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Ellen Young's gaze hardened as Irvin Jones, beside her, chuckled in a somewhat foolish manner, "Doggy is good."

He tried to reach out to touch the puppy, but Ellen promptly stopped him, "This little dog isn't raised by anyone, it might bite people, don't touch the doggy."

Irvin, still in a daze, drew back his hand obediently after hearing her words, echoing Ellen, "Bite, doggy bite!"

Ellen nodded, "Yes."

Once the little dog had finished eating, it roamed around the fence gate, wagging its tail at Ellen.

Looking at the little creature, she hadn't been interested in keeping pets before, but now faced with a dog that had shown up at her door, it wasn't like she couldn't keep it.

The little black dog was still a bit scared, lingering at the doorway, not daring to come in, yet not leaving.

Ellen quickly crafted a simple straw nest for it, left the fence gate open, and got busy with her own matters, while the dog lay there, not leaving either.