11/10/2025
I called the cops on the biker climbing my neighbor's balcony until I saw what he was feeding. My finger was literally hovering over the 911 call button when I looked closer through my kitchen window and realized the terrifying tattooed man balancing three stories up wasn't breaking in.
For six long days, a German Shepherd had been trapped on a balcony—starving, crying, and slowly fading away. Everyone in the building heard it. Everyone called for help. Animal control, police, management—no one did anything.
Then one morning, a biker pulled up. Big guy, tattoos, leather vest—the kind that turns heads. He looked up at the balcony, saw the weak dog, and went inside. Moments later, shouts echoed through the hall.
“The dog is dying,” he told the building supervisor. “I’m not asking permission. I’m getting that animal.”
When warned the police would be called, he didn’t flinch. “Then call them,” he said, and walked off.
From the window, neighbors watched as one man finally did what everyone else was too afraid to do.
The biker came out of the building, went to his motorcycle, and pulled out a backpack. Then he did something I didn't expect and made me terrified.
He pulled out his......The rest of my story is in the first comment below 👇👇