I Told My Uncle His Dog Looked Sick — He Laughed And Locked Me In The Pen With Him, But What Happened Next Changed Everything Forever…

A Visit That Turned Into a Nightmare

It had been more than a year since I last saw Minto, my uncle Ferenc’s dog. Back then, he was full of energy—jumping up, wagging his tail, smothering me with affection. But this time, the sight broke my heart.

His ribs jutted through his skin. His eyes were crusted. His paw trembled when he tried to stand. He was chained ankle-deep in mud, too weak even to bark.

When I asked my uncle if he was feeding him, he just smirked. “He gets scraps,” he said casually, raising his jar of liquor like it was a toast.

Locked In 

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