My old friend Mark has resurrected a True Dog Story I had hoped would remain buried:
One day my friend Swabby Chucky (who has since risen through the ranks to become Cap'n Chucky) visited our house. Mickey was on a tether (see Roaming, above) and, when Chuck arrived, came out to the front of the house, baying his fool head off. Chuck knew Mickey from a previous encounter (that Himself had obviously forgot), knew he was harmless, and began howling back at the dog in a loud baritone.
Mickey immediately began to slink for cover and, in order to calm things, I grabbed him by the collar and had him sit so that Chuck could come up, pet him, and otherwise assure him that there was nothing to fear. After a few moments, Mickey realized it was all a misunderstanding and relaxed. At that point, he got up out of his sitting posture to reveal a big puddle.
At that point, I lost all composure, accusing Chuck of having literally scared the piss out of our dog.
All of this was lost on Chuck and Mickey, who had entered into negotiations about how to scratch the dog's head and chest."