Who's a good boy?

In the hum of the morning rush, the robot sat motionless, its head tilted in a gesture of curiosity towards a dog. The canine companion, with its head up and tail wagging, seemed to hold a silent conversation with the metallic figure. Passersby skirted around the unlikely pair, the living and the mechanical merging briefly in the tapestry of city life. The robot, a sentinel of urban routine, appeared to pause its duties, indulging in the simple pleasure of companionship.