<p>When her roommate goes to work- he puts Gwen in his bedroom and shuts the door. However, last summer when my D came home- Gwen was there, by the front door waiting for her.
Her roommates door was still shut- but he was adamant that he had put her in his room.
Puzzled they noticed that both of their windows were open ( and D’s bedroom door was also open) that led to pitched roof underneath their windows.
hmm
Later… Roommate was outside next door talking to a neighbor. Neighbor points to roof " Is’nt that your dog? "</p>
<p>They now make sure the windows are shut as well as the door.</p>
<p>Our first border collie was lovely…and when we had her we had a guinnie pig as well…the GP was in a rabbit cage, pretty big, that had a hinged door that opened inward</p>
<p>Came home one day- dog had opened latch and was in the GP cage, which was across the garage floor- dog was crouched in one corner of the cage, terrified of the very brave GP who was up on all fours looking like the tazmanian devil…</p>
<p>Found a great home for the GP- </p>
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<p>Having some work done on the house- several workers where there, and the dogs were in the garage- warm and dry- it was pouring rain outside, so they weren’t gonna get their afternoon walk, I was busy supervising the work…anyway, get a call from a neighbor, telling me my two border collies were a few blocks away, playing in the local park, running around in the mud, having a grand old time…they had been there for about 20 minutes *guess someone accidently let them out" …I was in my car heading to get them when my H called, the two dogs had just come home, after their wild adventure, happy as a dog with a chicken bone wedged in their mouths…and muddy as all get out…they were soo proud of themselves and just adorable…</p>
<p>Our dog is a golden retreiver. We live on a hill and our dog loves to slide down it on his back in both the hot summer grass and when there is snow. He’s taught his girlfriend (a wheaton terrier) next door to do it too. In the nice weather he likes to play a game we call human fetch. He’ll take one of his many balls and drop it so it rolls down the hill and then wait for someone to throw it to him. He’ll catch it and then drop it again and wait for it to be thrown. I think he’s trying to help us exercise. It’s funny to see him do it with unsuspecting walkers who think he wants to play catch. The ball will be past his electric fence line and he will sit on his side and stare at the ball until someone throws it up the hill, catch it and then drop it down. They will usually only participate for a couple of throws.</p>
<p>Our dog loves it when we shovel snow or my husband snow blows the driveway. He will do great leaps in the air to catch the snow, twisting and turning while opening his mouth as wide as possible to catch this “fresh” snow.</p>
<p>My friends yorkies actually play soccer. She has 3 of them and they realy do play soccer…it’s hysterical, because the dogs are smaller than the ball, but even know how to defend and score</p>
<p>my rescue poodle mutt gets so incredibly excited when he knows we’re bringing him on an errand or trip that he’ll grab the nearest shoe, run into the livingroom, growling and shaking it until it’s completely “dead.” he does the same thing with all his toys too, when we play fetch-- doesn’t quite understand the concept of bringing it back to throw again. i’m sometimes convinced that he thinks he’s a rottweiler-- he’s a total alpha dog at 13lbs…</p>
<p>Another quirk of my ‘found’ dog is that when we go for walks, if there is any snow on the ground in the front yard, he stops to eat it. He’ll take half a dozen bites, chomping and chewing with great enjoyment, scraping it up with his teeth if it’s frozen until I kick some loose. He only eats ‘our’ snow…he won’t touch any in any other yard. He doesn’t like ice cubes, strangely enough, only snow.</p>
<p>We have a 7 yr-old chocolate lab (Hershey, from our days of living in PA) who still thinks she’s a puppy. She’s embarrassingly stupid, compared to all the “tales” being told here…She lives outside amongst our “woods”…and has a very specific (and well worn) path that she takes to get from place to place. She’s been trying diligently for 7 years, but as earnestly as she tries, she hasn’t caught her tail yet (we’re waiting until she does, to see the surprise when she bites herself). She’s so loving, though, you’ve gotta love her. Keep the smart dog stories coming…</p>
