Every Day, A Dog Visits A Closed Store, And A Poor Boy Follows The Dog And Finds Out The Truth—Today’s Story

Daniel, an eighteen-year-old warehouse worker, trudged through his mundane routine. His days consisted of early mornings, a thirty-minute bus ride, and the chilly warehouse. The area was desolate, dotted with closed shops, including a once-vibrant bike shop, “Morgan’s Bikes,” now shuttered with a crooked “CLOSED” sign. Rumors swirled about the owner, Morgan, having abruptly left town.

One overcast morning, Daniel noticed a small, reddish-tan Shyba Inu, “Koda” as he mentally named him, sitting motionless at the bike shop’s entrance. The dog stared intently at the dusty glass, ears perked, as if anticipating the door to open. Curiosity piqued, Daniel made a mental note to check on the dog again.

Days turned into weeks, and Koda became a fixture, always at the shop’s door in the mornings, disappearing around midday. He never begged or barked, just kept his quiet vigil, occasionally pressing his nose against the glass. Daniel wondered if Koda was Morgan’s dog, waiting for his return.

Talking with colleagues, Daniel learned the dog had indeed belonged to Morgan. “Yeah, I saw that dog,” Hank, a forklift operator, said. “That poor guy is always around. I heard it used to belong to the guy from the bike shop.” The shop had been closed for months, and no one knew who was caring for Koda. Daniel found it puzzling; Koda looked well-maintained, yet he seemed to have no home.

One lunch break, Daniel approached Koda with a half-eaten chicken sandwich. “Hey there, buddy,” Daniel said softly, offering the sandwich. Koda wagged his tail slightly but remained in his spot. Daniel placed the sandwich on the sidewalk. To his surprise, Koda grabbed the sandwich and darted away. Daniel called after him, but Koda vanished.

The same scenario played out each day. Koda would take the offered food and disappear. Daniel suspected Koda was stashing the food somewhere. He ruled out puppies; Shyba Inus, especially males, wouldn’t typically do that. He wondered why Koda wasn’t eating the food himself and why he seemed to be getting thinner.

Weeks passed. Koda’s routine remained unchanged. Daniel learned more about Morgan’s disappearance. “Oh yeah,” the clerk replied. “I heard that dog was once the pet of the bike shop owner. They say the owner has vanished without a trace.” Daniel felt a pang of sadness. Koda was clearly loyal to Morgan, waiting for a return that seemed unlikely.

One freezing Monday night, Daniel found Koda curled up in the snow by the shop door. “You can’t stay here, buddy,” Daniel said gently. He took Koda home, despite his girlfriend Tasha’s “no pets” rule. “Tash, I really am sorry, but I had to do it,” Daniel explained. Tasha reluctantly agreed, but with conditions. “You handle all the cleaning, all the feeding, all the everything.”

That night was chaotic. Koda explored the apartment, while Tasha remained wary. Around midnight, Koda was gone, having slipped out through a slightly open bathroom window. Tasha was exasperated. “Awesome. Now we can’t even keep up with it.”

The next day, Koda was back at the bike shop. Daniel was both relieved and frustrated. He offered Koda a pastry, which the dog promptly took and ran off with. Daniel decided to follow him.

Koda led Daniel through winding streets, past abandoned houses, to a rundown house with the name “Morgan” on the mailbox. Koda whined at the side door, and a larger dog barked from within. Daniel peered through the dirty window and saw a thin German Shepherd trapped in a small room. Koda had been delivering the food to this imprisoned dog!

Daniel realized both dogs likely belonged to Morgan. The Shepherd was trapped, and Koda was keeping him alive. Tears welled up in Daniel’s eyes. He called the police.

The police and animal rescue team arrived. They found the German Shepherd, Bruno, emaciated and barely alive. They also found Morgan’s body in an outbuilding. He had died weeks ago. Koda, the loyal Shyba Inu, had been his companion’s lifeline.

Bruno was taken to a vet clinic, with Koda following closely. The story made the local news: “Loyal Shyba Inu Saves Fellow Dog from Starvation After Owner’s Mysterious Death.” With no relatives, Morgan’s dogs were essentially abandoned.

Daniel visited Bruno and Koda at the clinic, feeling a deep sense of responsibility. He wanted to adopt them, but Tasha’s dislike of dogs was a hurdle. He knew he couldn’t separate Koda and Bruno.

He told Tasha the whole story. She was resistant but eventually agreed, albeit hesitantly. “Alright,” she replied. “Just remember, it’s your funeral if our place gets torn to shreds.”

The dogs settled into their new home. There were challenges, but Tasha gradually warmed up to them. Koda, now relieved of his food-gathering duties, became playful and cheerful. Bruno regained his strength and his coat became shiny.

Months passed. Tasha even started taking the dogs for walks and boasting about them to her coworkers. Daniel reflected on how a simple act of curiosity had led to rescuing two dogs and creating a new family.

One evening, Tasha and Daniel hosted a dinner party. Tasha recounted the story of Koda and Bruno, captivating their guests. Daniel smiled, content with how everything had unfolded.

He realized that small acts of kindness can lead to extraordinary outcomes. He had found purpose in helping these dogs, and they had brought unexpected joy into his life and even changed Tasha’s view on dogs.

Daniel continued working at the warehouse, but his life was richer. He came home to two enthusiastic dogs and a smiling Tasha. He had found contentment in the most surprising of places. And it all began with a dog sitting outside a closed bike shop.