and entitled Karen and her kids storm up to my house to take my dog away that apparently belonged to

them before I rescued it, claiming that they have every right to have it and that I can either give

it to him now or else they're going to come back with paperwork and take it later. But thankfully,

the law and the police were on my side, as I proved once and for all that this dog was legally

mine and these awful people will never have her back. Here's how it went down. Also, this story came from the Am I the Jerk subreddit. If you'd like to share your own story, check the link in the description because we would love to hear what you have to say. Let's get started. Okay, first off, this happened a few months ago, and it took us this long to deal with the aftermath and get all the information correct. For reference, me and my fiancé moved for his job to a new state, and we rented a house. A month after we started living here at our new home, we heard a dog barking outside and went to see who will later become our loving rescue. Now, for those of you who know dog breeds, this was a one-year-old great peonies. And for those who don't know, this was a

huge white dog. It was winter, and that specific night, it was below freezing. I walked outside to approach this muddy, scared barking dog. I had grown up with animals, so I knew how to approach in a non-threatening way. Well, I managed to get this dog to come to me, and I grabbed the ruined collar that was on it. The first thing I did was look for a tag, and to my surprise, there was no

tag. My fiance walked around the neighborhood, looking for anyone that may have been looking for their dog, and found no one. So he came back, looked at the dog, and reluctantly said, let's bring it inside. It's too cold out here. So we brought the dog inside, where we found out she was a female, and she started playing around with our clothing as soon as she was warm. She was happy and wagging her tail, pulling clothes out of the box, and shaking them around. I got her some water and some of the only food that we could spare, namely my Pringles, as we didn't have a stocked fridge yet. Well, she drank the water like she hadn't seen water in months and ate those

pringles so quickly and aggressively like they would run away. Her ribs were visible and she was

so light for how big she was. So we brought her into our bedroom and tried to get some sleep for the

night. She slept on a blanket I just finished crocheting two hours before we found her. The next morning

with very little sleep, I made a Facebook post to a local

lost pet group and decided to call up Animal Control. Animal Control took the dog to the local

shelter, but took our contact information because if no one claimed her, we were going to take the

dog for ourselves. We later found out from the shelter that day they brought the dog in that she

was only 20 pounds, and her breed at that age

should have been closer to 60 pounds fast forward to two days later and the

shelter asked us to foster the dog as they simply had no room and the dog was

showing signs of anxiety so we picked her up and took care of her mainly working to

get her healthy those first few days were so stressful for me since my fiancee

was working and I was the only one home all day with the dog. She threw up a few times and I had to ask my grandmother, who was once a dog breeder for some help on getting the dog to eat. And that's when I discovered that giving a sick dog boiled chicken and rice was a thing. I fed her four times a day small amounts according to research that I did on her breed, and I took her on small walks twice a day to work up her strength. Over the next five days, we took care of the dog until the shelter contacted us to say that no one came to look for her. So we immediately went and signed all the adoption paperwork, got her shots, and scheduled her appointment for getting spayed. And for reference, it's a state law for dogs to be spayed by the age of one. But the very next day is when the drama happened. See, before me and my fiance moved into this house, there lived a family here before us. To understand this more, I should give a little background about this family. First of all, the landlord did not like this family at all. They wrecked the house completely, left without even telling the landlord. And second, this family was still sending mail to the house months after moving.

Third, this family was the previous owners of the dog. And animal control was very familiar with them

for calls related to neglect of the dog. Well, Saturday, the day after officially adopting our dog

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