The Little Puppy I Found on a Cold Morning …And the Giant Surprise She Became
I found her on a chilly morning, curled beside a trail like a trembling scrap of life. At first glance, she looked like an abandoned newborn puppy—pink-skinned, blind, and barely breathing. Instinct took over. I wrapped her in my scarf, held her against my chest for warmth, and hurried home. Within minutes she was nestled in a shoebox under a lamp while I called the local wildlife rescue center and rushed her in.
When I arrived, the staff circled around, whispering in confusion. She was too tiny, too fragile, too hairless to identify at first. After a few calls to experts, the truth came out—and stunned everyone.
She wasn’t a puppy at all.
She was a domestic rabbit, only a few days old.
