Some stories leave us shocked, horrified, and heartbroken all at once. The case of a defenseless dog, found tightly bound in duct tape and thrown away like garbage, is one of them. But amidst the cruelty, there is hope—this dog’s story has a happy ending.
A Shocking Discovery in the Dumpster
On April 15, the Nebraska Humane Society shared a disturbing case that left many speechless. It all started when a concerned citizen reported strange noises coming from a dumpster. At first, they thought it was a raccoon rummaging through the trash, but what they found was far worse.
Inside the dumpster, an animal control officer discovered a small dog, completely immobilized. His head, tail, and legs were tightly wrapped in duct tape, leaving him unable to move or even see. His fur was matted with food and debris, showing clear signs of neglect.
A Case of Unimaginable Cruelty
One of the officers on the scene, Kevin Wiederin, described his shock to KETV:
“I have never seen anything like it. His muzzle was completely sealed, his eyes covered, and his legs bound. He was just sitting there, completely helpless.”
Video : Dog found in dumpster wrapped up in duct tape: “I have never seen anything like it”
The level of cruelty left animal rescuers sickened. Someone had deliberately taped the dog from head to toe and abandoned him to die. Even more chilling, the timing of the rescue was a miracle—just 30 minutes later, a garbage truck came to empty the dumpster. Had he not been found, he would have been crushed.
A Resilient Survivor: The Dog’s Incredible Recovery
After being freed, the dog was rushed to the Nebraska Humane Society’s medical team. To avoid further distress, veterinarians sedated him before carefully removing the duct tape. Some areas had to be shaved due to the tangled mess of tape and dirt.
Despite everything, this little fighter was surprisingly healthy and in good spirits. Staff noted that he had only mild skin irritation and even wagged his tail during the examination. It was a sign that, despite the cruelty he endured, he still trusted humans.
A Microchip Leads to a Heartwarming Reunion
As they cleaned him up, shelter staff made an exciting discovery—the dog had a microchip. Scanning it revealed his name: Leo.
Leo had gone missing days earlier, and his owner, Erin Dillon-Pasillas, had been frantically searching for him. She had contacted shelters, posted online, and checked every lead, hoping to find her beloved dog.
“When I got the call, I was shaking,” Erin shared. “I kept thinking, please let it be him, please let it be Leo.”
Reuniting With His Loving Owner
When Erin arrived at the shelter, her worries turned to joy as she saw her little dog, alive and well. Leo immediately recognized her, running into her arms.
Though thrilled to have him back, Erin was devastated to learn what he had endured. “He’s the sweetest dog,” she said. “I can’t imagine why anyone would do this to him.”
She thanked the Nebraska Humane Society for their efforts and vowed to shower Leo with love and care, starting with a warm bath and a check-up at the vet.
Who Did This? Authorities Seek Answers
While Leo’s rescue is a miracle, his case is far from closed. The Nebraska Humane Society is seeking information on who committed this heinous act.
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There were no security cameras near the dumpster, making the investigation difficult. However, they are offering a $1,000 reward for tips leading to an arrest. Anyone with information is urged to contact Animal Services at 402-444-7800.
A Story of Both Cruelty and Kindness
Leo’s case is a reminder that animal cruelty still exists, but also that good people fight to stop it. From the citizen who made the call, to the officers who rescued him, to the shelter staff who nursed him back to health—kindness won in the end.
While the person responsible remains unknown, one thing is clear: Leo is now safe, loved, and back where he belongs.
Justice must be served. No animal deserves such cruelty. If you know anything about Leo’s case, speak up. Let’s ensure those responsible are held accountable.
My MIL Demanded $600 for Walking & Feeding Our Dog While I Was in Labor – I Agreed, but Only on One Condition
When I came home from the hospital with my newborn, I noticed a note on the table and assumed it was a kind message from my mother-in-law. Instead, it said she was charging us $600 for taking care of our dog while I was in labor. My husband promised to talk to her, but I had a better idea.
A few days before I went into labor, I was sprawled out on the couch, trying to manage the dull ache in my lower back that kept growing sharper by the minute.
A woman in her 30s, 9 months pregnant, sits on a couch looking worried and uncomfortable | Source: Midjourney
My golden retriever, Rich, rested his head on my lap, his big brown eyes watching me like he knew something was up. I scratched behind his ears, grateful for his calm presence.
“Jake!” I called my husband, my voice strained as another wave of discomfort rolled through me.
Jake was in the kitchen, stacking turkey and cheese onto a sandwich, his eyebrows crunched.
“Yeah, babe?” he replied, not even looking up.
A man in his 30s making a sandwich in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney
I sighed. “We need to figure out what to do about Rich while we’re at the hospital. Can we ask your mom to help out?”
We had a scheduled induction the following day because my baby was a week overdue, and I was ready to be done with this mess.
Jake walked over, sandwich in hand, and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. “Don’t stress, Doris. Mom loves Rich. She’ll handle it.”
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That was my husband. He shrugged off almost anything with an easy solution. His optimism was one of the reasons I loved him, but I’m not going to lie, it was also one of the things that often grated on my nerves.
But that might just be a product of the hormones and my discomfort. “Alright,” I said, leaning back into the cushions. “Just make sure she knows it’s only for a couple of days.”
Later that night, Jake called Abigail, his mom, and explained the situation. She agreed without hesitation. He hung up, grinning. “She said she’s happy to help. Problem solved.”
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I guessed that would have to be good enough for me.
Jake and I packed our hospital bag that evening, and the next morning, we said goodbye to Rich. By the door, I knelt to scratch his fluffy head.
“Be a good boy for Grandma, okay?” He wagged his tail like he understood.
“Don’t worry about a thing,” Abigail waved me off with a smile. “I just wish I could be at the hospital.”
