I once had a young deerhound, who, terrified of the turd hanging out of her bum suspended on a long blade of grass, ran full length of the garden, through the back door, kitchen, hall, up the stairs, round the bedroom, back down the stairs, wall of death round the living room, back down the hall, kitchen and back out...
Screaming like fucking banshee... and she was the size of a small horse.
The RSPCA officer sat in my living room drinking a cup of tea (following up a malicious report about some dogs I didn't even own), just stood there open mouthed...
Fortunately she had seen that my dogs were all fit and well and looked after before this event occurred and had concluded the report was clearly malicious (hence the cup of tea!).
I caught the giant hairy banshee beginning her second lap, extracted the terrifying blade of grass turd with a bit of kitchen roll and calm was instantly restored, dog back to mooching bits of biscuit from all.
Lovely RSPCA lady: 'is that noise... normal for Deerhounds?'...
Me: 'Some days... yeah.'
One day you'll be as immune to this as the rest of us loopy sighthound people... the fact you find it funny is a really promising sign!