A Dog Came to Our New Home Every Day – What I Found When I Followed It Left Me Stunned

We Moved Into a Late Man’s House, and Every Day a Dog Came to Us – One Day, I Followed It and Was Shocked by Where It Led Us

Maggie is eager for a fresh start when she and her husband, Kyle, and son, Ethan, move into a new home. Maggie only wanted her son to be happy, and he needed a new school and a change of environment. However, a husky sneaks into their yard one day, starts eating their food, and gets to know Ethan. The husky then brings Maggie and Ethan into the woods, where he is about to reveal something terrible to them.

I felt happy when we moved into our new home. I was more than ready for this new chapter in our lives. My spouse, Kyle, and I were eager to start over for our baby, Ethan. We all wanted to move over the bullying incident that he had lately experienced at school.

The older man who had owned the residence, Christopher, had recently gone away. His forty-year-old daughter sold it to us, saying she hadn’t even lived in it since her father’s passing and that it was too difficult to keep.

“There’s too many memories in there, you know?” When we first met, she advised me to take a stroll around the house. “I also want to make sure it stays out of the wrong hands. I want a family to move in and adore it just as much as my family did.”

“Tracy, I totally understand what you’re saying,” I comforted her. “We’ll make this house into our forever home.”

Although we were excited to get settled in, an odd thing started to happen on the first day. A husky would arrive at our front door every morning. He was an elderly canine, his coat turning gray and his sharp blue eyes seeming to stare straight through you.

The good boy didn’t complain or bark. He would wait, simply sitting there. Since we assumed he belonged to a neighbor, we naturally offered him some food and drink. He would go off like it was normal after eating.

“Do you think his owners just don’t feed him enough, Mom?” One day, as we were buying our weekly groceries and supplies for the husky at the grocery store, Ethan requested.

“E, I’m not sure,” I answered. “Maybe the old man who lived in our house fed him, so it’s part of his routine?”

Ethan answered, “Yeah, that makes sense,” and added some dog treats to our shopping basket.

We didn’t give it much thought at first. We just wanted to wait until Ethan was comfortable at his new school before Kyle and I got him a puppy.

But the following day, he arrived. And the day following that. Sitting patiently by the porch, always at the same time.

The husky didn’t seem like your typical stray. He behaved as though he was at home. As if we were only passing visitors in his house. Though odd, we didn’t give it any attention.

Ethan felt ecstatic. And I was aware that my son was gradually developing feelings for the husky. He played with the dog for as long as he could, throwing sticks to him or just sitting on the porch and conversing with him as if they had known each other for ages.

I used to observe from the kitchen window, grinning at how quickly Ethan had been attached to this enigmatic creature.

After everything that had happened to him at his previous school, it was precisely what Ethan needed.

One morning, Ethan’s fingers stroked the dog’s collar as he petted him.

He said, “Mom, there’s a name here!”

I approached the dog and knelt beside him, brushing away some of the fur that covered his tattered leather collar. Though it was hardly noticeable, the name was there:

Christopher Jr.

A beat skipped in my heart.

Was it merely an accident?

Christopher, similar to the previous owner of our home? Was that his dog, this husky? The idea chilled me to the bone. There had been no mention of a dog from Tracy.

“Do you think he’s been coming here because it used to be his home?” Ethan inquired, his wide eyes gazing up at me.

I shrugged, a little uncomfortable.

Maybe, my love. But it’s difficult to say.

It seemed, though, that this husky was no ordinary stray. He behaved as though he was at home. As if we were only passing visitors in his house. Though odd, we didn’t give it any attention.

After Christopher Jr. had eaten later that day, he started acting strangely.

With a quiet whine, he paced back and forth close to the yard’s border, his gaze darting across to the woods. That was something new for him to do. Now, though, it seemed as though he was requesting that we follow him.

I observed it as the dog came to a stop and looked straight ahead.

“Mom, I think he wants us to go with him!” Ethan exclaimed, putting on his jacket as he spoke.

I wavered.

“Darling, I’m not sure that’s a good idea…”

“Come on, Mom!” stated Ethan. “We must ascertain his destination and the current situation. I’ll text Dad to let him know, and we’ll bring our phones. Would you please?”

Curious, but I didn’t want to do it. The dog’s haste gave me the impression that this was more than simply a casual stroll in the woods.

Thus, we did what we were told.

Leading the route, the husky periodically turned to face us to make sure we remained. With the exception of the occasional snap of a twig beneath our boots, the woods were silent and the air was fresh.

“You’re still sure about this?” I questioned Ethan.

“Yes!” with excitement. “Dad has our location, don’t worry, Mom.”

For perhaps twenty minutes, we strolled farther and farther into the forest. More profound than I’d ever experienced. Just as I was about to advise going back, the husky suddenly stopped in a tiny clearing.

I observed it as the dog came to a stop and looked straight ahead.

A pregnant fox was caught in a hunter’s net and was hardly moving at all.

Shouting, “Oh my God,” I hurried over to the fox.

Her breathing was faint, her fur matted with grime, and she appeared weak. She was shaking from the agony the trap had driven into her leg.

“Mom, we’ve got to help her!” With a trembling voice, Ethan spoke. “Look at her, she’s hurt!”

“I know, I know,” I said while struggling to extricate her from the inhumane snare. The husky stood beside, softly moaning as though he could feel the fox’s suffering.

I was finally able to release the trap after what seemed like an eternity. First, the fox remained motionless. She simply laid there, gasping for air.

“E, we need to take her to the vet right away,” I said, taking out my phone to give Kyle a call.

We quickly hurried the fox to the closest veterinary facility after Kyle arrived and carefully covered her in a blanket he brought. Naturally, the husky accompanied us.

After all of this, it seemed as though he would not be leaving the fox.

The fox required surgery, the veterinarian declared, and we waited in the small, sterile room, anxious. With his hands resting on the husky’s thick fur, Ethan sat quietly beside him.

“You think she’ll make it, Mom?” Ethan enquired.

My words were, “I hope so, honey,” and I squeezed his shoulder. “She is resilient. And we exerted every effort possible.”

The fox woke up from her successful surgery wailing, her cries resonating throughout the facility.

Neither Kyle nor the veterinarian were able to make her comfortable. But she stopped when I entered the room. She gave me one last quiet whimper before turning away as her eyes met mine.

The vet remarked, “It’s like she knows you helped her.”

Two days later, we returned for her and took her home. We provided her with a cozy den in the garage so she could recuperate. Vixen the fox stayed with CJ, the husky, as Ethan had come to call him, the whole time.

She gave birth to four little kittens a few days later. It really was the most incredible thing I had ever seen. She also permitted me to participate.

One day, Ethan told me, “She only lets us near her babies,” after we went to see how Vixen and the babies were doing. “She trusts us.”

I grinned and nodded.

“And the dog too,” I continued. “CJ seems to be right at home with us.”

Kyle and I knew it was time to give the babies away once they were old enough. Back in the forest, we constructed a decent den for them, and we watched as Vixen vanished inside it with her young.

These days, Ethan, CJ, and I trek to the forest every weekend to see them. The fox is always the first to welcome us, her kits following closely behind, full of curiosity as always.

How would you have responded in that situation?