<p>Okay, one more really cute thing my BC does is this:</p>
<p>We have a two-seat recliner which is on a “sunken” part of our living room, backed up to the step up to the kitchen area. So when you sit in it and are fully reclined, your head and shoulders happen to be right at Reese’s (my dog) muzzle-level (when she stands on the step). Very often my h or I will be laying there watching TV and she will come up behind us and just rest her head on our shoulder…we rub her ears and she is a happy, happy doggie. And we are her happy, happy people.</p>
<p>She has never been allowed/encouraged to get on the furniture and we have never had a problem with her trying to do so, so unless we get on the floor with her (which we do sometimes), this is her only way of getting “cuddles”. It’s really pretty cute.</p>
<p>We used to have two German Shepherds. When the older one started having hip problems, she would send the young one to do errands for her. On many occasions, the young dog would come find us and go through her “let me out to pee” routine of nuzzling then prancing around in a circle. When we went to the door to let her out into the back yard, we would find the older dog waiting to go out while the young one stayed inside.</p>
<p>mine female BC that died several months ago used to sleep with us, she was my Hs love…it was sad when she was too old to jump up by herself, and her pride wouldn’t allow us to pick her up…</p>
<p>one time, the male BC was in shot-gun seat of the car…that was the females seat, so she stared at him ( I was driving on the freeway)…well, he would usually just move to another seat, but this time he want to keep his perch, so after a few minutes of the BC stare, the female started moving onto the seat, (he had 20 pounds on her) and she just started pushing, and nudging, not making a sound, he was holding onto the seat for dear life…she gave him a final nudge, and bammo- he was in MY lap!!! OMG…</p>
<p>DH and I actually bought a king size bed b/c we were not sleeping anymore in the queen. AT least several times a night you could here one of us tell our border to move…we realized that we needed a bigger bed. Our cocker learned from him and he sleeps on the bed now(got him after the king, so we were back in the same situation). Trained the boxer to sleep on her bed on the floor, we start the night off that way, but inevitably every morning she is on the bed…funny thing is when she gets on the cocker gets off, so at least we still only have 1 dog at a time.</p>
<p>When we drive anywhere our cocker likes to lay on top of the console between our 2 seats, and if it is a long ride, he will eventually try to get into my dh’s lap…which ends up with me pulling him back and him growling at me!</p>
<p>We have a queen-sized bed, so the 50 pound BC does not fit with two people! HOWEVER, I will confess to the fact that, when H is out of town, Reese is allowed to sleep with me (on H’s side). She knows the drill and it’s so funny to watch her intently watch me as I get ready for bed…she will crouch in the doorway and watch my every move. Finally, when the bed is turned down and I am in it on my side, I give her the word to “come on” and she makes one flying leap (seriously, probably 8-10 feet from the doorway)…ears back and smiling like crazy…lands in her spot, gets comfy and does not move all night.</p>
<p>Even after buying our king, our BC would lay in between my dh’s legs…he never tried it with me…DH got so accustom to sleeping this way that he still sleeps that way, boxer doesn’t do it but instead sleeps at his knees and forces him now to push his legs together…at least someone is spooning with my husband :D</p>
<p>Our two standard poodles (the fifty-pound kind of poodle) sleep in our bedroom, and sleep on the bed only when I’m the only one in it–both of them stretched out. (My husband likes to work undisturbed for a few hours after I go to bed; in return, I get up early and take the dogs out so he can sleep late.) When he comes to bed, the older poodle goes to her crate, and the younger one stretches out on the floor next to my side of the bed. At some point during the night, she sneaks up and curls up very small next to my feet.</p>
<p>I’ll admit to it. Both our dogs–50 and 75 lbs.–sleep on our king-sized bed during the winter months. The larger dog sleeps crosswise at the foot with his back partially on a chest I’ve covered with a blanket. The smaller dog sleeps between the lower legs of my husband and me. Believe it or not, there’s still plenty of room for the people on the bed with this arrangement. </p>
