One of the days in Cappadocia, I had a plan hike in my mind. As I left the hostel, a dog followed me, whistle here whistle there and he began to follow me along the road. People thought I was a local because of the dog and started greeting me with “merhaba” and a bigger smile than before.
Didn’t think it would last long, but as I began my trek to the rose valley he was always by my side. As I wanted to reach the red valley, we tried dangerous short cuts, the first we climbed and because my buddy couldn’t it started crying. Soon it climbed the tall rock, just for us to discover we couldn’t go that path. We had to go back, dangerous way, but we made it.
On the way back it stole a bone somewhere, and as I went to have dinner it waited for me outside, close to the window, right next to me. We said goodbye as I enter the hostel.
Good luck for the cold winter there buddy!