Although it is terrible that someone would be so callous as to dump a puppy, fortunately there are good people out there who are prepared to take action and save these abandoned pups.
That happened just now, when a poor dog was abandoned outside in the rain, tethered to a picnic table, until someone came to save him.
A small dog is shown in a video from Stray Rescue of St. Louis strapped to a table in a nearby park’s picnic area.
The footage shows the dog, who was afraid, alone, and drenched from the rain, yelping repeatedly as though pleading for assistance.
However, as Donna, a rescuer, untied the young dog and arrived on the scene, he immediately warmed up to her, as though he realized he was secure.
According to Stray Rescue of St. Louis, “he was so brave when we first approached, but as soon as we got in the Jeep he curled up on Donna’s lap and let out a deep sigh – that sigh said so much.”
“You’re okay, sweet little baby. We’ll take care of your sweet self in no time at all.
The dog was named Wilbur by the rescue. He was “covered in ringworm,” as they found, and they gave him medicinal baths as treatment.
Wilbur was in a caring foster home a few days after his rescue. The Dodo was informed by his foster mother that he was a “snuggle bug” and “doing great.” She remarked, “He wants nothing more than to be loved.”
Although Wilbur’s origins are unknown, it is obvious that he hasn’t been getting the love and attention he deserves. However, the little dog appears to have a bright future ahead of him.
Facebook said, “He’ll never have to be lonely or muster up that much bravery ever again.” This is from Stray Rescue of St. Louis.
I’m grateful that you saved this tangled puppy, pulled him out of the wet, and gave him a fresh start. The expression on his face indicates that he knows he’s in capable hands.
Kindly tell this story to everybody who enjoys dogs!
My Neighbor Declined to Pay Me the Agreed $250 for Cleaning Her House, I Gave Her a Justifiable Lesson
Neighbors can either become friends or foes, but I never expected mine to turn into both overnight. What began as a simple favor quickly spiraled into a bitter conflict that left us both stunned.
My name is Prudence, and I’m a 48-year-old mother of two. Since my husband Silas walked out on us six years ago, life has been challenging. I work remotely for a call center to support my family while raising my eight-year-old son, Damien, and my infant daughter, Connie. Silas left, claiming he needed space to find himself, and he never returned, leaving me to handle everything alone.
One ordinary day, I was in the kitchen, trying to juggle my responsibilities. Connie asked for cereal, and I was grateful for the distraction. Damien, now a teenager, mumbled about meeting friends before rushing out the door, barely acknowledging me. I felt overwhelmed but carried on, knowing I had to keep things together.
Then, Emery, my new neighbor in her early 30s, knocked on my door. She looked exhausted and upset. She explained that after throwing a wild party, she had to leave town for work and needed help cleaning her messy house. In exchange, she offered me $250. Tempted by the money, I agreed to help her.
When I stepped into her house, I was shocked by the mess. It took two long days of scrubbing, sweeping, and throwing out trash before I finished. My body ached, but I reminded myself of the payment. However, when I finally asked Emery for the money, she acted as if we had never made an agreement. Confused and angry, I realized she had no intention of paying me.
Feeling cheated and disrespected, I returned home and plotted my next move. I couldn’t let her get away with it, so I decided to teach her a lesson. I drove to the local dump, filled my trunk with garbage bags, and returned to her house while no one was around.
Remembering that Emery had left her house key with me, I unlocked her door and dumped the bags of trash all over her floors and counters. I felt a mix of satisfaction and guilt as I left the key under her welcome mat and locked the door behind me.
Later that evening, as I was putting Connie to bed, I heard loud banging at my front door. Emery was furious, demanding to know what I had done to her house. I played it cool, pretending not to know anything. She threatened to call the police, but I reminded her that according to her, I never had the key.
Faced with my calm demeanor, she turned away, seething with anger. I felt a sense of justice knowing I had stood up for myself, even if it meant getting my hands dirty. As I closed the door, I breathed a sigh of relief. I had crossed a line, but sometimes, you must fight back to protect yourself. I had a feeling Emery wouldn’t be asking for any more favors from me anytime soon.
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