The barks rose and fell, some high-pitched, some low and guttural. It sounded like they were expressing their displeasure, and also warning the stray dogs.
"Hey, this is a public area! You're not allowed to feed strays. Who knows what diseases they're carrying? They could infect the other dogs," a pet owner said accusingly, rushing to the fence.
"Sir, they've had their shots on schedule. They're not carrying any diseases," the brown-haired girl calmly replied.
"I said don't feed them, so don't feed them. Take your strays and get out of here, or I'm calling the police."
The pet owner's expression darkened, and his tone grew even harsher. He crossed his arms, standing by the fence and glaring at the two girls and the strays, showing no intention of backing down.
The brown-haired girl's face fell. She hadn't expected him to be so unreasonable—he was threatening to call the police over something as simple as feeding stray dogs.
