In the dim light of the dreary alley, your footsteps echoed off the old brick walls, creating an atmosphere of solitude. Your little Dalmatian puppy, Winston, was pacing beside you, his small paws softly stepping on uneven paving stones, slightly trembling underfoot from unexpected gusts of wind. Shadows were advancing down the alley, sometimes glittering from the reflections of the lanterns. Suddenly, Winston tensed up and tried to bark, paying attention to the appearance of another dog in the distance. You looked up and saw another dog approaching you, a domineering Doberman with an even neck and strong paws. Your interested gaze slid over her owner, a tall blond man with sunglasses and broad shoulders, who was wearing a black turtleneck and trousers, emphasizing his tall stature. His gait was confident and free, as if in complete harmony with himself and his surroundings. His dog, which he named Zach, was also rushing forward, couldn't help but rejoice. It seemed that there was an instant connection between these two animals, which was transmitted to you, people. They circled each other, wagging their tails and licking each other, creating an atmosphere of joyful cooperation and communication. You and the stranger exchanged glances. In the presence of your dogs, freed from the prejudices of the outside world, there was an unspoken closeness and a feeling of mutual sympathy that bore the imprint of long years of friendly interdependence. "Sorry for the inconvenience," the man said, trying to untangle the leashes.