I was out disc golfing and there was this dog that kept coming doing the course and barking at everyone in the parking lot. I didn't think anything of it at first but after 3 hours of this dog running away and coming back I got skeptical (I've always had dogs as pets and love dogs, and would like to believe I have a good understanding of dog behavior). So at the end of my day I told myself I'd follow this dog if it was still hanging around. Low and behold he's still there when I finished up my rounds. So I follow this pup about a quarter mile to this decent looking house with a gate. The whole time the dog is looking back and making sure I was following. We get to this house and the dog squeezes under the gate and goes right up to the door, lays down and starts shaking. I climb over and slowlllyyy approach the dog. He gives me some timid wags while backing off to the side and eventually pees on himself. I'm pretty sketched at this point. I take a look through the front windows and the place is absolutely torn apart l, shot was everywhere. I call my mom and tell her what's going on (I'm only 15), she tells me to call the cops. So I do. As I'm waiting this guy rolls up and says he lives there and asks what I'm doing. I start explaining and right then the cops roll up. I reiterate what I saw and what happened to, and then he asks the "home owner" what's up. The guy says he just over in and that's why the place is a mess and he's never seen the dog before. It all seemed very shady but the cop didn't want to listen to me. He ended up taking the dog and that was that I still think about and wonder what was really going on. That dog told me all I needed to know, it still kinda fucks me up.