Paul, a college roommate's friend, thought that it was "funny" that I took good care of my dog, and thought my devotion to her was excessive. Yes, I loved her, still do, and took good care of her and enjoyed being with her, but I didn't do anything crazy. But Paul thought it would be funny to play a joke on me. See, I took exception to the fact that he took her face into his hands and blew smoke up her nose. I told him that he had to leave immediately, and that that was a cruel, dangerous, and disgusting thing to do to an animal.
I came in from work one evening, put my things down and greeted my pup, and was about to take her for a walk when the phone rang. A man began screaming at me about his injured son, saying that my dog had gotten loose, had bitten his child badly on the face, and that, even now, he was in surgery and that the man was calling the police and animal control on me, that he wouldn't stop until he made sure that my dog was put down.
I went into complete panic mode, and was trying to seek information, as well as pointing out that my dog wasn't loose, that she'd been inside since I had left for work. He began screaming some more, cursing me out, and threatening to come and take care of my dog himself. He then hung up on me, and I tried to get myself together a bit, since I was hysterically sobbing, and I was about to call the police. The roommate had been over at Paul's house, but had been outside while the call was being made. He'd walked into the room at the tail-end of it, when Paul had hung up, and Paul smugly informed him of what he'd done. Roommate called me immediately to let me know that it was Paul, and that he was coming home right away to make sure I was o.k. When he got home, I said, "Paul was pretty much banned anyway, but I don't even want to see him at any parties or group events, ever."
Still makes me mad, thinking about it.