The little puppy became entangled in the barbed wire and made a valiant effort to escape, but just when he was about to lose all of his power, an unexpected event occurred 
The puppy was so ensnared that he was unable to comprehend how it had happened. All he wanted to do was crawl beneath the rusted, old fence in search of food or cover, but the thin barbed wire quickly encircled his little frame and dug into his flesh like live claws. The fact that he jerked just made matters worse. His fur ripped, the wire sliced deeper, and his tiny paws quivered in agony.
It continued to dump rain. Drops of cold water poured directly into his eyes, trickled down his muzzle, and blended with a terror so great that he had already ceased to complain. He was hungry, tired, and drenched. A small, defenseless bundle left on an empty road and forgotten by all.
Every time he attempted to stand up, pull free, or stretch, a searing pain would pierce his body. His hind legs gave out from weakness as the barbed wire sank even further. Breathing heavily, the puppy fell into the muck. With no hope that anybody would hear, he whimpered a little, barely discernible sound as the wire sliced deeper into his skin.
It was his final attempt. Desperate, he took his final breath. He accepted the loss of his strength and slowly closed his eyes.
And all of a sudden—something he had not anticipated occurred
The sound of brakes cut through the thunder of the rain. Footsteps came quickly. His head was raised from the mud by warm hands, and a worried yet composed voice said:
– Simple, young one. You are no longer alone.
The small dark bundle on the road had just been spotted by a man passing by in his ancient pickup.
Without considering the mud, the rain, or anything else, he fell to his knees as he realized it was a dog entangled in barbed wire. He started to cut the wire with his knife, cautiously, slowly, nearly millimeter by millimeter, out of concern that it might hurt even more.
The puppy shuddered but did not fight back, as though he realized that he was at last being saved.
The man covered the child in his warm coat and held him against his chest, using his own body to warm him until the last piece of wire dropped into the mud.
Perhaps in relief, maybe in appreciation, the puppy gave a short, quiet bark.
The man stood up and said in a whisper:
— Little one, it’s over now. Everything will be OK. You’re going home with me.
That day, the puppy experienced hope instead of agony for the first time.
