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.”
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.
Video : Puppy found in dumpster in Oklahoma: Two arrested for animal cruelty
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.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.
Video : Puppy found in dumpster in Oklahoma: Two arrested for animal cruelty
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.
Our Landlord Started Coming Daily to Check on the Apartment – When He Made a Scene about Spilt Coffee, We Had Enough
My bestie Jenna and I found the perfect vintage apartment with a seemingly sweet landlord, Mr. Whitaker. But things took a bizarre turn when his daily “inspections” and unsolicited advice crossed the line into creepy territory.
Hello! My name is Andrea, and anyone who has had to deal with a crazy landlord will relate to my story. So, here we go.
A few months ago, my bestie, Jenna, and I found this adorable two-bedroom apartment. It had that vintage charm, as well as brick walls, slightly creaky hardwood floors, and just this amazing cottage-core potential in the middle of the city.
A beautiful apartment living room | Source: Midjourney
The landlord, Mr. Whitaker, seemed like a sweet old guy, too, with gray hair and a kind smile. He looked a little like the grandfather from “Up,” except not grumpy.
I thought it was perfect, so we took it right away and signed the lease. For the first few months, it was bliss.
We decorated with quirky thrift store finds and turned every windowsill into a mini jungle. We even posted our journey on Instagram and did a lot of DIY craft stuff for more decorations. But then… things got weird.
Two people making crafts | Source: Pexels
It started innocently enough, so we didn’t have time to control things before they exploded. Let me explain a little better.
Mr. Whitaker showed up one day with a toolbox in hand. “Just checking the plumbing!” he said with a smile. That was amazing, right?
It was good to have a proactive landlord, one we didn’t have to call every day for a simple fix. But then he was back the next week. And the week after that.
An old man carrying a toolbox | Source: Midjourney
Soon, it was every. Single. Day. And his excuses got more and more ridiculous.
“Gotta inspect that wiring!”
“Those smoke detectors won’t check themselves!”
“Need to measure the air quality!”
I kid you not, he actually said this, and I had to Google if that was a real thing. Apparently, it was, so Jenna and I didn’t know what to think.
A woman with a puzzled expression | Source: Pexels
At first, we tried to be cool about it. We were like, “Maybe he’s just thorough? Or bored? Or really, REALLY into property maintenance?”
But nope, this issue got so much worse.
He came by another day without any kind of excuse and just looked around. Suddenly, he started critiquing our cleaning.
“You know, a little vinegar would get that stain out of the counter right out,” he said, pointing at a spot we didn’t even know existed.
Kitchen counters | Source: Unsplash
He also made these passive-aggressive comments about our lifestyle. “Back in my day, young ladies dressed much better with pretty sundresses, not sad, tight pants,” he muttered to me.
I was literally in my work clothes.
And sometimes he just… sat there. In our living room. Watching us like we were some kind of reality TV show.
He wasn’t exactly creepy yet, but Jenna and I were uncomfortable. If I wanted an old grumpy man to complain about my life and choices, I would’ve stayed at home with my parents.
A woman worried and uncomfortable | Source: Pexels
We had to start tiptoeing around our own apartment. It felt like he was here even in the rare times he didn’t show up.
Jenna and I even began to wonder if he was letting himself in when we weren’t around. Now, that was a creepy thought. But we had no proof.
One time, he showed up while Jenna was in the shower, and insisted on checking the bathroom sink right then and there.
I had to play bodyguard outside the bathroom door. Still, Jenna finished and came out quickly, and Mr. Whitaker got to work like this was perfectly normal.
A woman drying herself | Source: Pexels
Mortifying didn’t even begin to cover how we were feeling, and I was about to reach my breaking point.
Days later, he decided our furniture arrangement was “damaging the floor,” and tried to move our couch himself, nearly throwing out his back.
We had to help him sit down and get him some water. Eventually, we started keeping a log of his visits.
An old man on a couch drinking water | Source: Midjourney
It was our own bizarre diary:
Monday: Checked lightbulbs. Commented on dust.
Tuesday: Inspected windows. Criticized our choice of curtains.
Wednesday: ‘Fixed’ a door that wasn’t broken. Left it squeaking.
You get the idea. We were going nuts, but we were also kind of scared to confront him. What if he kicked us out?
A woman confused and worried | Source: Pexels
The rental market was brutal, and we loved this place (when he wasn’t in it).
Then came The Day.
It was a sunny Saturday morning. Jenna and I were having our weekend coffee, planning a day of brunch and thrift shopping.
