A Story By: Benjamin Groff© Groff Media 2024© Truth Endures
Jiggers, a scruffy little terrier mix, never thought he’d find himself alone on a dusty country road. He had always been a good dog, or so he thought, despite the odd quirks that seemed to annoy his last owner. Jiggers had a habit of wallowing in the grass until he was covered in bites from yard bugs, which made him scratch and twitch endlessly. His owner, frustrated by Jiggers’ seemingly strange behavior, finally decided he had enough. Without a second thought, he opened the car door, shoved Jiggers out, and drove away, leaving the confused dog staring after the disappearing taillights.
Jiggers stood there for a while, his ears drooping as he tried to understand what had just happened. The sun was high, and the heat made the road shimmer like a mirage. Jiggers looked around, his nose twitching as he sniffed the unfamiliar air. He didn’t know where to go but knew he couldn’t stay there. He needed to find shelter before nightfall.
Not too far ahead, Jiggers spotted a farm with a large red barn and a farmhouse nestled among fields of tall corn. His tail wagged with hope as he trotted toward the house, his paws kicking up small dust clouds. The farmhouse looked like a safe place; maybe someone there would be kind enough to give him food and a place to sleep.
As he approached the porch, a heavyset woman with an apron tied around her waist stepped out of the house.
Jiggers wagged his tail even harder, hoping to win her with his best puppy-dog eyes. But the woman’s face twisted into a scowl before he could even reach the steps. She grabbed a pan of water on the porch and hurled it at him, the cold liquid splashing across his fur.
“Get out of here, you mangy mutt!”
she shouted, her voice harsh and unforgiving.
The woman’s cruel act left Jiggers shaken and confused. He couldn’t understand why she was so mean. All he wanted was a little kindness, but it seemed that wasn’t something he would find at the farm. The injustice of it all was palpable.
With his spirits dampened, Jiggers kept moving, his legs growing tired as the day wore on. He followed the road, unsure where it would lead him but knowing he had to keep going. After what felt like hours, he heard the sounds of children laughing and playing. His ears perked up, and he quickened his pace, thinking the kids would be friendly.
Jiggers rounded a bend and saw a small group of children playing in a yard. They were throwing a ball back and forth, their laughter filling the air. Jiggers barked happily and ran toward them, hoping they would let him join the fun. But as soon as the children saw him, they screamed and scattered in all directions. A stern-looking man came out of a nearby building, waving his arms and shouting.
“Get out of here, dog! You’re not allowed on school grounds!”
he yelled.
Jiggers skidded to a halt, his tail tucking between his legs as he realized he wasn’t welcome there either. He didn’t understand what he had done wrong. He was trying to find a place where he could belong. But it seemed like everywhere he went, Jiggers got met with fear or anger.
The sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the road. Jiggers was tired, hungry, and more than a little scared. He had been alone for five hours, and the world seemed much more significant and scarier than he had ever imagined. He remembered watching television with his last owner, seeing shows where animals were left out in the dark, facing all sorts of dangers. He didn’t want that to happen to him.
Jiggers kept walking, his paws sore from the rough pavement. He didn’t know where he would sleep, but Jiggers knew he needed to find somewhere safe. As the last rays of sunlight faded and the sky changed to purple, Jiggers spotted a small, abandoned shed at the edge of a field. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.
He squeezed through a gap in the door and curled up on a patch of dry straw in the corner. The shed was old and smelled musty, but it was quiet and hidden from the world outside. Jiggers rested his head on his paws and closed his eyes, trying to push away the sadness in his chest. He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but for now, he was safe, and that was enough.
Jiggers may not have found a new home that day, but he hadn’t given up hope. He was being a dog, and sometimes, that was all he could do.
As he was about to drift off to sleep, a farmer entered the shed for a tool and saw Jiggers. The farmer was kind, got down on one knee, and called to the tired and frightened pup. Saying, –––
“You will be quite the surprise for the Misses. She’s been mightly lonely since Beau passed away. It is like you just got handed to us. Can we call you Lucky?”
And, just like that, Jigger’s tail began wagging, and his life changed; plus, he went from being named for what someone thought was weird about him to what someone thought was the best thing in him!
The farmer picked up Lucky, cuddled him in his arms and carried him to his truck and together they rode to a new home where his new life would be full of love and pampering.
As you read his story, remember that you can make a difference in the lives of abandoned animals. Your support and care can improve their stories.
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