A normal evening. Seven dogs are playing in the yard as usual. The general suddenly stands up, walks to the gate of the courtyard, and gazes into the distance for a long time. Apollo comes over and rubs against its neck. The Corgi lies at its feet, looking up at it. Da Zhuang leans in, pressing its body against it. The Greyhound crouches behind it, its tail gently swaying. Hua Hua peeks out from the corner of the wall, quietly watching it. Xiao Hei crawls under it, finding a comfortable spot to lie down.