So, when I was about 7 or 8 years old, and lived in Pocatello, Idaho (which I don't anymore), one of the dogs I had was a chocolate lab named Brody. I lived next door to a family, who scammed/tricked me out of some of my possessions over time. That's something for another time, though. It started about the same time that my family moved to the neighborhood, which was largely Mormon, and my family wasn't. We had to have a fence, beware of dog sign, and no trespassing sign, because of a law so that if something DID happen between someone and our dog(s), they wouldn't need to be put down.

Now, Brody was pretty much the opposite of a mean dog, yes he was protective, but he only bit somebody once, and it was because me and my best friend at the time were horsing around. However, our neighbors that lived to our left would hit Brody with golf clubs, golf balls, and even shovels, from time to time. Keep in mind that this was over 10 years ago, so I may be incorrect on/missing pieces of information... The point is, they would physically abuse a dog that wasn't their own.

This all culminated when, one night, the mother of the family came into our yard, for whatever reason, and was bitten by Brody. The neighbors must have called the police or something, because they came to our house to talk about what happened. I'm assuming they had connections to the police, because the officers decided that, despite the neighbors BREAKING the law, and my family following it, our dog had to be put down, or live in a kennel for the rest of his life... Of course, my family decided to put him down, by cremating him. The day that the police came back, to have us take Brody to be euthanized, I remember standing behind my parents, crying my eyes out. I even said something akin to "You can't take him!" to the officers. Meanwhile, the family that caused all this got away COMPLETELY clean, with no punishment or anything for breaking the law.

For about 4-5 years after that, I would start to cry whenever I heard the name Brody. I have since then gotten past the crying, but whenever I think about this story I still get pissed off about what happened, and how it happened. I also believe that my feelings and distrust toward other humans, in general, were shaped by this event in my life.

TL;DR, People are MONUMENTAL assholes...