Keeping the big dog
I took a liking to a fellow physics student. He resembled the Scarecrow from Wizard of Oz. He suggested a study session. I agreed, so late one afternoon, I approached the front door of his house.

I knocked on the door. The door wasn't latched, however, and I inadvertently knocked the door ajar. Down the hallway, an enormous Great Dane turned towards me in surprise. I gasped with fear as the ginormous canine loped down the hall straight towards me.

To my surprise, there was no dog attack. He simply pushed by me, ran down the street, ran around the corner, and vanished. Also to my surprise, there was no one home. I belatedly pursued the dog, but he had disappeared.

It was with chagrin that I later informed my new friend. He took the news with stoic calm. It was just another episode in his tedious hobby of chasing the Damned Dog all over the Damned Neighborhood.
(Perv With A Dog had his eyes pecked out by scrub jays on, Thu 10 Jan 2013, 21:50, 2 replies)

That's certainly a diverting anecdote,
but are you sure you meant to post it this week?
( 4Q just lurking, Fri 11 Jan 2013, 1:00, closed)

Maybe we're missing the subtle humour, here?

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 11 Jan 2013, 9:02, closed)