The dog usually followed behind him, pushing its head into his drooping palm, lazily wagging its tail while enjoying the petting, as if it had found its backbone.
From morning till night, the big dog was always wandering under Chen Zhou's watchful eye, and he had pretty much figured out its activity pattern.
Most of the time, the dog slept in the shade, occasionally lying on the deck to sunbathe, and rarely got up.
Its occasional activity was mostly to drive off annoying insects or attack seagulls that attempted to steal the salted meat strips on the ship's sides.
When it needed to relieve itself, it would run to the bow toilet, squat on the toilet bowl, and defecate into the sea - unclear which bored sailor taught it that.
In any case, Chen Zhou was quite satisfied with this guy.
He hadn't raised a dog before, but imagined the least worrisome dog would be like this; he couldn't find any faults with it.
