Man Thought He Found A Puppy In The Forest – When Vet Sees Them She Calls The Police
He yanked the door open and placed the trembling pup on the passenger seat, securing it with his jacket. The engine roared, tires spitting gravel as he tore down the road. Every second felt like an eternity until the glowing sign of Monroe Veterinary Clinic finally appeared ahead.
He didn’t slow until the car skidded into the lot. Throwing it into park, he bolted out, clutching the limp bundle to his chest.
The bell above the door clanged loudly as he stumbled inside. “I need help!” he gasped, rushing to the counter. The receptionist’s eyes widened at the sight before she spun and shouted for Dr. Monroe.
Moments later, a woman in her fifties emerged—sharp-eyed, her graying hair wound tight in a bun. Her gaze swept over Daniel before locking onto the puppy. Her face was unreadable.
“Bring it in,” she ordered, already striding toward the examination room.
Daniel laid the pup gently on the metal table and stepped back. Dr. Monroe’s hands moved quickly—probing the swollen belly, checking the gums, feeling along the ribs. The deeper her frown etched into her features, the tighter the knot in Daniel’s gut became.
“Where did you find him?” she asked without looking up.
“In the forest,” Daniel said, hesitating. “Near the riverbed trail.”
Her eyes flicked to his face, searching for something, before she gave a curt nod. But there was a shift in her expression—subtle, unsettling.
