Back in the late 80s, I was a A1C MWD Handler at a SAC base.

Once per shift, a handler and their MWD had to complete an area search outside the alert aircraft area. One night as I was completing this task, there was an emergency with one of the alert aircraft which caused everyone and their brother that needed to be there to come out including this poor sap.

After everything had calmed down and the problem was being resolved, my shift commander (who I still call a friend) and I were standing around shooting the shit when the subject of the story walks up to us. It was at this time my MWD decided that he was bored, so he laid down and began to lick himself. The Major saw what was happening and said that he wished that he could do that. So with no thought to the company I was in, I immediately blurted out that I would be more than happy to move my dog’s head and allow him to do that, but I’m not sure that my dog would appreciate it. Needless to say that the major was not very happy with me and walked away very quickly. But, my captain who amazingly kept his military bearing during this was able to smooth things over, so I received no repercussions from it. Even thirty plus years later, he still brings the story up whenever we talk.