Dark drops — blood were noticeable between the pieces of red hair.
The women, at first not believing, looked at each other, and then leaned closer. Indeed, there were fresh blood stains on the dog’s paws and side.
— Jesus… is she injured? — asked one of the friends in fear.
But the dog did not look wounded — it did not limp, did not whine, did not complain. Instead, she suddenly took off sharply, throwing herself towards the rocky cape.
The friends looked at each other in confusion — and decided to follow her. They hastily rose from their blankets and, barely keeping up with the dog’s fast jumps, wandered through the hot sand.
When they came closer, their hearts sank. An unconscious man was lying on the coastal shallow, right on the damp sand. A blood stain was darkening under his head, and a wet stone was shining nearby —most likely, he slipped and hit himself.
The dog rushed towards him, sniffed him and barked again, as if demanding help. The women looked at each other in confusion, then one of them took out her phone and dialed the emergency number, explaining the situation with trembling fingers.
— Is he breathing? — asked one of the friends, kneeling down.
— Barely… — another answered quietly, putting her hand to the victim’s chest.
The women tried to keep the victim conscious, calmed the dog and waited for the ambulance to arrive.
One thought was spinning in each of their heads: if it weren’t for this devoted dog, they would never have known that just a few steps away from their cheerful holiday, a tragedy was unfolding.
A few minutes later, an ambulance siren cut through the summer air. The man was carefully lifted onto a stretcher. The women sighed heavily as they watched the doctors bandage them.
And the dog finally allowed herself to calm down a little — she approached one of the women and allowed herself to be stroked, as if thanking her for her help.
