A whimper disrupted the quiet of the night as they got out of the car. They walked to the front of the car and, just in front of the right tire, saw a brown puddle lying down.

The dog raised her head as she heard their approach and stared at them with frightened eyes.

Trembling, she tried to stand up but was unable to.

Rosalynn’s heart softened as she saw just how helpless the dog was.

She bent down and slowly moved towards the dog as she said with a soothing voice, “Hey there little one. I just want to help. You don’t need to be scared, okay?”

Behind her, Brian stood still and swallowed hard as he watched her move towards the dog.

Rosalynn gingerly scooped up the poodle, her gentle touch revealing a canvas of injuries adorning the dog’s body.

tapestry of wounds-some

couldn’t fathom why the

owner

as Rosalynn probed the injuries, she

of apparent frustration, she even nipped at her finger with tiny teeth, a gesture of

murmured, “Fear not. I won’t bring you

the poodle’s head, conveying comfort and

whimpering, released Rosalynn’s finger, shot her a glance with dewy eyes, and nestled into the crook of

Rosalynn sensed a remarkable intelligence in

upright, cradling her, and turned

hurt from the car, but it seems she’s been abused by her owner. Let’s give

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