Eric Rudolph tells an interesting story of how he eluded the FBI. While stealing vegetables from a garden, he had this to say about a neighboring dog:

"I had to be extremely gentle with the frozen plastic," he writes, "for across the street, on the porch of the gardener's house, was my nemesis: a 20-pound pile of canine crap named 'Fluffy,' waiting patiently on guard for the slightest noise.

"Every time I would go to the garden, he would be there watching, waiting," he writes of the dog. "A sound from the garden would send him into a rage, forcing my hasty retreat. I tried to make friends by feeding him (McDonald's) hamburgers, but he would have none of my blackmail. He hated me, and I hated him, and the battle would continue every time I invaded his territory."