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That had been a slight issue. We had asked that our family not visit or accompany us to the hospital. My pregnancy had been rough enough, and I just needed my husband during labor.
If something went wrong, I didn’t want anyone else there either.
Abigail said she understood, but maybe she was still a bit salty about it.
“Mom, you know our wishes,” Jake intervened, smiling to take the sting out of his words.
“I know, I know,” she said. “You modern kids! Now, go have my grandchild.”
“Thank you, Abigail,” I said, and with that, we went out the door.
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***
I never got to be induced. My water broke just as we were entering the hospital… and honestly, we, women, need to talk about labor with each other and our daughters more often because this was hell.
I spent hours gripping the hospital bed rails like they were the only thing tethering me to reality. Between the contractions and the endless poking and prodding from nurses, I thought I might lose my mind.
Jake was by my side the whole time, holding my hand and trying his best to keep me calm, though he looked like he was one more contraction away from passing out himself.
A woman in her 30s in a hospital looking in pain while in labor | Source: Midjourney
But all the pain and the exhaustion melted away the moment they placed my son in my arms. He was tiny, wrinkly, and absolutely perfect.
Jake and I cried like idiots. It was a marvel that we’d brought this little person into the world. For three days, the hospital was our bubble of joy.
When we were finally allowed to go home, I felt relieved. We carefully carried our child through the hospital doors toward the parking lot.
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Jake called Abigail to tell her we had been discharged, and she said she was going to give us a few days to get settled before meeting the baby. That was so kind of her!
As we pulled up to our driveway, I thought about settling on our couch and getting Rich to meet his new little brother. It was going to be perfect… yeah, no.
The first thing I noticed when we walked into the kitchen was a folded piece of paper on the table. My heart fluttered, thinking Abigail had left us a sweet “Welcome Home” note.
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I carefully shifted the baby in my arms and opened it, already imagining something like “Congratulations on your new bundle of joy!”
Instead, the note read:
“You owe me $600 for feeding and walking Rich. My time costs money. You have my bank details.”
For a moment, I just stared at it, sure I was reading it wrong. But nope. It was real. My mother-in-law was demanding money for watching our dog.
It’s not that I didn’t want to pay for services like that, but she was family AND she never mentioned charging us.
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“Jake,” I called, my voice sharp. He was in the living room, setting down the car seat. “You might want to come see this.”
He walked in, took one look at the note, and groaned. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious,” I said, waving the paper in his face. “Your mom’s demanding money for taking care of Rich while I was pushing your child out of my body.”
Jake ran a hand through his hair, already looking defeated. “I’ll talk to her,” he muttered.
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“No,” I snapped, stopping him in his tracks. “I’ll handle this.” My mind was already coming up with an idea, and it didn’t involve quietly paying up.
A week later, Abigail came over to see the baby. She strolled in with a big smile, kissed Jake’s cheek in greeting, and began cooing over my son like the most doting grandmother.
“Oh, he’s precious,” she said, cradling him in her arms. “He has Jake’s nose.”
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For a moment, I almost believed she was here just to see her grandson. But as she handed the baby back to me, she dropped the act.
“So,” she said, brushing her hands together. “When can I expect my money? I’ve waited long enough.”
I stared at her, holding my baby close. My smile didn’t waver. “Of course, Abigail. I’ll pay you—on one condition.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Condition? What condition?”
I walked over to the computer desk we kept in the area between the kitchen and the living room and pulled out a folder I’d prepared earlier. I’d spent the past few days going through every instance when Jake and I had done something for her.
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Every favor, every single dollar we ever spent on her (excluding gifts) was all there in black and white.
“Well,” I said, flipping it open, “since you’re charging us for your services, I figured it’s only fair we do the same.”
I laid the folder on the table and slid it toward her. Abigail leaned over, her face tight with suspicion. “What is this?” she asked.
“You can think of it as an itemized invoice,” I said, keeping my voice light. “You know, like professionals do.”
Her face went pale as she grabbed the paper and scanned what I’d written.
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“Let’s see,” I began, tapping the paper. “Helping you move houses last year? That’s $800. That’s cheaper than regular movers, so you can consider it a family discount. Then, there’s the time we paid for your car repair when your transmission failed. That was $1,200. And the free babysitting I did for your neighbor’s kids at your request? That’s around $600.”
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Abigail’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. “This is ridiculous!” she finally sputtered. “You can’t charge me for things family does for each other!”
I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow. “Exactly,” I said, my tone sharp. “Family helps each other out without expecting payment. At least, that’s what I thought.”
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She tried to argue, but her words came out jumbled. “But… but this is different! I had to rearrange my schedule to take care of Rich!”
“And I had to rearrange my entire life to have your grandchild,” I shot back, shrugging. “So if you want to talk about fair compensation, I think we’re more than even.”
Abigail’s face turned beet red. She stood there for a moment, staring at me like she couldn’t believe what was happening. Then, without another word, she spun around and stormed out of the house, slamming the door so hard the baby started to fuss.
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Jake, who had been watching silently from the kitchen, walked over and shook his head, a small grin tugging at his lips. “No one should mess with my wife,” he said, wrapping me in his arms and kissing my cheek.
I couldn’t help but laugh as we pulled apart. “You got that right,” I replied teasingly, sinking onto the couch with the baby.
Rich trotted over, his tail wagging, and rested his head on my knee. I scratched his ears, looking down at the little bundle in my arms.
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At that moment, I felt at peace. Abigail might not have learned her lesson, but at least she wouldn’t be bothering us about that $600 again. And if she ever did, well… I still had the folder.
Let her try me.
A woman in her 30s holding a newborn wrapped in a blanket, sitting on a couch with her husband smiling in the background | Source: Midjourney
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