10/08/2025
I STOPPED FOR GAS IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE—AND ENDED UP WITH A TRUCK FULL OF PUPPIES
It was supposed to be a quick trip. Gas up, grab a snack, get back on the road. I was halfway through a twelve-hour drive to help my sister move, and honestly, I didn’t even want to stop in that dusty little town.
But the truck was running on fumes, and the only gas station around was a beat-up shack with one working pump and a crooked sign.
While I was filling up, I heard it—a soft yipping sound coming from somewhere close. I figured someone had a dog in their car. But when I looked around, there was nothing. Just empty fields and a busted old ATV sitting in the weeds.
That’s when I noticed the bed of a beat-up pickup parked across the lot. I walked over and peered inside.
There they were. A pile of puppies. Dirty, shivering, some curled up on top of each other, some crawling around crying for help. No mom in sight. No human either.
At first, I stood there frozen, trying to figure out what the heck I was supposed to do. Was someone coming back for them? Were they dumped?
Then the gas station clerk came outside, took one look at me staring into the truck bed, and said something that made my blood run cold:
“You’re not 👇