He Got in My Trunk — and Changed My Life

I’ve been a delivery rider for six years.
I carry everything: food, medicine, documents, packages…
Anything that fits in my motorcycle trunk.

Sun, rain, traffic, late nights.
My motorcycle is my tool. My paycheck. My partner.

But I never — NEVER — imagined I would carry a dog.

It was a Tuesday afternoon.
I had a delivery of dog food to a neighborhood on the outskirts.
Simple house. Green gate. Dogs running everywhere.

I rang the bell.
A young woman answered.
— “Hi! Is this the food? Just leave it there, please.”

I put the box down. She signed on the app.
— “Thanks! These little guys have been waiting for this.”

I was about to leave.
Then he appeared.

A tiny puppy.
Mixed breed. Caramel-colored. Floppy ears.
He ran straight out of the gate… straight to me.

He didn’t bark. Didn’t jump.
He just sat in front of my bike, looking at me
with those eyes that say everything without a word.

— “Hey buddy, you’ve got to stay here,” I said, trying to shoo him away.
But he didn’t move.
He just stared.

The woman came back to the gate, looked at me, looked at the puppy, and said:
— “I think he wants to go with you.”

I laughed.
— “No, ma’am. I work all day on the bike. I can’t take care of a dog.”

She smiled.
— “I’ve been rescuing abandoned dogs for five years, and I’ve never seen a dog choose someone like this. He chose you.”

I looked at the puppy.
He stayed there, sitting patiently.
As if he knew he was supposed to come with me.

— “Take him. At least for today. If it doesn’t work out, bring him back.”

I sighed.
Picked him up.
Put him in the trunk.

— “Just for today, okay? Tomorrow you go back.”

I started the bike.
He didn’t cry. Didn’t try to jump.
He stayed quietly, like he had always ridden with me.

I made eight more deliveries that afternoon.
And he came along to every single one.

At each stop, I opened the trunk.
He poked his head out.
People laughed.
— “How cute! Is he yours?”
— “Not… I mean… I guess so?”

At the end of the day, we got home.
— “Alright. You stay today. Tomorrow we figure it out.”

I gave him a bath with the hose.
Fed him some simple food — rice and eggs.
He ate like he’d never eaten in his life.

That night, I went to bed.
He lay at the door of my room.
Like he was guarding me.

The next morning, I woke up ready to return him.
I grabbed the bike to leave…
And he was waiting beside me.
Tail wagging. Eyes full of expectation.

As if asking:
— “Aren’t we going to work?”

And then I understood.

He didn’t just want a home.
He wanted a partner.
Someone to ride with.
Someone not to be alone with.

And I was alone too.
Working all day.
Eating lunch on my bike.
Watching life pass by, without company, without conversation.

Until…
I wasn’t alone anymore.

That tiny caramel puppy walked into my life without asking
and filled a space I didn’t even know existed.

That day, I started the bike.
He climbed into the trunk like it had always been his place.
And off we went.
Me and him.

Partners.
On the road and in life.

I named him Trunk.
Because that’s where he got in…
and somehow, he got into my heart too.