I had something funny happen at the vet's office (dog doctor, not veteran) the other day. I had taken my wife's little chihuahua in for an allergy shot. Every time I go in, there seem to be several really large dogs in the waiting room, and even though my wife's chihuahua weighs all of 4 pounds soaking wet, he thinks he's bigger than any dog in the room, so I always keep him in my arms, rather than let him down on the floor. I don't want him to hurt some of the other dogs.
I came out of the treatment room, and paid at the counter, and as I turned to leave, I noticed a man standing by the door in full uniform (khaki.) I'd say he was in his 40s, officer, lt. commander (gold oak leaves), three rows of ribbons, and dolphins. He had a doberman on a leash, and he was glaring at me the whole time I was there, until I left. I couldn't figure out his deal, and thought maybe it was one of two things: since I had my usual Navy veteran ball cap on, maybe he either thought I was a fake or I should know enough to "report" to an officer (secure that noise...I'm not an enlisted man anymore, and I'm too old to care about dancing to anyone's tune) or he thought it was a sacrilege for a Navy man to be carrying a chihuahua (I have news for him...if I'd turned my wife's dog loose, it would have made mincemeat out of his ankles!) Either way, since he was giving me the stink eye, and since I didn't want to start something he couldn't finish, I just went on my way.