I ended up with a truck full of puppies after stopping for gas in the middle of nowhere

The journey was meant to be brief. Get a snack, fill up with gas, and resume your journey. To be honest, I didn’t even want to stop in that dusty tiny town halfway through the twelve-hour drive to assist my sister with her transfer.

The only gas station nearby was a dilapidated hut with a single functioning pump and a crooked sign, and the vehicle was running on fumes.

I could hear it—a faint yipping sound—from nearby as I was filling up. I assumed that there was a dog in the car. However, there was nothing there when I looked around. Just a broken-down old ATV sitting in the weeds and vacant fields.

I saw the bed of a beaten-up pickup parked across the lot at that point. I approached and looked inside.

They were there. A bunch of puppies. Shivering and filthy, some of them huddled on top of one another while others crawled around, wailing for assistance. No mother in sight. Not even a human.

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