<p>During the warmer months, the dogs sleep on the cool tile floor in the bathroom.</p>
<p>I want to share more pack behavior of my female dog. My friend and I walk at least four miles a day in a nature preserve where we let our dogs run off-leash. Although my dogs always stay on or near the path, my friend’s weimarer frequently runs off into the woods chasing squirrels. When her dog comes back to the path, my female dog always disciplines her by growling at her, biting her on the neck, and running circles around her–we think to make sure she doesn’t stray from the path again.</p>
<p>One day another friend came along on our walk and brought her small 8-month-old puppy. At first, our friend was hesitant to let her puppy run off-leash. We finally talked her into it when we reached a large open field. Our friend decided to let the puppy’s leash drag the ground so she could grab her more easily if the puppy didn’t behave. We couldn’t believe what happened next. My female dog grabbed the puppy’s leash and walked the puppy! When my dog ran with the puppy’s leash still in her mouth, she ran slowly so the puppy could keep up with her. My dog walked the puppy for at least a mile! </p>
<p>Oops. My dog just deposited her food bowl in my lap. Off to feed the dogs.</p>
<p>I’m guilty, too: our miniature poodle sleeps on the bed. We have a small fleece throw folded into a square that stays on the corner. We call it his “Zone.” When it’s time to turn out the lights, we say “Go in your Zone,” and he goes right to it. That’s only if he’s not there already, which he often is. He has been known to sigh and shift around and give us dirty looks when he wants to sleep and we’re still up.</p>
<p>We got a new mattress last week, and it’s quite a bit higher than the old one. Our dog is around 10 or 11 (rescue dog, so we’re not sure), and in addition to being, well, miniature, he’s getting a bit of arthritis in his hips. Since hip problems are common in poodles, you guessed it: we’re getting an ottoman for the end of the bed so he can jump up. Meanwhile, we’ve moved a living room ottoman to the bedroom while we’re waiting for the new one. (We considered one of those doggie step or ramp things but didn’t think they would work very well, so we decided on something I can use with my favorite bedroom chair.) So not only do we cater to our wonderful doggie family members, we buy them human furniture and pretend like it’s really for us. :o </p>
<p>I love this thread because I love our sweet dog. We got him in early 2002 when we were still kind of reeling from 9/11. My husband thinks I’m a little weird, but I will always believe that our dog (who was devoted to us from day 1) helped me out of my funk.</p>
<p>After I lost my two setters at ages 12 and 18, I adopted a mixed rescue; a part Basset, dachshund, probably some beagle and shepherd.
He was evidently rescued from a freeway.</p>
<p>Poor thing is terrified of any kind of truck that passes while on his walks, and of brooms and sticks. Also for about a year was very uncomfotable with my touching or stroking his lower back area. He’s fine now but I hate to think what he endured during his previous life.</p>
<p>His biggest fear though is of thunder and lightning. One stormy night I awoke to a weird inhuman moaning coming from under my bed. Half conscious, I was scared out of my wits due to my own old childhood fears of a monster under my bed. Ofcourse it was the dog, terrified and shivering, wedged and stuck underneath a low Ikea bed. Took me a good hour to pull him out.</p>
<p>Geezermom, I’m sure your little dog did lift you out of your funk. After the last of our three kids left the nest and our old beloved dog died, both my husband and I had a hard time adjusting. Our house felt lifeless (which is normal, I suppose.) One day, on the spur of the moment, I decided to adopt the funniest looking little poodle-mix mutt I’d ever laid eyes on. She had long, wavy wisps of hair sticking out from her mostly flat coat. My dad told me she was so ugly that only a mother could love her. LOL! It was the best decision I’ve made in years. From the second she set foot in our house, she filled it with her lively spirit, audacious spunk, and oh-so-much love. My husband and I adored her so much that we adopted a playmate for her within the year. </p>
<p>So, yes, I totally understand your feelings about your dog!</p>
<p>(By the way, the ugly duckling is now a beautiful, 50-pound swan. My dad can’t believe it’s the same dog.)</p>
