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

I got into the driver’s seat and gazed at the dashboard when they were all calmed down—as calm as eight squirming puppies can be. What comes next? My sister would murder me if I showed up unexpectedly with a truck full of mutts, so I couldn’t exactly keep driving straight to her place.

Rather, I took out my phone and began looking for animal shelters in the area. The nearest one was located in Willow Creek, a tiny hamlet forty minutes away. Excellent. Or so I believed.

The manager of the shelter smiled empathetically at me when I arrived, weary and covered in puppy poop. After listening to my story, she remarked, “We’d love to help, but we’re completely full.” We are overburdened due to the recent spate of rescues.

My heart fell once more. “Is there anything you would recommend?”

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