An entitled family tries to steal my dog right out from underneath me while I'm at a public park, claiming that they not only deserve it, but also that there's nothing I can do about it, leaving me incredibly panicked and not sure what to do. Here's what happened. Okay, I want to start off by saying that I'm heated. And no, it has nothing to do with the rising temperatures. Like this is absolutely infuriating that these types of people actually exist. For some context, I have two dogs.

A 14-year-old Chihuahua, the rising temperatures. Like this is absolutely infuriating that these types of people actually exist.

For some context, I have two dogs, a 14-year-old chihuahua and a four-year-old Cheagle. I decided to take them to a nearby park to let them get some fresh air, as they've been laying around pretty much all week. And I figured that they could do well with the exercise. So I grab a few treats, a gallon of water, and their favorite ball and stuffed toy. We hop into the car and then we head out. The day is quite nice, not too hot, but definitely starting to get warmer. And I figure that we could do a nice lunch when we get back. We get to the park and there's a few people there. It seems like there's two families and a couple of people playing volleyball not too far away. So I park, I find a nice big empty spot with plenty of running space, and I let the girls just run loose. We're playing around for a good five minutes at this point, and I'm trying to keep my balance with my walking cane so they don't knock me over as they run back towards me and into my legs like I'm a bowling pen. For the sake of the story, I'll call my Chihuahua Jay and my Cheagel Charlie. I will know that Charlie really and I mean really likes to play. We're talking with anyone, everyone, anything, and everything. And that's mainly my father's part of spoiling and coddling her as a pup when she was only two months old. She was never disciplined, she was spoiled with human food so much that she wouldn't

eat regular dog or puppy food. She disobeys you, rarely listens when you call her name, etc.

She's always wagging her tail so much for whatever reason, that her entire hip shake and she'll get

exhausted from just being happy. Anyways, at some point, there are some kids running around at a jungle

gym nearby, laughing and playing and doing as kids do, and some adults that there are some kids running around at a jungle gym nearby, laughing and

playing and doing as kids do, and some adults that are trying to gather them all up and load them

into their van. Well, Charlie sees this and decided, hey, that looks fun. I like fun. I'm going to go

have fun and decides to run off and join in, while my other dog Jay is chilling in the grass

next to her water ball and stuffed toy. So I call out to Charlie walking towards her, whistling and snapping my fingers to try and get her to come back. But it's no dice. She keeps moving and reaches the family, running around happily between everyone's feet like a cat with Zumi's, whose life goal is to trip everyone it sees. The family's almost loaded up into the van and one kid stops and bends down to pet Charlie. I'm thinking, oh good, they stopped her from running off and I keep walking. The mom of the group is buckling a kid into the seat and turns around to notice, looks up at me and then back at Charlie and then picks her up and puts her in the kid's arms. She then closes the car door and ushers her kid to the other side,

hurrying them to get inside of the car. I'm then close enough to hear her say, go, go, right now. I then yell out and I say, hey, stop, that's my dog. And I weeble wobble as fast as I can towards the car. Out of the car steps who I assume is the father and maybe an uncle. Now, I'm really not sure as it was an older gentleman with gray hair, and the father steps in front of me

and puts his hand on my chest, stopping me right in my tracks. And this is where things really start to get weird. Now, because I was walking fast, the sudden stop almost causes me to fall backwards, but luckily I maintain my balance. The dad looks at me and says, well hey now that, that's far enough. I look at him and I say, that's my dog. She literally just took my dog. And I'm shouting at this point, making sure I get the attention of anyone else around. The person who I can assume is the uncle starts wagging his finger in my face and says, no, no, no. He is ours. We found him. We adopted him legally. The father then looked at him and said, you stop, be quiet. Now the mother is on the other side of the car watching us, holding her kid's shoulders still not inside the car. I looked at him and I said, if you like that finger, you'll keep it out of my face. Give me back my dog. The uncle then waves his hand at me and scoffs, with the father saying, that is not your dog, and he can put his finger wherever he wants. He then jabs his finger right in my chest. Now at this point, I take a step back and I lift my cane up, and I say, don't let this thing fool you. Give me back my dog now. Now, as reference, I'm by no means intimidating. I'm 5-7 and I wobble around with a

cane. The father is a foot taller than me and despite having a beer belly, he still had some

muscles on his arms. The mother then shouts from the other side of the car,

You already have a dog. We like this one. My kid deserves it. Look, she's so cute. But I just

scream at them, give me back my dog. The father then says,

You better get your dog and get out of here before you get hurt, little man. Now, my other dog, Jay had made her way over and is standing a few feet behind me. I call for my dog to go to the car, and she thankfully turns around and heads that way. At that point, an older and younger woman come up from behind the uncle,

who was now standing silent this entire time,

but standing over on the side.

The younger woman come up from behind the uncle, who was now standing silent this entire time, but standing over on the side. The younger woman then says, hey, no, that's not right. We had been here when you arrived and you didn't have the dog. He did. And the young woman pointed at me. The father then looks at the uncle and says, get in the car. The uncle complies and gets in, and the father takes Charlie from her kid's arm and sets

her on the ground. The kid says, oh, bye doggy, you're cute. And Charlie runs away to join Jay at my car, but not before running to pick up her ball and Jay's stuffed toy at the same time, falling and running back to the car empty-handed. The uncle then looks at me and says, we better not see you around or you're going to get

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