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My 12-Year-Old Son Built Wheelchairs for 3 Stray Dogs — Our Neighbor Smashed Their Shelter, but 24 Hours Later, Someone Showed Up at Her Door
They lingered near the edge of the street—thin, cautious, and clearly struggling. One dragged its back legs. Another limped heavily. The third moved slowly, as if every step required effort. For many, they were just another sad but distant reality.
For my 12-year-old son, they were something else entirely.
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