@MaryGJ OhMyGosh…that is hilarious
Wilson the stupid cat ate earplugs when he was a kitten, we’d find piles of ear plug laced puke all over the house - he also noshed on croc flip flops, leaving little punctures all over the of the flip flops.
I have a 125# Great Pyrenees who is the biggest baby on the planet. One day at the dog park, my son and I are waling along, the dog was behind us as he likes to meander along and sniff.
Unbeknownst to us, another dog spooked him, he came running to mommy in a panic and plowed into the back of my knees, he completely swept me off my feet. Next thing I know I’m staring at the sky and my son is looking down at me asking “Mom, you okay?”
That dog took me out, the dog that spooked him; a Pomeranian on the other side of the fence in the small dog area. Sheesh…
My dog was a notoriously picky eater and it got worse as she got older and trained us into fulfilling her demands. I usually added the protein we were having for dinner into Honest Kitchen or Dr. Harvey’s Miracle Diet. If she didn’t like her dinner she would flip the mat/rug over her dish and try to convince us that she hadn’t been served dinner hoping for a different choice. She could also find every single pea in the Miracle Diet, lick it clean, and spit it out.
She put up with my really bad grooming over the years so I guess it all evened out.
My Briard puppy had to be moved during one of our training classes because she kept making flirty eyes at the muscular and gorgeous German Shepherd next to us instead of paying attention to the lesson . . .
Twice when we took our border collie for a check up or shots, the vet or vet tech left the thermometer in her butt and we didn’t figure it out until we were at the front desk paying and she started scooting along the floor on her butt. She had NEVER done that before, so I checked out what was bothering her and found the thermometer. This happened twice a couple of years apart! Other than that, we really liked the vet, lol.
We also had a dog that barked at walls. Another border collie, but it was our outside cinderblock/fence wall during wind storms. He would go to the same spot and face the wall and bark.
We had two border collies at that time, and both of them loved thunder/rain storms. They would run around and bark with glee and excitement. If they were outside when one started, we’d have to go out and drag them back inside - they wouldn’t come when called.
Weird, because the female (the thermometer dog), was traumatized by the sound of the hot air balloons that frequently flew around our house in the morning. She could hear them coming when they were a little speck on the horizon and would freak out. We both worked and had to get a chain link outdoor kennel to put her in during the day because she’d jump over the fence and run away otherwise. After we came home the first day after we got the kennel, we found out that she’d jumped out of it too (6’ tall) and ran out into the street and boarded the school bus that just happened to be stopped near our house. She went and hid under a seat in the back and a neighbor had to go rescue her. We put a piece of plywood on top of the kennel that night and wired it down securely. She did run away one more time (I can’t remember how she got out), but she ran away across a highway to another subdivision and we got a call from someone saying that they went out to get into their Jeep to go to work and our dog was sitting in the driver’s seat and just smiled at him when he walked up to the car! The poor thing, she was so terrified of those balloons but there was no way for us to protect her from them other than keeping her in a little kennel inside the house all day because she’d get destructive inside also if left alone. This was in ABQ and they flew around all the time, often very low, and most dogs, like her, just hated them. Something about the sound of the flame thing that they turned on periodically to keep them aloft. Thankfully “balloon time” usually only lasted for a little while in the morning when the weather was cool enough to fly.
Both of them were 15 when they went to dog heaven and we swore we’d never get another border collie, because even though they were great dogs, they were very high strung. But then, one day after we moved to another state, a co-worker of my husband saw a picture of them on his desk, and she asked about them. After she was told they were in dog heaven, she said “I’ve got one I’m going to give to you.” Her husband trained them for herding trials, and they had one that was lazy and had no interest in chasing sheep. So of course we took him, and he is the most mellow dog in the world. He’s my constant companion and is now ten years old. So we’ve had border collies in our family for over 25 years.
@greenwitch I do have a photo someplace of the time our small dog (Havanese) raided the laundry and we found her entangled in a bra—she looked like she’d put it on deliberately and was wearing it backwards. She can also unzip and empty a backpack.
The other Havanese likes to roll in things that smell funny to her. Once when she was a puppy we bought chlorophyll and mint dog treats—for fresh breath. She looked suspiciously at those and then rolled on them. For this next story picture a small froufrou dog complete with a cute topknot in a full show coat, but a bit in need of grooming. She was out in the yard rolling in something. I was suspicious and called her name. She got up and turned around—with the intact wings of a bird stuck to the hair on her chest like an insignia. I guess a bird of prey must have gotten that bird and dropped what was left out of the nearby tree for her to find. Same dog also once ate blue yarn and we had poop on a rope. She looks like a princess but is a true grubby dog at heart.
