Silly Pet Stories

yeah,my dalmation ellie.she was a stitch.she trained all of us guys to be alert for her in the morning.
she would pick out one of us to wake up.make book on it if you don't get up,she will step where she shouldn't step.after 2 years of random groans from all three of us guys,we adapted real fast. she was put to sleep two years ago,but the memories.pets are like family ron,so it is good to remember.
thanks my man.

That's a great story ron!! Thanks for sharing!!! I miss all of my animals! Sam was my frisbee german shepherd! His perfect day was the sun shining, the sprinkler going & his frisbee. We would play in the back yard for hours...or at least until he almost had heat stroke cuz silly boy wouldn't take a break & water only cooled him off for a short time. He was an awesome dog!!

What a great idea here...

Luckily, I still have my dear old Tom, a siamese-tabby mix. We got him from a friend and Tom's mother was named Cujo (nice name for a cat 'eh!)

Tom is particular about water....no specks of food in his water dish and preferably, he likes to drink running water from the bathroom faucet.

I had a new facet installed in the bathroom downstairs..the kind with one-lever that goes up/down, left/right. So in the morning, his routine is that he jumps up onto the bathroom counter area, meows like crazy until I come over to turn it on. Then I stand there while he drinks and then when he has had his fill, he climbs the two front legs out of the sink, jumps down and proceeds to begin his day.

One day, I walked away, and I went in and he was trying to turn off the water with his paw!! I kid you not, he was batting at the level of the faucet and given another minute or two, I think he would have done it!

Those stories are sooo cute. I love them. I am going to share 2 lol

We had a cat, we had her before my daughter was born. Then when we brought my daughter home from the hosp. the cat would sleep in my daughters room on the dresser, so she could see her inside the crib and keep an eye on her. Well one night I was so tired and I didn't hear my daughter crying :oops: So the cat went up to hubby in the bed and just licked his face until he woke up. She would just watch my daughter all the time. It was like she was her protector. We had to take this cat to a farm because she just loved it outside and I felt that I was keeping her from what she loved. She ended up being the farmers best mouser and gave him some wonderful kittens that did the same. He did let me come out and see her whenever I wanted, he just couldn't thank me enough for giving her to him :) And she is still going (now inside the house due to her age.) SHe will be 19 this summer :)

We had a German Shepard and he was fixed. One morning hubby let him outside before he left for work and didn't put him on his rope. When hubby went to let him in, he was gone. Hubby was scared to death, he looked all over town for him. Then I called the police (we live in a very small town) and asked if they got a call. They said yes they did, some lady was walking her dog (4am :shock: ) and he just came by them and followed her home. She said he just wanted to play. But she was concerned because her dog was in heat. So I let hubby know that the dog was on his way home and he was getting a ride lol he just looked at me like WTH lol. So then the police car pulled in, with my dog in the back like he was king. The the 2 cops that got out with him (we knew) said he was picked up for sexual harrassment and they were releasing him into our custody and that he was under house arrest lmao I just about died. The look on hubby's face was just priceless. Thank god we didn't get a ticket out of it. But they still laugh about it all the time when they see us. We had to put him down a few years back due to spinal cord problems. But he was just the best dog.

Thank you so much...these stories are priceless!!!

I use to have a poodle named Candy. My ex had gotten her for me as an early birthday present when we first got married and I was pregnant with our son. This little girl was a mess. I would go to take a shower and lay my clothes out on the bed and she use to grab the **** off the bed and run all over the apartment with it. She would not touch anything else, just the ****. If I had slippers out, she would grab them and take them under the dining room table and lay on them. At bed time she would get a burst of energy and run around the apartment. When she came to the bedroom, first she would go over top of us coming in and then go under the bed going out and you could hear her hitting her head under the bed. She would do this for at least 10 minutes. Her other habit she had is that if her dog food was near a run, she could not eat unless she messed that rug up first. If she walked into the kitchen or near the kitchen where her food was, she would look at the rug and then "attack" it until is was totally a mess and then she would calmly walk over to where her food was and eat.

She was about 12 when we had to put her down. My daughter was young and we use to keep our gates locked because the bigger dogs (use to dog sit for my parents) learned how to flip the latch and get out. Well the gate was locked and my daughter decided to put Candy in the back yard and dropped her over the gate and when she did, Candy landed wrong and it broke her back. My daughter lived with that, even though we told her it was not her fault, but even to this day, she blames herself. My mom had her cremated for us, we put a couple of pictures in the container with her ashes, put her collar and her favorite sock with her and my daughter wrote her a letter. We got a plaque for her and even brought her to NC with us and she now has a special place in our back yard.

