I FOUND FOUR BOXER PUPPIES ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD—AND ONE OF THEM HAD A COLLAR THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING I wasn’t planning to stop. It was already a rough morning, and I was late to meet a client. But there they were—four little boxer pups huddled next to a ditch on County Road 12, shaking like leaves and covered in mud. I pulled over without thinking. No mom in sight. No house nearby. Just them and an empty box half-collapsed in the grass. I used an old hoodie to scoop them up and called in late. Took them straight home, gave them a quick bath in the laundry sink, and let them nap on a pile of towels. I figured I’d post about them in the local lost pets group, maybe get them scanned for chips. That’s when I noticed the yellow collar on one of them. It was grimy and worn, but there was a little tag tucked behind the clasp—handwritten. Not a name, not a phone number. Just two words: “Not Yours.” I don’t know why, but that gave me chills. I showed my buddy Tate, who’s a vet tech, and he got real quiet when he saw the tag. Told me he’d seen something like it before, but wouldn’t say where. I pressed him, and after a long pause, he finally said, “These pups might not be as lost as you think. You should be careful who you tell.” That’s when I realized—this wasn’t just about finding homes for a few puppies….⤵️

I was driving along County Road 12 on a hectic morning when I spotted something unexpected by the roadside—a group of four muddy, shivering boxer puppies

huddled near a ditch. I was already running late for a big meeting and not in the mood for detours, but I couldn’t just drive past. There was no sign of a

mother dog or nearby home, just the pups and a battered, half-collapsed box. I pulled over without thinking, scooped the trembling puppies into an old hoodie I

had in the car, and brought them home. After a quick bath and towel dry, I planned to scan them for microchips and post in a local lost pets group. That’s when

I noticed a yellow collar on one pup, with a small, handwritten tag hidden beneath the clasp. It read: “Not Yours.” The words chilled me. Later, my friend

Tate, a vet tech, came by. When he saw the tag, his face fell. He said he’d seen something similar before, but wouldn’t say where. “These pups might not be as

lost as you think,” he warned. We scanned for microchips. Only the puppy with the yellow collar had one—registered years ago to a vet clinic several counties

away. The staff had no updated owner info. These puppies couldn’t have been more than eight weeks old. Tate eventually shared more: “There are people who breed

dogs for reasons you don’t want to know. That collar might be a warning.” He hinted at possible links to dogfighting rings or worse. I kept the puppies hidden

at my place for four days, too nervous to post anything online. Late one night, I heard tires on my gravel driveway. Two men got out of a weathered truck—one

holding a leash, the other a flashlight. Panicked, I grabbed the puppies and locked us in the bathroom. I texted my neighbor Jessa, asking her to call the

sheriff if anything seemed off. I heard muffled voices outside and a loud knock. One man muttered, “They’re not here… probably taken to the pound.” The other

growled, “We will find them—if they’re still alive.” That last line hit me hard. Eventually, they left.

I waited another hour before unlocking the bathroom. Jessa later confirmed the sheriff was on his way

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