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A 30-year-old married guy hears a knock at the door, and as he opens he sees a platoon buddy, which he hasn't seen in 10 years, with a dog. They schmooze, laugh, and tell each other what they are up to, and meanwhile the dog is tearing apart the drapes, messing up the sofa, and breaking the laptop. Before the friend leaves the married guy tells him, "great seeing you, but next time could keep your dog at home?" The friend answers, "It's not my dog. He was lying near the front door when I came, so I thought he was yours".
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