The women looked at each other in confusion and decided to follow it. Quickly getting up from their blankets, they hurried across the hot sand, barely keeping up with the dog’s быстрые jumps.

As they got closer, their hearts tightened. On the shallow shore, right on the wet sand, lay an unconscious man. Beneath his head was a dark pool of blood, and beside him glistened a wet rock — he had most likely slipped and hit his head.

The dog rushed to him, sniffed him, and barked again, as if demanding help. The women exchanged anxious glances, then one of them pulled out her phone and called emergency services, explaining the situation with trembling fingers.

“Is he breathing?” one of the friends asked, dropping to her knees.

“Barely…” another replied softly, placing her hand on the injured man’s chest.

The women tried to keep the man conscious, comforted the dog, and waited for the ambulance to arrive.

Each of them had the same thought running through her mind: if it hadn’t been for this loyal dog, they would never have known that just a few steps away from their cheerful beach outing, a tragedy was unfolding.

A few minutes later, the sound of an ambulance siren cut through the summer air. The man was carefully lifted onto a stretcher. The women let out heavy sighs as they watched the paramedics bandage his wounds.

And the dog, finally, allowed itself to calm down a little. It walked up to one of the women and let her pet it, as if thanking them for helping.