In non-dementia news, my nervous little dog (who has mellowed considerably but can still flip at loud noises) was utterly freaked out by the woosh-woosh of the new corduroy pants I was wearing when I walked him this morning.
It took me a minute to figure it out. I'd take two steps, he'd freeze in terror. Calm down, two steps, terror... I had a good laugh once I figured it out. Cracking me up now.