More embarrasing than anything..
My dad had a Lancia Delta. Lovely car. Usually.

One particular day, the whole family (including dog) had gone up to my Aunt's in Northampton. It was quite late, and we were on our way back. On the M1, we were happily bombing down the road (in the fast lane, unusual when my dad was driving), when suddenly we smelled something and heard a loud bang. All of a sudden, the car lost nearly all it's power and slowed to less than 15mph..

That wasn't the embarassing part. No. That came, because both the middle and slow lanes were incredibly busy, and it took a while for my dad to cross the lanes safely and go to the hard shoulder. In the meantime, we had an increasing traffic jam behind us.

The other part was that after we'd waited for the RAC to turn up and tow us back, we left the car at my Aunt's. My uncle managed a large Volkswagen repair centre, and he promised to get one of his guys to look at it. We got the train back.

It was nearly midnight when we got back to Charing Cross station. The dog, having never been on any train, suddenly had to cope with both over and underground trains, and, being rather stressed by her experience, shit herself. Right in the middle of the ticket office at Charing Cross underground station. Actually at the point about 10 metres in front of the escalators (just so everyone could see her). With me holding her leash.
(Ok, I'll get me coat, Wed 28 Apr 2010, 17:05, 2 replies)

yep.
We've all done it.
(wheelspanner is cleaning the dead flies off his helmit on, Wed 28 Apr 2010, 21:37, closed)

So...your dog had a shit once?

( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Thu 29 Apr 2010, 9:25, closed)