Years ago I had this huge long haired German Shepard. He looked ferocious but was the biggest sweetheart and loved to ride in cars. The owner of the country property I rented from was having a house built at the back end of the property and the workmen had to drive down my drive to reach the work site. One of those guys always stopped to pet & play with my dog. I didn't think much of it, he seemed like a nice guy. One day I came home from work and couldn't find my dog. That day coincided with the last working day of that particular guy. Of course I never could prove it, but I always suspected he just drove by, opened the door and the dog jumped in. Never saw the guy or my dog again.
It's been busy here this morning so I brewed a fresh pot.
