It seems like Florian and his wife argue all day long, every day. Usually about nothing. This time, when the irate husband storms out of the house he neglects to tell his wife that he’s taken Little Max with him.

So the father and the two-year-old go shopping, except the father didn’t bring his wallet. "No credit," says the store clerk.

Stomping around muttering obscenities, Florian spots a pizza deliveryman standing on somebody’s front porch. He kneels down and tells the boy, "Stay close to me and don’t say a word."

Florian times his walking gait and arrives at the curb just in time to meet the pizza guy. Florian’s hand is in his jeans pocket. "Hand over the money or I’ll cut your heart out," Florian says.

The pizza guy hesitates. Florian pulls out a switch blade and presses a button. A six inch blade snaps out.

"Okay, okay," says the pizza guy, "here’s all of it," and tosses the money on the ground. A man from the house comes running down the steps, yelling, "What do you think you’re doing?"

Florian puts the point of the blade on the man’s chest and demands his wallet. Stuffing the money in his pockets, Florian picks up the boy and runs across the street into a thicket.

Nearly an hour later, Florian hears dogs barking and the clang of cow bells. "The sheriff’s got his tracking dogs out," Florian whispers to his boy. They start running, but it’s too late. By the time you can hear the dogs, they’ve already got your scent.

As the lead dog, Rebel, closes in, Florian flips his two-year-old directly at the bloodhound. But the dog runs around the boy and quickly catches up with "daddy."

The boy gets a cut lip from when he hits the ground, but is otherwise okay. Florian’s case is different. It takes 18 stitches to close up his wounds following the encounter with Rebel.