We don't even want to talk about the "flakes" I have now!!!! LOL

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These stories are GREAT! Thanks for starting the thread! I think the majority of us have pets, so this should get good! I don't want to dredge up any past memories of pets of mine because then I'll be depressed! So, I'll tell you one of my dogs I have now. Actually, I probably have 1000 funny things they do. They are dachshunds and are hysterical! They have their own personalities, that's for sure! But one cracks me up most of all. She is a person. She really is. The dog will go to bed and just be laying there next to me. I'll be damned if every morning I wake up to the stupid alarm and look over and her head is on the pillow next to mine with her body under the covers up to her shoulders! Just like a person! Not buried under the blanket. Oh no. That's not what a person does! So she sleeps every night with her head on the pillow and covered up. How she does this perfectly on her own is beyond me! And she snores louder than any man ever could! My other one is just a nut job. Really. She has some kind of friggin anxiety problem or something! The crazy little thing will KILL her toys. She'll lay here as I'm on the computer and I'll look down and all the stuffing is everywhere and the little squeeker is chewed up and sitting there. I go through about 10 toys a week for her (good thing she likes 94 cent ones from Walmart!). But do you know how hilarious it is to look down at your dog and see green fuzz stuck between her teeth???? :lol:

We had a dog a couple of years ago..he is a black pug and was named Al Capone. I saw him at the flea market and felt so bad for him I bought him. He HATED hubby. He was trained to go outside to potty but...if Hubby left anything on the floor that was his the dog would potty on it. Nothing of mine, nothing of sons, just hubby. It was kinda funny..to the rest of us. Well, hubby got angry and would put him in the garage...he would potty on the floor at the drivers side door of hubbys car...no where else. Sad to say, one of my bonus sons came to live with us and he was terribly allergic so we had to give him away. He is living with a family that has three girls and two other pugs. He loves it there becuase the girls let him sleep with them. The girls mom said it was a month before her husband figured out there was one more pug. We get to go visit him whenever we want and he is so happy. I do miss him but he is so very loved.

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i have really enjoyed these stories...so i will add mine. We decided to give my dad a boston bull for a Xmas present. My sister bought the puppy and it was the most spoiled dog.. My dad and step mother were elderly so bare with me.. That dog was fed human food on his own plate in the living room. was very protective. after my Dad died, my stepmother spoiled Boozer even more.. One day there was a knock at the door, I answered it and saw Boozer with his mouth on some ladies Butt. The little turd fart had gone out his doggie door and came around and grabbed this lady by the butt. She, needless to say was in a panic. They ran out the gate and stayed there till i got the dog out the back door so they could go in the house.

OK...I have had a few cats in my life and I've been very attached to my friends boxer. And her two kitties. So, I've got quite a few stories about that group. Her boxer, Rocky, was brought home as a small puppy. I used to be TERRIFIED of dogs. No matter the size, they scared the poop out of me! So, she told me that I would help her train the dog, and that way I would get over my fear. It worked. But, one of the funniest things I ever saw was when he was still quite small. He just started the training, and hadn't gotten the obedience part down yet. We came back to her place after going to the movies, and opened the door to the funniest scene ever, I don't know if you guys know that boxers love to chew. Well, this dog had chewed a whole through the back of the couch. Not just a little bit...he was behind the couch with his head sticking completely through it as we walked in. He looked at us (his head still through the hole in the couch) and barked, like he was saying "see what I can do?" His training was stepped up after that. But, he turned out to be the best dog ever. When I get a house with a yard, we're getting a boxer. He was put down a few years back, and it broke my heart, even though he wasn't really mine.

I have the funniest story to tell about my cats Velcro and Toonces! Well, at least it's hilarious to me, I'll see what you guys think.

As you may know, Velcro was a very, very sick kitten when I rescued him; it was touch and go as to whether or not he would actually live past the first week when I brought him in. I think, because of what he went though, he is a very, very mellow cat; nothing much phases or "spooks" him and whenever I pick him up, he pretty much just goes limp. He's very trusting and doesn't tense up like some cats do whenever they are picked up.

The other night, I had gone to Wal-Mart to buy some stuff and left the bag on the floor in my bedroom and forgot about it. At some point, Velcro found it for me and started playing with it; I think he just likes to hear the plastic crinkle. Somehow, he got his head caught up in the little plastic handles of the bag, and then decided he was done playing and decided to walk through the rest of the house. The fact he had the bag around his neck didn't seem to phase or bother him, he just went walking up the hall like it was an everyday occurrence for him.

Well, I followed him out of my room so I could get the bag from around his neck; I was afraid he might get it hung on something and (really scary thought) choke himself.

Well, as he came out of my room and started walking up the hall, my other cat Toonces saw him and froze dead in his tracks. His hair stood up and he had this panicked look to him. He finally took off running in the other directed with that panicked look on his face.

Now the back story to this is:

Years ago, I had brought some Halloween decorations, also at Wal-Mart. When I go them home I left them laying them in my living room floor next to the front door. They were in the same type of plastic bag. Well, while I was out on the front porch hanging up a string of the lights I had brought, I kept hearing a "thump, thump, thumpa, thump" coming from inside the house. I had hardwood floors in that house, so I couldn't figure out what the heck that noise could be. I kept hearing it, so I after I got the lights hung I went inside the house to investigate. I found Toonces in the dining room with his head caught in the handles of one of the bags that still had a few boxes of lights in it. He was just sitting there, not moving, with this panicked look on his face. I guess he had decided to check out the bag, got his head caught in the handles, and panicked and ran, making the thumping noises while doing so.

So my guess is, when he saw Velcro with his head caught in the handle of the bag, it must have brought back a very unpleasant memory for him and he wanted to get away before he went through the same trauma all over again. I'm not sure if cat's can reason like that, but it was still funny to see him take off in a panic when he saw Velcro!

Pets are very entertaining sometimes.