It was August 1943. I got home after work, hopped on my bicycle and peddled off to the Mille Isle River for a swim. Along with me was my pet dog, an Airdale named Bozo. On my way I saw a girl I knew at the roadside talking with her parents and sister. So I stopped to say hello. After a few moments I noticed that Bozo was becoming very restless but I, stupidly, ignored him. Then the people I was talking with started laughing and laughing, looking towards the ground and Bozo. I suddenly felt something on my leg. When I looked  down, there was Bozo relieving himself on my leg, and he did not miss one squirt. Needless to say, I was very embarrassed and was never allowed to live the event down.   Submitted By: NULL