Funniest/oddest/stupidest thing your dog/cat has done?
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Moglet got wedged in a cardboard tube the other night. Millie dropped his fuzzy bug through a hole I cut in the top of the tube, foolish kitten tried to get down the end of the tube pushing it across the floor and against the radiator at which point he got stuck
I wasn't allowed to photograph his stupidity before getting 'suarezed' trying to reach down the tube and push him back out head first!
I wasn't allowed to photograph his stupidity before getting 'suarezed' trying to reach down the tube and push him back out head first!
Benny our staffy/pom cross is a funny little unit. Has a thing for jumping into the bath for a sniff about, not been put off by the time he did that when it was full of water. Will often pull a towel off the side of the bath and roll around on it.
He does the "poo dance" before going at home, runs back and forth growling to himself a few times before a few spins round then doing the deed.
When he was a pup he chewed through the wire of some fairy lights once, ran off screaming through the house.
Has a thing for attacking my feet in bed on a weekend morning.
He does the "poo dance" before going at home, runs back and forth growling to himself a few times before a few spins round then doing the deed.
When he was a pup he chewed through the wire of some fairy lights once, ran off screaming through the house.
Has a thing for attacking my feet in bed on a weekend morning.
Sunday night all most midnight, he notices something outside and wakes the house up barking and growling.
It was the Christmas wreath on the front door, he could see it through the glass, so no wreath this year.
He ran a cat in the garden, but the cat stood it's ground and he didn't know what to do.
The at arched it's back and spat at the dog, I shooed the cat away before it hurt my dog......
He's a Bull mastiff. ...
It was the Christmas wreath on the front door, he could see it through the glass, so no wreath this year.
He ran a cat in the garden, but the cat stood it's ground and he didn't know what to do.
The at arched it's back and spat at the dog, I shooed the cat away before it hurt my dog......
He's a Bull mastiff. ...
I was taking Ghost Face Killer (aka Sooty) for his usual afternoon walk and was approaching a group of girls.
They did the usual 'awwwwww look how cute he is' etc and bent down to pet him. This reaction usually happens but there was a bit more giggling than usual then i heard the word 'dummy'. I looked down and found him looking like this....
I was talking to my mother later that day and told her about the dummy incident. Apparently when she was walking him the previous day he did exactly the same thing but she removed the dummy and threw it into some bushes. The same bushes the little critter had been sniffing around 10minutes before the meeting with the group of girls. Not only had he found the dummy from the previous day but i had walked him for a good 10 minutes without even realising it was in his gob!
They did the usual 'awwwwww look how cute he is' etc and bent down to pet him. This reaction usually happens but there was a bit more giggling than usual then i heard the word 'dummy'. I looked down and found him looking like this....
I was talking to my mother later that day and told her about the dummy incident. Apparently when she was walking him the previous day he did exactly the same thing but she removed the dummy and threw it into some bushes. The same bushes the little critter had been sniffing around 10minutes before the meeting with the group of girls. Not only had he found the dummy from the previous day but i had walked him for a good 10 minutes without even realising it was in his gob!
My two mutts do some of the above - licking legs when getting out of the shower, always coming with me when I go to the loo, if it's a sit down job, I have both of them at my feet demanding they get tummy tickles!
Phoebe (black lab) has loads of funny little ways: she has to grab mouthfuls of dry dog food before she goes out the door, of course, half of it spills out of her cheeks and Chester (Basset-ish) hoovers all the bits up. Yhis is EVERY time they go out!
She has to go out at 11:00 a.m. every day as that's the time she does a poo. Take her out at 10:00 and... nothing, 10:45... nothing! Also, always does it in the same spot and if she's desperate (having held it too long) she runs up the road to get to HER bit of gutter! She also knows 2:00 in the afternoon and starts dancing as that's the time she goes out for her big walk. Honestly, she can tell time! Also, has to walk around with her ball in her mouth, she has indoor balls and outdoor balls and never the twain shall meet!
