When I was 16 we went camping at Big Bear Lake: me, my dad, my sister , and my dog Hotdog .
Hotdog was a great little dog - with his shiny fur & golden mane Hotdog probably looked very hot & appetizing to other Dogs especially of the Female Variety.
Furthermore he was my in with the ladies !
Never had such an effective wing-man existed Nor has there ever been such deep Inter-species co-operation in the pursuit of Appreciation of the Beauty of the Fine Ladies God has gifted us .
And if the lady had a dog too ? - Well it was a match made in heaven ! Double dates for the both of us for the price of one !
But anyways I digress , We had to stop off at a sporting goods store to buy bait, and my dad and sister went in while I stayed outside to watch Hotdog . ^_^
While they were inside an old man with a beard walked over to me and started talking about how great a dog he was.
He started petting him a lot and then took Hotdog's leash off and picked him up, hugging him and laughing while Hotdog licked his face.
Suddenly he turned around and carried Hotdog to his truck, then tossed him inside and drove off. I was stunned in disbelief, and I deeply regret not confronting him.
When my dad came back outside the first thing he said was "where's my Hotdog?" and I told him about the old guy.
We drove around for the next 4 hours looking for the truck and talking to various park rangers but we never found him.
When we got back to the campgrounds my dad lost his temper and beat the shit out of me with a set of jumper cables.
The car ride back was completely silent until my dad uttered "I bet that old man ate our Hotdog . Lotta homeless around these parts."
My dad didn't see it, but I shed a few tears.