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I wasn’t planning to stop. It had been a rough morning, and I was late. But there they were—four muddy, shivering boxer puppies by a ditch on County Road 12. No house, no mom—just an old box and those scared little pups.
I scooped them up with an old hoodie and took them home. While drying them off, I noticed a yellow collar on one. No name, no number—just two words: “Not Yours.” It gave me chills.
My friend Tate, a vet tech, said he’d seen something like it before and warned me to be careful. That’s when I realized: this wasn’t just about lost puppies.
One pup’s microchip led to a clinic three counties away. The dog hadn’t been registered in years—odd, since the puppies were so young. Tate hinted they might be from a fighting ring or worse.
A few nights later, two men in a beat-up truck showed up at my house. They knocked, tried the doorknob, and talked about “finding them alive.” I hid in the bathroom with the pups and called for help.
Deputy Ruiz was skeptical until I posted photos online. A woman recognized the yellow collar—her boxer Max had gone missing six months ago. With her info, Ruiz linked the pups to a rural property where a raid uncovered dozens of abused dogs, including Max.
The men were arrested for illegal breeding and animal cruelty. Max went home, and his pups stayed with their rescuer until adoption.
Those puppies reminded me that doing the right thing, even when it’s scary, can save lives.
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