Clyde spent his childhood wanting a dog. His parents were open to the idea. The problem was that all dogs hated Clyde. It wasn’t until he was 40 that he met a dog that liked him. A mangy golden retriever named Satan, found in a car he stole.
The car brought in enough cash to pay for the dog’s food for a year. It wasn’t a cuddly, tail-wagging kind of dog, but from the first day it stayed at Clyde’s side. It’s jaws proved a useful tool in a tight spot. Now Clyde’s pockets are forever full of baby carrots.