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 Best Friend Married My Ex-husband — Then She Called Me in the Middle of the Night, Terrified
When Stacey married Lily’s ex-husband, Alan, it seemed like the ultimate betrayal. But a late-night call filled with terror revealed a dark secret neither woman was prepared for, forcing Lily and Stacey to confront the man who shattered both their lives.
Alan and I had been married for seven years. Seven long years that gave me two beautiful daughters, Mia (5) and Sophie (4), and left me with a heart fractured in ways I didn’t know were possible.
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At first, Alan was my dream man. He had this magnetic charm, the kind that made people lean in just a little closer when he spoke. He knew how to make me feel like I was the only woman in the world. But that glow didn’t last.
By year five, I noticed the cracks. Alan would come home late, his excuses so thin they were practically see-through. Work trips that didn’t make sense. Texts he wouldn’t let me see. Then, one night, I got the confirmation I’d been dreading. A single blonde hair on his suit jacket. Not mine.
My heart screamed with rage. I knew something was wrong. I knew he was destroying everything we built.
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I confronted him. His reaction? A cold denial, followed by an avalanche of gaslighting. “You’re imagining things, Lily. Stop being so insecure,” he yelled once.
But it wasn’t just my imagination. It was real. Silently, I vowed to myself that I would not let him make me doubt my instincts.
The final straw came when I caught him red-handed. The image of him with her — Kara, a woman I didn’t even know — was burned into my memory. He didn’t even apologize. He just packed a bag and left as though nothing had happened.
And just like that, Alan abandoned me and our daughters. For a year and a half, I struggled to rebuild my life. Therapy, late nights working to support the girls, and a constant ache in my chest that wouldn’t go away.
Then came the news that made my stomach churn: Alan had married Stacey, my best friend.
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I couldn’t believe it at first. Stacey had been my confidante during my marriage, the one person I told everything to. She knew everything about me… about how I felt like I was losing Alan, how I feared he was cheating, and how devastated I was when he finally left.
A painful realization cut through me, “How could she do this to me?”
When Stacey called to tell me she was engaged to Alan, I froze. “You’re kidding, right?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
“No,” she said. “Alan loves me, Lily. I hope… I hope we can still be friends.”
Friends? Was she serious?
“You’re marrying the man who broke me, Stacey. And you think I want to stay friends? Good luck with that.” I hung up before she could respond.
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I thought that was the end of it. I wanted it to be the end of it. But then, a year into their marriage, my phone rang at three in the morning, dragging me back into Alan’s world.
Groggy and annoyed, I squinted at my phone. Stacey’s name flashed on the screen. I didn’t want to believe it.
“Of all the nerve, calling me at this hour?” I muttered to myself.
I debated ignoring it. Why would she, of all people, be calling me in the middle of the night? But curiosity won out, and against my better judgment, I answered.
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“Hello?” I said, my voice heavy with irritation.
What I heard next made me sit up straight.
“Lily, I need your help!” Stacey’s voice was frantic and barely coherent. “This concerns you more than you think. Please… don’t hang up. Please.”
My heart raced with anger and anticipation. What could she possibly want?
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“Stacey?” I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the grogginess. “What’s going on? Look, I don’t have anything to—”
“Alan… he’s not who I thought he was. He’s worse, Lily. So much worse,” she cut me off.
I felt a shiver run down my spine. What could be worse than what I already know?
“Worse? What are you talking about?” I asked.
She inhaled sharply, trying to steady her voice. “He has a wardrobe in his office. He always told me not to go in there, but yesterday I did. Lily, the inside is covered in photos. Of women. Dozens of women. Me. You. Her. And others I don’t even recognize.”
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A cold realization crept into my thoughts. This is about to get ugly.
I gripped the phone, my stomach turning. “Photos? What kind of photos?”
My mind raced with horrifying possibilities. What could be in those photos? How had I not found them? Was this why he’d prohibited me from entering his office when we were married?
“They all have dates and numbers written on them,” she whispered. “I think… I think he’s been cheating on me. On both of us. On everyone.”
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My throat felt dry. But I didn’t care. “Stacey, why are you telling me this? You married him. You knew what he was capable of.”
Her voice cracked. “Because I didn’t believe you! I thought you were bitter. But now, I’m scared, Lily. I don’t know what he’ll do if he finds out I’ve seen it. Please, can I come over? I don’t feel safe.”
Stacey showed up at my house less than an hour later, her face pale and drawn. She was clutching her phone like a lifeline.
“Start talking,” I said, crossing my arms. My eyes bore into her, demanding the full truth.
She sat on my couch, wringing her hands. “I went back into his office last night. After he left for a two-day fishing trip, I managed to break into the wardrobe. He keeps it locked. But I managed to open it with a screwdriver. It wasn’t just photos, Lily. There were journals. Notes about the women. Ratings. Scores. He’s been doing this for years.”
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A twisted sense of validation burned inside me. “I always knew he was worse than he seemed,” I laughed.
“How many women?” My heart raced, dreading the answer.
“At least 40 during your marriage,” she said, her eyes brimming with tears. “And eight more since we got married. Eight women in just two months.”
The weight of betrayal pressed down on me, threatening to suffocate. It was like a punch to the gut. I thought I had moved on, but the betrayal felt fresh and raw.
“Why are you dragging me into this?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“Because he’s the father of your daughters,” Stacey said. “Don’t you want to know who he really is? What he’s capable of? Don’t you want to expose him?”
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Her words hit a nerve. As much as I hated Alan, I had to protect my girls. “Fine,” I said, grabbing my laptop. “Show me what you’ve got.”
For the next few hours, Stacey and I worked together, identifying the women in Alan’s photos. Reverse image searches online led us to their social media profiles. When we reached out and met some of them in person the following morning, most confirmed short, meaningless encounters with Alan.
My mind raced with horror and vindication. How could one person be so calculated?
One woman described him as “charming, until he wasn’t.” Another called him “cold and calculating.” Each story added a new layer to the monster I’d once called my husband.
A bitter laugh escaped me. “I should have known. I always knew something was off,” I told Stacey.
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By dusk, she looked at me, her face pale. “What do we do now?”
“We’re not victims anymore. We’re survivors,” I declared. “We fight back.”
A dangerous glint entered my eyes, “Alan has no idea what’s coming,” I added.
When he returned from his fishing trip and found Stacey gone, his rage spilled over. He tried to show up at her new place, banging on the door, demanding answers. She called the police, and he left before they arrived.
The weeks that followed were a whirlwind. Stacey filed for divorce, cutting all ties with Alan. I reopened my custody case, armed with evidence of his behavior.
Alan didn’t take it well. He sent me a flurry of messages, first pleading, then threatening. I blocked him.
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In court, the evidence we presented was damning. Alan’s charm couldn’t save him this time. The photos, the journals, the testimonies… every bit of it painted a clear picture of the man he truly was.
After the dust settled, Stacey and I found ourselves sitting in my living room, a quiet relief hanging between us.
“We made it through!” I said, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders
“Thank you,” Stacey said softly. “For helping me. For believing me.”
My anger softened, replaced by an unexpected understanding. We were both victims of his manipulation. But we were not weak.
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I looked at her, the anger I’d carried for so long finally fading. “We both deserved better than him.”
A moment of shared pain and healing passed between us.
She nodded. “So… what now?”
My spirit felt renewed, ready for whatever came next. I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Now, we move on. Together.”
A fierce sense of sisterhood emerged, stronger than any betrayal. And for the first time in years, I felt free. Not just from Alan, but from the pain he had caused.
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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