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….⤵️Full story in 1st comment👇

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.

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