This puppy was just too much. As soon as it saw me, it froze in place and urinated in abject fear. Carefully, I squatted down and offered my paw, and it pensively sniffed me and approached. Give it a half-minute of sniffing, and it turns around in its incorrigible youth, throwing itself at me to be petted with fat fluffy paws and to lick my furry face--and dive inside my muzzle because it insisted on ruining the magic and/or looking like it was being eaten. Its owner pulled it away when I stood and it mounted my leg. I think that was an appropriate juncture for parting ways.

Warms my heart!