He wouldn’t let anyone close—not at first.
Crouched behind a row of broken chairs outside a restaurant, he looked sick, tired, and utterly alone. His body flinched at every sudden sound, every approaching footstep. It had been days since he’d trusted anyone.
But Joey didn’t back down.
Armed with patience, chicken, and beef, Joey visited him every day—tossing small bits of food just close enough to build a bridge between fear and trust. “He’s a good dog,” he’d say. “He just needs someone to believe in him.”
And he did every single day.
Over the course of two weeks, Joey rescued three different dogs, but this one tugged at everyone’s heart. He had no collar, no home, and nowhere to go. Locals said he had been wandering for a while. Joey asked everyone, hoping for a clue. But there were none.
Until one moment changed everything.
Just as they were preparing to bring the dog to a vet for a proper check-up, a couple stepped out of a nearby restaurant. “We’ve been trying to figure out how to adopt him,” they said. “We just didn’t know where to start.”
And that’s how the plan began—one built on hope, community, and an unshakable belief in second chances.
There was a hurdle, though: no dogs were allowed to fly out of that city due to an embargo. But love always finds a way. Joey tapped into every contact he had. The dog was driven to Tijuana. From there, a ride was arranged to Los Angeles. And finally, his new family drove down from Canada, crossing miles just to bring him home.
Now, he spends his days lounging in cafes, tail wagging, eyes soft, heart at peace.
From a lonely street to a loving home across borders is a story that is a reminder: sometimes it takes a village to save one soul.
