When I was around twelve years old, there was an older, childless couple that held the Tuesday book study in their basement rec room. They had a poodle that was very overweight - his large pink belly was visible through his thinning white fur. He could not walk the stairs to and from the meeting and had to be carried. After the closing prayer, he would always bark an 'amen'. (No kidding.)
One Saturday after service, I was invited over to their house for lunch. When I sat down at the table, I noticed that they had placed an extra setting with a plate only. Next, one of them lifted the dog onto a chair. After a prayer, they proceeded to plop pieces of meat and cheese onto the plate for the dog. He would snatch them from the plate and swallow them in one gulp. Pretty whacky, I'd say!