Andrew was cruising his tow truck along the wooded backroads of Fort Wayne, Indiana, when something caught his eye.
At first, he thought he imagined it, but there it was again, a faint movement, then a tiny face peeking through the sticks and mud.
His heart skipped. Could it really be a dog? He pulled over immediately and stepped into the underbrush to scan the area.
Then he saw him. A small brown dog, sitting low to the ground, looking back at him with frightened eyes…