While spraying a house, my husband met a sweet little puppy begging for pets. He sat with her for 30 minutes. When leaving, she tried to follow his car. He called the owner, who just said “if it runs in the road, I didn’t see or hear anything.”
It was 12 degrees. My husband said she could get run over or freeze. He took her and found a good home.
The moral is, please don’t get a puppy if you can’t treat them with love and care.
The husband was working, spraying a house, doing his job. And then he met her—a sweet little puppy, begging for attention. Not for food. Not for shelter. Just for pets. Just for someone to acknowledge her existence.
So he stopped. He sat with her for 30 minutes. He gave her what she was asking for—affection, kindness, a few moments where she felt like she mattered.
And then he had to leave. He got in his car, started the engine, and the puppy tried to follow. Running after the car, desperate not to be left alone again.
He stopped. Called the owner. Explained the situation—the puppy was following him, it was dangerous, she could get hit. And the owner’s response?
“If it runs in the road, I didn’t see or hear anything.”
Translation: I don’t care. If she gets hit, that’s not my problem.
It was 12 degrees outside. Twelve degrees. Cold enough that a small puppy, without shelter, without warmth, could freeze. And even if she didn’t freeze, she could get run over. She could starve. She could suffer in a dozen different ways, and her owner had made it clear: he didn’t care.
So the husband made a decision. He took her. And he found her a good home.
This story is infuriating and beautiful at the same time. Infuriating because someone got a puppy—a living creature that depends entirely on humans for survival—and then abandoned it emotionally, if not physically. That owner didn’t beat the puppy or actively harm her. He just didn’t care. And sometimes, indifference is the cruelest form of cruelty.
But it’s also beautiful. Because the husband didn’t just feel bad and drive away. He didn’t tell himself it wasn’t his problem. He acted. He took the puppy. He found her a home where she would be loved.
The moral is clear: please don’t get a puppy if you can’t treat them with love and care.
Puppies are not decorations. They’re not accessories. They’re not disposable. They’re living beings who depend on us for everything—food, shelter, warmth, and most importantly, love. If you can’t provide that, don’t get a puppy. If you can’t commit to caring for an animal for its entire life, don’t bring one into your home.
That puppy was begging for pets. Not because she was spoiled or demanding. But because she was starving for affection. Because her owner had given her nothing, and she was desperate for someone—anyone—to show her that she mattered.
And the husband did. He sat with her for 30 minutes. He made sure she was safe. He found her a home where she’ll be loved.
That puppy got lucky. But there are thousands more who don’t. Who freeze. Who get hit by cars. Who live their entire lives begging for scraps of affection from people who don’t care.
If you see an animal in need, don’t look away. Don’t tell yourself it’s not your problem. Call someone. Take action. Be the person that animal needs.
And if you can’t love a puppy, don’t get one. Because they deserve better. They deserve to be treated with love and care. And anything less is cruelty.