When we first got Crackers (the Pomerainian) he was very skittish. (He was a stray, and we think he was abused) He also wasn't housebroken, and he would literally empty himself out if you even looked at him funny.
One morning when he (Crackers) was still quite new to us, John (my partner) figured out that Crackers was about to lose it, so he went to grab him and take him outside before we had another deluge, but it was too late. John picked him up and was heading for the door when Crackers let loose. It was remarkably like a lawn sprinker.
John was immensely irritated, not only because of the situation but also because I was laughing so hard. It was at my house, it was my furniture getting the brunt of it, so I don't know why he was so bent out of shape.
I still crack up whenever I think of that day.