I do wish Gary was awake so I could just transcribe the story he told me when I came home from work. I'll do my best from memory.
Gary took the dog on a walk this evening. This was what Gary would describe as a "doggie walk," as opposed to the alternative, a "daddy walk." A daddy walk is when Mac leads the way while Gary just holds the leash. (Having to think about it? It took a while for me to figure out Gary is "Daddy." I just don't see him that way.)
Tonight, though, it was a doggie walk. At some point in the walk the two encountered a huge dog.
(I assumed at first it was the friendly neighborhood mastiff who breaks into houses through any medium or large dog door. We have no dog door, so I haven't come home to a strange horse-sized dog. But Gary said, "No, this dog was huge. It just had to come off its front paws a little and it was nose to nose with me." I started to argue that was the mastiff but I let it go.)
So as Gary related, the Big Dog was staring at Mac the way Mac stares at flank steak. Gary swept Mac up and held him over his head as Big Dog started to lean in and sniff. Gary turned his back on Big Dog to further protect Mac. Big Dog came around front. Gary turned his back on the Big Dog. Gary kept pivoting in a circle until a neighbor drove up.
"Are those your dogs?" the neighbor asked.
"Just this one," Gary laughed, holding Mac up further. Mac was being vewy vewy qwiet.
"Here Dog!" cried the neighbor in the car. "Come here!"
Big Dog kept circling with Gary.
"Here Doggie!" (Kissy noises from the neighbor.)
This distracted Big Dog and Gary was able to make his escape. Gary and Mac came in and Mac promptly barfed; dizzy, no doubt.