Four Boxer Puppies Found by the Roadside

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I was driving down County Road 12 on a hectic morning when something caught my eye near the shoulder—a cluster of four muddy, visibly shaking boxer puppies nestled close together beside a ditch. I was already running behind for an important meeting and wasn’t in the mood for any delays, but I couldn’t bring myself to just keep going.

There was no mother dog around, no nearby houses—just the puppies and a crumpled, half-fallen cardboard box.Without thinking, I pulled over, grabbed an old hoodie from the back seat, and carefully bundled the trembling pups inside before heading back home. Once there, I gave them a quick rinse and gently dried them off with towels.

My next step was to scan for microchips and post about them in a local lost pet group. That’s when I noticed one of the puppies wore a worn yellow collar. Tucked underneath was a small metal tag with a handwritten message that sent a chill through me: “Not Yours.” Later that day, my friend Tate dropped by. He’s a vet tech and tends to notice things I wouldn’t.

The moment he saw the tag, his face went pale. “I’ve seen something like this before,” he said grimly, though he wouldn’t say where. “These pups might not be just strays,” he warned.We scanned each one. Only the puppy with the collar had a chip—registered years ago to a veterinary clinic a few counties away, with no recent records or updated contact information.

The pups couldn’t have been older than eight weeks. Eventually, Tate explained further. “There are people who breed dogs for reasons you don’t want to imagine,” he said. “That collar could be a message. Or a claim.” He hinted at dark possibilities—dogfighting rings, illegal breeding operations, or worse. I decided not to take any chances.

For four days, I kept the puppies hidden in my home, avoiding any online posts or public attention. I didn’t know exactly what I was afraid of—until something happened that confirmed my fears. Late one night, I heard the crunch of tires in my gravel driveway. I peeked out and saw an old, beat-up truck parked outside.

Two men stepped out—one with a leash, the other holding a flashlight. Heart pounding, I gathered the puppies and locked us in the bathroom. I quickly texted my neighbor Jessa, asking her to contact the sheriff if anything seemed suspicious.

From the bathroom, I could hear voices outside and a heavy knock on the door. “They’re not here… probably taken to the shelter,” one voice said. The other added darkly, “We’ll find them—if they’re still alive.” That last line froze me. I stayed put until well after their truck pulled away. About an hour later, I finally unlocked the door. Jessa confirmed the sheriff was en route.

Four Boxer Puppies Found by the Roadside

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