I have mentioned in the past my dog, Jake. Jake and I are pals, Jake and I are buddies. I love him, he loves me, etc. etc., but he has me wrapped and he knows it. Jake is half chow, half golden retriever and can be very intimidating when he wants to be.
Yesterday when I got home from work, Jake wanted to go outdoors. Okay fine. I pick up the leash, he grabs his giant blue stuffed dog. Its true. He stood at the door with this giant blue stuffed dog dangling out of his mouth. I said to him, "You're going to look silly walking around in public with that thing hanging out your gob like that." He just looked at me and demanded I open the door (okay he didn't actually say to open the door, but I understood the "look"). So I opened the door and out we went. We weren't 10 steps from the front door when one of the neighbors I had never met pulled up in the parking lot. He gets out and sees Jake with this blue thing dangling around his face and says, "Awwww how sweet!" I was so fucking embarrassed.
My vicious guard dog has blown his reputation in one fell swoop. I am now known as the woman that has that sweet dog who won't go anywhere without his stuffed blue dog toy.
I will never live this down.