Ok.... We were at a game con in Los Angeles, guessing it was mid 80s. They frowned on recreational chemistry on the floor back then, so we headed up to the room for some Call of Cthulhu. Kerie was GM'ing, about 6 of us in the group. One of our buddies, Robert, was playing as a former vaudeville performer who did an animal act, somebody (can't remember the character's name) and Skippy the Wonder Dog. Skippy was an older dog now, but Robert was so proud of Skippy. Since he wasn't part of the actual game play, he was just a story aid, and Skippy could do anything. For the next 4 hours, Skippy was the running gag with his wondrous and meaningless exploits. Ok, now we're getting to a tense moment, some monster or another is rising out of pool at the base of some waterfall, and we're trying to cast a barrier spell on a rope downstream. And no one can get the rope across the freaking river. One of these things, the rope we had was too heavy or something, much arguing about how hard it is to throw a rope, blah blah, but it's not happening. But.... we can throw a stick across. What if.... yeah, what if we tie the rope to Skippy, throw the stick across, and tell him to fetch? That might work. So, in a long and tedious process that only people who have played table top RPGs will understand, the negotiations and arguing and dice rolling and arguing begin, and 30 minutes later we have a fleshed out Skippy the Wonder Dog. I think he was an Airedale. Regardless, Robert has this goofy, proud grin, his loyal and smart and talented dog is going to save the day. After several attempts, we throw the stick. 1/2