I’d rather have soap on a rope.
@Parentof2014grad That’s hilarious! Your dogs sound like real characters!
Our corgis occasionally howl in tandem in the middle of the night. They sleep in crates right next to each other. It is our female who starts it and the male them sings along. The weirdest part is that they stop exactly at the same time , as if someone shut off a switch
We had a golden retriever that did not bark for at least 9 years as we had another golden older than her who did more than his share of barking. So on the fateful day that she barked my kids didn’t believe me. Our older golden had passed a few months earlier and when the TruGreen guy came to spray our yard she let out a series of barks. She never barked at any other person, animal or thing until the TruGreen guy came again a couple months later for service. That time I was ready with my phone and recorded it so the kids would believe me. She stayed consistent and only barked when our yard was being sprayed. We thought that it was because she did not like the chemicals being applied. She was the most calm dog but would sound very fierce when the TruGreen guy would come.
This golden was also the weird one who would bite the air when happy and excited. Once when picking up my dogs from boarding one employee just started laughing and told us about her biting the air and no one had ever seen that kind of behavior.
She also liked to stand on furniture. Not sit just stand! 
We had a cat that would growl and hiss and attack the UPS guy through the glass in the door - she started doing it after seeing him drop a very large package. 
Years ago, my Aussie (who was out on his cable-tie run) slipped his collar and followed my car out to the main road. By the time I saw him in the rearview mirror, the truck behind me was stopping to pick up the “stray”. My dog would not get out of the guy’s truck! I’m not sure the driver really believed me that it was my dog, as I was dragging him out of the back seat. Very embarrassing.
Got him back home, lecturing him about getting into strangers’ vehicles, and he starts horking. Barfed up two unopened ketchup packets. Apparently the Rescuer Of Stray Aussies throws his fast food garbage in the back seat of his truck.
Well, there was that one Thanksgiving when my cat (may he rest in peace) brought in a freshly dead squirrel through the cat door and wrestled with DH for possession of it under the dining room table. I sure miss that boy.
Mmm…
- An English bulldog that my middle child brought home in the back of his car, after bumping it on a road near our house.
- Our English Setter, not gun shy but needed tranquilizers anytime thunder threatened.
- The two cats we inherited from my elderly father-in-law, who raised them as furry little Blutos. As in Animal House Blutos.
Son brought the dog home, our neighbor vet across the cul-de-sac looked at it and said it was going to be fine. Gave us some sort of canine Tylenol for pain. Big, chewable, liver flavored pills. Ended up giving the dog one or two of them, before we found it’s owner. My wife, being from Scottish stock, wrapped the remainder up in foil and put them in the drawer where we kept the Setter’s nerve medicine. Said she was going to give them back to our neighbor.
(As if he wanted them, but we’ve grown use to each other’s worldview over the years… didn’t say a thing.)
Week later. Mid-morning, I’m the only one home and even though I didn’t hear it, it must be threatening rain since the Setter is climbing the walls of the garage. Grab his medicine, dose him and head for the shower. Looking back on it, closing that kitchen drawer would have been a very good thing to have done.
The two feline frat boys couldn’t resist something that smelled like food, tinfoil or not. They did, though, leave one pill intact enough to look the stamp up on the internet. Rimadyl, or something that sounds like that… a painkiller for dogs but close enough to poison for cats that I scooped them both up and headed for the vet.
$1200 bucks later, they were fine.
My avatars… I was told I should write a book about how they immigrated to the US. Someday.
When your cat gets in on the social justice warrior scene:
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My catdog, a feral that adopted me when he was just a few months old, chases my car when I leave for the day and does tricks for me when I get home. As soon as I pull up and get out of my car he waits anxiously for me to say “roll over” and he rolls around on the driveway and then races me to the front door in anticipation for his kitty crack.
This same cat, now nearly 6, swipes at my ankles in the morning when I’m not quick enough to feed him and the few times I make a detour he bites me. Sometimes I’m a little afraid of him lol.
I have an indoor/outdoor cat that loves to run aside as I walk the dog. Except he races in front and he and the dog get in a race. We’ve gotten looks from people in cars.
Roscoe the cat will jump down from the loft onto the top of a tall cabinet. And there he sits, crying plaintively for help, until I reach up and he slides thankfully into my arms. He relishes the hugs and reassurances after his very scary ordeal. Eventually I set him down. And then he runs upstairs, jumps down onto the cabinet, and here we go again. Roscoe is a “rescue cat”, but not in the normal sense.