When I was 8 years old I had a dog named Max. He'd been abused by a family my family left him with when we moved to Florida, but we eventually got him back. He wasn't quite the same though, so my mom was thinking about just putting him down.
One night I had a dream that I had to use the bathroom, and in the dream I got up and went like normal. It turned out in real life I just went to the corner of my room and started peeing, totally unaware of what I was doing. Anyway, I was so embarrassed by it that when my mom asked me what happened I told her Max did it.
She put him down soon after.