We received a tip about a stray dog lingering in a rural area quite a distance from us. With the help of a kind witness and some early information, we made the decision to try. We drove out, assessed the area, chose the best possible location, and set the Missy trap. Cameras were placed, everything checked twice, and we headed back home to wait.

We didn’t make it far.

About twenty minutes into the return trip, the alert came through—Axl was in. We turned around immediately. As we drove back, we monitored the camera feed, growing increasingly concerned when it began to malfunction. By the time we reached the trap site, we understood why.

This big, handsome pittie had completely destroyed the cellular camera, pulled the sensor wiring into the trap, and absolutely shredded it—and he had plenty to say about the whole situation.

What followed wasn’t a quick win, but the beginning of a long, careful process of building trust. Axl had clearly been mistreated by whoever dumped him in that rural area, and the trauma showed itself as severe aggression.

Despite that, he bonded almost instantly with Chelsea—deeply, loyally, and without hesitation. For the first time, he had someone who was his.

Sadly, Axl’s health declined and his aggression worsened beyond what rehabilitation could safely overcome. The decision was heartbreaking, but unavoidable.

Though it may seem contrary, Axl’s story is still a success. He crossed the rainbow bridge having finally known safety, devotion, and love—things he had been denied for far too long. Even if it was brief, it mattered.

Rest in peace, big guy. 🖤