He took me on a joyride in Dapitan once, and we entered through the unpaved roads leading to rural communities along the coast.
This day led us to a rice paddy, a common, nevertheless breathtaking, sight in Philippine provinces.
On a bank across the pond walked an old farmer, in ragged clothes and a straw hat. Behind him followed his faithful dog, tail wagging, happily panting. The man signaled his dog to stay, then boarded the motorcycle waiting for him at the end of the dirt road.
The dog stopped, then obediently sat down. Then it set its shoulders back, sitting straight and proud, dutifully assuming its post on the narrow bank.