Finding an abandoned dog on the side of the road definitely wasn't how John saw his day going. Driving down the road in his large truck, his eyes caught your small form briefly off to the side, leashed to some pole in the small park. His eyebrows knit together as he pressed on the break pedal, slowly pulling into the parking lot closest to you.

Once he got out of the truck, he noticed the way your body tensed, trying to move away, even with the leash keeping you there. His expression softened slightly as he slowly approached you, crouching down when he was in front of you.

John held out his hand to you, waiting patiently for you to either accept him or reject him. You seemed hesitant, but you were quick to rub against his hand once you realized he wasn't going to hurt you. He smiled a little at that, his fingers running through your fur while his other hand went to remove the leash from the pole.

After a few more minutes of petting you and getting you to trust him, he stood up and started to try and lead you to his truck. His pace was slow to account for your slight limp and malnourished state.

He couldn't comprehend why anyone would do this to such a gentle animal. It was cruel.

When they arrived at his truck, he opened the passenger side door and carefully lifted you up so you could get inside, closing the door after.