I reached for the sugar and my elbow knocked over my cup. Coffee spilled over our cute little IKEA table and onto the floor.
That was no big deal, but before we could even grab a paper towel, we heard keys jingling.
Keys on a lock | Source: Pexels
The door flew open, and there was Mr. Whitaker. His face changed so quickly at seeing the mess and got so red, I swear he could’ve stopped traffic.
“WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?!” he demanded, and his eyes almost bulged like a cartoon. “YOU’RE RUINING MY PROPERTY!”
I tried to calm him down. “I just spilled my coffee, Mr. Whitaker. We’ll clean it up, no worries!”
“JUST COFFEE?!” he screamed. I’m pretty sure I saw steam coming out of his ears. “DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH DAMAGE THAT CAN CAUSE?! IT’LL SEEP INTO THE FLOORBOARDS!”
An old man yelling | Source: Midjourney
Jenna and I shared a look that said, “This is it. We’ve reached our limit. No more Ms. Nice Tenant.”
As soon as Mr. Whitaker stormed out (but not before giving us a 20-minute lecture on the “proper way” to drink coffee), we started thinking.
What could we do to stop this?
We spent the rest of the day researching tenant rights, reading our lease agreement with a fine-tooth comb, and coming up with a battle plan.
Reading a document | Source: Pexels
And we decided to use a secret weapon: a security system. (Yes, it’s legal in most cases for tenants to install their own security cameras.)
We had someone install it as soon as the system was delivered. It came with motion sensors, cameras, and a loud alarm. It also connected to the internet.
Jenna and I installed the app, and we were ready. It was definitely out of place, considering our decor and general style, but Mr. Whitaker had forced our hand.
A phone with several apps | Source: Pexels
So, the next day, we activated everything and left for our respective jobs.
Lo and behold, around 11 a.m., my phone started buzzing like crazy. The alarm had been triggered. I checked the cameras, and as expected, it was Mr. Whitaker, who had let himself in.
I called Jenna, and together we decided to call the cops, although we only used the non-emergency line. Then, we each left our jobs early.
A woman at work making a call | Source: Pexels
When we got to our apartment, Mr. Whitaker was in a heated argument with two very unimpressed-looking police officers.
“This is MY apartment!” he yelled, his face matching the color of a ripe tomato. “I have every right to be here! I OWN this building!”
The younger cop looked so done, so we approached and introduced ourselves.
“Sir,” he said slowly, “you may own this place, but you have tenants. You can’t just enter whenever you want. That’s not how this works. They have a right to privacy.”
Cops working a case | Source: Pexels
When Mr. Whitaker began sputtering, I pulled out the lease agreement, pointing out the clause about 24-hour notice for non-emergency entry.
The older cop nodded at me as if he already knew that clause would be there. Jenna and I thought this moment was great to point out how Mr. Whitaker often barged in, not taking no for an answer, and made us uncomfortable.
The officer’s frown increased the more we talked.
A cop with his arms crossed | Source: Pexels
After a huge sigh, he turned to Mr. Whitaker. “Sir, you’re in violation of the lease terms. These young women have a right to take this matter further.”
I was expecting the old landlord to complain some more, but he deflated like a sad balloon. He probably felt cornered.
He mumbled something about just trying to take care of his property, and I decided to lay it out for him.
“Mr. Whitaker, we appreciate that you care about the building. But there’s caring, and then there’s… whatever this is. We’re responsible tenants. We’ll let you know if anything needs fixing. But you can’t keep barging in like this. It’s not okay.”
A woman with a worried look | Source: Pexels
Mr. Whitaker avoided my eyes.
Jenna added her two cents. “Being a good landlord doesn’t mean invading our privacy. We just want to feel comfortable in our own home. That’s not too much to ask, is it?”
The old grump nodded, but I could tell it was a begrudging agreement, so the cops gave him an official warning. They explained that if it happened again, he could face legal consequences.
Mr. Whitaker nodded again, but it was more serious, although he still looked like a kid who’d been told Santa wasn’t real.
A sad old man | Source: Midjourney
I felt bad for the sad, old man. He might have been lonely, but I don’t regret it because it’s been blissfully quiet since.
He has stuck to the lease terms like they’re glued to his hands. Not only that, but he schedules visits in advance, keeps them brief, and actually waits for us to let him in.
So here’s what I learned: Know your rights as a tenant. Document everything. Don’t be afraid to stand up for yourself. And a good security system is worth its weight in gold!
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