I guess having a dog is kindov like having a kid. You relate to other people who also have them, and automatically trade stories.
I had a massage the other day and started by asking the therapist to concentrate on my neck because Puppy Dog had pulled me over a few weeks ago.
So she asked what dog we have and told me that she and her husband had a Golden Retriever Puppy. She already had a lot of naughty puppy stories.
Never mind the housetraining - the little critter had found a box of surgical gloves - I have no idea why they have those at their house - took them out through the doggie door and spread them all over the yard. She said it looked like little beige alien corpses after a civil war.
He'd also got up onto the kitchen counters and carpeted the whole house with paper napkins.
Maybe they helped out with the housetraining accidents...
Ah, Dog is love.