I stole my dog. Well, technically my husband did. Ok, hear me out. So, we lived in New Jersey, a tiny town below sea-level during hurricane Sandy. We were evacuated. As we were driving we had to drive through a trailer park, suddenly my husband told me to stop. He jumped out of the car, he came back with a dog. Someone had chained him up outside of their trailer and left him to d*e. Toby, the Tobes, Tobester is still with us till this day, he’s about 16 now. I don’t regret a thing.