I could go on....
While Phoebe is the most intelligent dog I've ever known (though neurotic and damaged) Chester is the thickest! He's another one that's so nosey he walks into things, parked cars being his favourite, he's so busy sniffing he just doesn't notice them. He wanders into every open gateway he sees (extending lead) and then won't come out, he has to go and meet every dog he sees, is hopeless at reading body language and when the other dog is a grumpy sod, Chester is utterly amazed that the other dog has snapped at him! He never learns....
He's also the cuddliest dog I've ever known, when we're at home he has to be touching me, he lays inbetween my legs when I'm laying on the sofa, holds my paw (sic) when I'm lying on the floor playing with my laptop or he lays under my armpits with his head on my forearm. There is an alternative to me and that's Phoebe: if he can catch her in a quiet mood, he will quite happily cuddle up with her (they are both currently upside down on the sofa while I'm lying on the floor!).
He also INSISTS on having the rear windows open in the back of the car. I'd only had the new car fifteen minutes before he'd worked out how to operate the rear windows - at least he's really fair about it and opens Phoebes window as well! If I lock out the rear windows, he goes absolutely nuts on the rear switches until I turn them back on again! So, the only view I get out of the door mirrors is a pair of dog snouts.
Yes, for those that recall the problems I posted about back at the begining of the year with Chester, he has really changed... for the better!
Phoebe (black lab) has loads of funny little ways: she has to grab mouthfuls of dry dog food before she goes out the door, of course, half of it spills out of her cheeks and Chester (Basset-ish) hoovers all the bits up. Yhis is EVERY time they go out!
She has to go out at 11:00 a.m. every day as that's the time she does a poo. Take her out at 10:00 and... nothing, 10:45... nothing! Also, always does it in the same spot and if she's desperate (having held it too long) she runs up the road to get to HER bit of gutter! She also knows 2:00 in the afternoon and starts dancing as that's the time she goes out for her big walk. Honestly, she can tell time! Also, has to walk around with her ball in her mouth, she has indoor balls and outdoor balls and never the twain shall meet!
I could go on....
While Phoebe is the most intelligent dog I've ever known (though neurotic and damaged) Chester is the thickest! He's another one that's so nosey he walks into things, parked cars being his favourite, he's so busy sniffing he just doesn't notice them. He wanders into every open gateway he sees (extending lead) and then won't come out, he has to go and meet every dog he sees, is hopeless at reading body language and when the other dog is a grumpy sod, Chester is utterly amazed that the other dog has snapped at him! He never learns....
He's also the cuddliest dog I've ever known, when we're at home he has to be touching me, he lays inbetween my legs when I'm laying on the sofa, holds my paw (sic) when I'm lying on the floor playing with my laptop or he lays under my armpits with his head on my forearm. There is an alternative to me and that's Phoebe: if he can catch her in a quiet mood, he will quite happily cuddle up with her (they are both currently upside down on the sofa while I'm lying on the floor!).
He also INSISTS on having the rear windows open in the back of the car. I'd only had the new car fifteen minutes before he'd worked out how to operate the rear windows - at least he's really fair about it and opens Phoebes window as well! If I lock out the rear windows, he goes absolutely nuts on the rear switches until I turn them back on again! So, the only view I get out of the door mirrors is a pair of dog snouts.
Yes, for those that recall the problems I posted about back at the begining of the year with Chester, he has really changed... for the better!
HTP99 said:
irocfan said:
HTP99 said:
Just remembered, our Pug, who died last year; many, many years ago ran at full pelt from the end of my dads garden, stright into the closed patio doors, the poor thing yelped so much and made the most awful noises, he must have hurt himself really badly, funny when you look back at it though.
bit like this 
She showed the same expression one winter, running across the field in a blizzard, the ditch was filled with snow. She was running along, when she disappeared into the ditch, to pop up on the other side, with a point of snow like a Rhino stuck on her head.
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