[EXT. BUSY CITY STREET – MIDDAY]
In the middle of the noise and rush, a scruffy street dog weaves between people, cars, and food carts. His fur is patchy, his ribs show, and his eyes… they’re tired.
He’s not begging anymore.
He’s just surviving.
Some people glance. No one stops.
[EXT. SIDEWALK OUTSIDE A CAFE – MOMENTS LATER]
NORA (30s, calm and observant) watches from a cafe window. She notices the dog curl up beside a trash bin, resting his head on the sidewalk.
He shivers in the heat — not from cold, but exhaustion.
She gets up.
[EXT. SIDEWALK – CONTINUOUS]
Nora approaches slowly, crouching down and placing a water bottle cap filled with water in front of him.
NORA (gently):
Hey, buddy. You look like you’ve been through a lot.
The dog lifts his head. Doesn’t growl. Doesn’t move. Just blinks, as if waiting to see if kindness is real.
[INT. VET CLINIC – LATER]
The dog lies on a clean blanket. A vet checks him over.
Nora sits nearby, not leaving his side.
VET (softly):
He’s been on the street a while… but he’s got a strong heart.
Nora nods, already knowing.
[EXT. NORA’S BACKYARD – ONE MONTH LATER]
The dog, now named Lucky, runs across green grass, barking happily. His coat has grown back. His tail wags like he’s making up for lost time.
He chases a tennis ball and runs straight into Nora’s arms.
He didn’t just get rescued. He got a new life.
