I was driving along County Road 12 on a hectic morning when I noticed something unexpected by the side of the road—a small
group of four boxer puppies, muddied and shivering like fragile leaves in the wind, huddled near a ditch. I had no plans to stop;
I was already behind schedule for an important customer meeting and had endured a trying morning. Yet, when I saw them, I
couldn’t just drive past. There was no sign of a mother dog or any nearby dwelling—only the puppies and a battered, half-
collapsed box lying in the grass. Without a second thought, I pulled over.
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