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.
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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!
I Found a Note in My Daughter’s Backpack Saying, ‘I’m Your Real Dad, Come and See Me After School’ – I Went Pale When I Found Out Who Did It
Trent’s world unravels when he finds a cryptic note in his nine-year-old daughter’s backpack: “I’m your real dad, come and see me.” Suspicion gnaws at him, but nothing prepares him for the shocking truth he uncovers.
I stood at the kitchen sink, staring at the half-full coffee mug in my hand. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the quiet street outside.
Mornings like this used to mean something to me — peace, warmth, the simple comfort of knowing Lily was just upstairs, getting ready for school. But lately, things felt different.
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I set the mug down with a sigh, listening to the faint sound of Lily’s footsteps from above. She used to charge down the stairs, her hair a mess, talking a mile a minute about her dreams or whatever happened at school the day before.
Now? Now, she dragged her feet, barely speaking, like there was a weight on her shoulders.
Something was wrong, and it worried me.
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“Lily,” I called, hoping for some kind of response that would ease the tension. “You want pancakes? I can make some before you go.”
“Not hungry,” she muttered from the top of the stairs, her voice as flat as it had been for weeks.
I winced. She hadn’t sounded like that before: so sharp, so cold. It wasn’t like her at all. Drying my hands, I turned to face her as she came down.
“Hey, kiddo, what’s going on? You’ve been kinda quiet lately.”
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She shrugged, still not meeting my eyes. “Nothing.”
I hated that response. She used to tell me everything, but now it felt like she was shutting me out. She pulled on her backpack and moved toward the door like she couldn’t wait to leave.
“Lily, wait.” My heart was in my throat. I hated how distant she’d become, and it frightened me more than I wanted to admit. “You know you can talk to me, right? About anything.”
She paused with her hand on the doorknob.
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For a second, I thought maybe she’d turn around and open up to me. But then her shoulders stiffened, and she just nodded.
“Yeah. I know.” Her words were hollow, as if she didn’t believe them herself. She opened the door and slipped out without another word.
I stood there in the silence, feeling it close in on me. Something was wrong. I just didn’t know what it was yet.
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That afternoon, I was going through the laundry, like I always did on the weekends. Lily had tossed her backpack onto her bed, and it looked like it had survived some kind of battlefield.
I figured I’d clean it out before throwing it in the wash, so I started digging through the mess of crumpled papers and snack wrappers. That’s when I found the note.
A folded piece of paper slipped out of the side pocket, so worn that it was practically falling apart.
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I stared at it for a second before unfolding it, something heavy settling in my chest.
“I’m your real dad. Come and see me last Monday of September behind the school.”
My heart stopped. The words blurred for a second and it seemed like my brain couldn’t process what they meant. Real dad? What the hell was this?
I was Lily’s dad… I’d raised her since the day she was born.
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Kate, my wife, who’d been gone for six years now, wouldn’t have kept something like this from me. She loved me. She wouldn’t have cheated on me.
Would she?
I felt sick to my stomach. The note wasn’t just some random thing. It felt targeted. Like someone knew exactly how to hurt me, using Lily to get to me. But who? And why?
I wanted to confront Lily right then and demand answers.
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But something stopped me. I couldn’t do that to her, not yet.
The note said to meet on the last Monday of September, which was in two days. I needed to know who was behind this.
Two days later, I was sitting in my car, watching the school. I hated doing this; following my daughter like some kind of detective, but I had no choice. I needed to know what was going on.
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I watched as Lily walked slowly to the back fence of the school, her shoulders tense, like she knew this wasn’t right. And then I saw him: a tall guy, slouching a little, standing by the fence. It took me a second, but when I realized who it was, my blood ran cold.
Jeff. A guy I knew from work. He’d always been quiet and kept to himself, but I never thought much about it.
Until now.
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Lily hesitated for a moment before walking up to him. I cracked the window, just enough to hear their voices.
