

Mojo was only four months old when his life nearly fell apart. The pit bull puppy was surrendered to an animal shelter in Nova Scotia, already carrying the weight of neglect most dogs never know. His body was ravaged by severe mange. His skin was raw, scabbed, and painful to the touch. Even as a puppy, he had learned discomfort far too early.
When Mojo arrived at the Baie Ste. Marie Animal Society of Clare, his condition shocked everyone who saw him. His entire body was affected. He was weak, frightened, and clearly suffering. But among the staff was one man who could not look away.
That man was Joey Wagner.
Joey ran the shelter and had seen countless difficult cases over the years, but Mojo stayed with him. There was something in the puppy’s eyes. Not fear, not resignation, but a quiet will to survive. Joey did not hesitate. He rushed Mojo straight to the veterinarian, knowing that waiting even a day could cost the puppy his life.
Mojo was placed into intensive care immediately. Treatment began at once, and the recovery process was slow and delicate. Mange at that stage is not just a skin condition. It drains the body, weakens the immune system, and causes constant pain. Mojo endured medicated baths, treatments, and careful monitoring. Through it all, Joey visited whenever he could.
Later, Joey would say that Mojo looked at him as if he understood that someone was finally fighting for him.
After a week in intensive care, Mojo began to improve. His skin slowly healed. His strength returned. The scabs softened and fell away, replaced by new fur. He started to act like a puppy again. Curious, playful, and eager for affection.
With his health finally stabilizing, Mojo faced the next step. Adoption.
The shelter prepared him for a new home, hoping to find someone patient enough to continue his care and loving enough to help him forget his painful start. Mojo waited, unaware of what was coming next.
Then the day arrived.
When his adopter walked in, Mojo looked up and froze for a moment. Then everything changed. His tail began to wag wildly. He rushed forward, covering the man with kisses, leaning into him, whining with excitement. Mojo recognized him instantly.
It was Joey.
The man who had carried him to the vet. The man who had refused to give up on him. The man Mojo already trusted with his life.
There was no hesitation. No uncertainty. Mojo knew exactly who had come for him.
From that day on, Mojo went home with Joey, not as a rescue case, but as family. The puppy who once could barely stand now spent his days healthy, happy, and loved. He followed Joey everywhere, always close, always grateful in the simple way dogs know how to be.
Mojo’s story is not just about recovery. It is about recognition. About a dog who remembered kindness and responded with absolute trust.
Sometimes animals never forget who saved them. And sometimes, the person who saves them realizes they were never meant to let go.