“You came,” Jeff said, his voice low and almost too calm. “I wasn’t sure you would.”
Lily didn’t respond, but I could see her fidgeting with the straps of her backpack. She was nervous. I could feel it from where I was sitting.
“I know this is a lot,” Jeff continued, his voice gentle in a way that made my skin crawl. “But your mom wanted you to know the truth. She didn’t want to hurt you. Or… him.”
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I couldn’t just sit there anymore. I pushed the car door open and stormed toward them, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might explode. “What the hell is going on here?”
Jeff flinched, his face tightening for a second before he composed himself. “Trent. I was hoping we could talk about this.”
“Talk?” My voice shook with rage. “You think you can just show up and tell my daughter you’re her father?”
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Jeff glanced at Lily, who looked more confused than I’d ever seen her, and then back at me. “She deserves to know. Kate and I… we had something. Lily is my daughter.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My hands clenched into fists, my whole body shaking with disbelief. “No. You’re lying. Kate wouldn’t do that to me. She wouldn’t keep that from me.”
“She didn’t want to hurt you, Trent.” Jeff’s voice was so calm, so sure of himself. “She thought it was for the best.”
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I turned to Lily, my heart breaking at the look on her face: wide-eyed and terrified. “Lily, don’t listen to him. He’s lying.”
Lily’s voice was barely a whisper, but it cut through me like a knife. “Is it true? Dad… is it true?”
I dropped to my knees in front of her, my hands resting on her arms. “It doesn’t matter what anyone says. I’m your dad. I’ve been there every day of your life. That’s what makes me your father. Nothing else.”
A girl standing near a fence | Source: Midjourney
She didn’t say anything, just stared at me, her lip quivering. I could feel her shaking beneath my hands, and it killed me to see her like that. I turned back to Jeff, my rage flaring again.
“Get out of here.”
Jeff sighed, looking almost sad. “I know this is hard, but I’m not going anywhere. She deserves to know the truth.”
“You’re not her father,” I growled, barely holding back my anger. “You never will be.”
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Jeff gave me one last pitying look before turning and walking away. I wanted to chase him, to demand answers, but Lily’s small sob pulled me back.
I wrapped my arms around her, holding her as tightly as I could. I wouldn’t let anyone hurt her. Not ever.
That night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with thoughts I didn’t want to have. Could it be true? Could Kate have hidden something like that from me?
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I thought about every moment we’d shared, every laugh, every conversation. Nothing made sense anymore.
The next day, I started digging into Jeff’s past. I couldn’t just sit around waiting for answers. I needed to know the truth.
It didn’t take long to find out that Jeff had been fired from our company a month ago for lying on his résumé.
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He had a history of manipulation, of using people to get what he wanted. The relief I felt was overwhelming. He’d lied about everything.
A few nights later, Lily and I were sitting on the couch, watching some show that neither of us were really paying attention to. I knew I had to talk to her. She deserved to know the truth.
“Lily,” I said softly, “we need to talk about Jeff.”
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She tensed, curling a little closer to me, but she didn’t say anything.
“He lied to you, kiddo. About everything. Jeff is not your real dad. He’s just… sick. He was trying to hurt us.”
Lily looked up at me, her eyes wide and scared. “But… what if it’s true?”
“It doesn’t matter what he said,” I told her, pulling her closer. “I’m your dad. I’ve always been your dad, and nothing will ever change that.”
A worried girl | Source: Midjourney
She stared at me for a long moment, her lip trembling, and then she nodded. “I love you, Dad.”
“I love you too, kiddo. Always.”
A few days later, I got a call from the police. Jeff had been arrested for stalking another family. Turns out, the guy had a history of lying and manipulating people. It was over. I hung up the phone, feeling like I could finally breathe again.
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Lily was at the kitchen table, drawing quietly. I walked over and kissed the top of her head. We were going to be okay.
We had to be.
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