Okay, before I totally hijack another thread, I'm starting a new one. :o

This is all about pets. Dogs are in the title, but come one come all, we want to hear the funny things your pets do, if they've ever eaten something they shouldn't, if they know a unique trick. Whatever you want to tell us about your fur baby, or feather baby, or even fin baby. :)

Our Lab cross Indy (he'll be 16 years old in May) has done many memorable things. I'll start this thread off with a few stories about him. Not that the other two haven't gotten into their fair share of trouble, but Indy is old, and his past experiences should be remembered. :)

In the things eaten department:

A large plastic bouncy ball.
A leather work glove.
Tissues, only used ones.
Garbage.
Poo. (not his most shining moment)
A few of my shoes.
Underwear (he has a real fetish for undies).
A $100 bra. :mad:

There's so much more. Basically anything that isn't tied down is fair game for him.

He's been hit by a car (the vet said that if he wasn't so "girthy" he would have been badly injured. That's a nice way of saying "your dog is fat".

He used to sit in the front passenger seat of the car. One day hubby had to slam on the breaks to avoid another car. Indy went flying, hit his head on the windshield. He wasn't hurt, but since that day he refuses to sit in the front. He sits in the back seat, lays down, and doesn't move until we get to where we're going.

He got beaten up by a huge Rottweiler in the off leash area when he was around 2 years old. After that he approached every new dog in stealth mode. Crawling on the ground, hackles raised, but tail wagging. It made no sense. As soon as the other dogs tail wagged back, he'd get up, run and play. Strange pup. ;)

When I brought my first born home Indy was 3. We thought he'd have a hard time adjusting. Well, he took over. That was his baby. He slept under Jared's crib until Jared was old enough for a bed. If Jared woke up in the middle of the night, Indy would come to my room to wake me up. The look on his face was "Mom, that hairless dog you brought home is whining again".

So, those are a few of my stories. Let's hear yours. :)

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Max... My good boy Max... I bought $250 pair of JFK shoes for prom. Put them on my bed, went to school, came home to find thousands of little pieces of JFK shoes all over the floor.

Took said dog to the park to meet with a cute boy I liked. Well Mr. Man decided it might be fun to eat a shoe lace, as we're all sitting and talking, Max comes over hunched over with a poop filled shoe lace swinging from his bum like a helicopter. Worst part? I had to use two sticks like make shift chop sticks and pull the string out. A few days later, cute boy was visiting at my house when Max decided to take a poop, only he pooped out hot pink underwear. Yup, the very same undies I had just bought!

LMAO! Max, you could give Indy a run for his money.

Our poodle (we got him when I was 11) always had to have something in his mouth when we came home. It didn't matter what it was, he just had to have something in his mouth.

Well, one day, after school, I brought a boy home. I had been crushing on this boy for years (I was 15 at the time). Well, Silver greets me at the door with the dirty underwear I had left on the floor of my bedroom that morning. If they had been cute undies I would have been embarrassed, but I would have lived. They weren't cute undies. They were cotton, off white, granny panties! I was horrified.

I know this is a little R-rated, but we noticed a condom missing from the trash one day. Next day Eli poops out a condom-AWESOME! Add that to used tissues, Eli is a trashy dog!

My roommate's boyfriend brought over a basketball one day, and Eli went BERZERK! We put the ball on the ground and Eli basically straddles the thing trying to chew it up. He's a 15 pound Yorkie, so needless to say his little jaws are no match for a basketball. We have video of him chasing it around the house-funniest thing ever!

I had a cat that my parents got me on my 8th birthday (named him "Simba" after "The Lion King") and I just want to pay tribute to him: We lived in the mountains of Colorado and Simba was an outdoor cat. We had to rush him to kitty ER not once, but TWICE for getting bit by a rattle snake. He disappeared not once, but TWICE for three month increments. The Colorado mountains are full of bobcats, cougars, snakes, cliffs, and freezing winters... but my Simba died when I was 22 of old age-basking in the sunlight on the front porch. He was an awesome king of the mountains :)

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Originally Posted by Altenweg

LMAO! Max, you could give Indy a run for his money.

Our poodle (we got him when I was 11) always had to have something in his mouth when we came home. It didn't matter what it was, he just had to have something in his mouth.

Well, one day, after school, I brought a boy home. I had been crushing on this boy for years (I was 15 at the time). Well, Silver greets me at the door with the dirty underwear I had left on the floor of my bedroom that morning. If they had been cute undies I would have been embarrassed, but I would have lived. They weren't cute undies. They were cotton, off white, granny panties! I was horrified.

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Dogs are awesome for your reputation, aren't they?

Where to start... has to be seamie, our jack russel cross hand reared after the mother and rest of the litter died.

He became so well known around the neighbour hood the kids used to call to the door looking for seamie to come out to play.

Frank our elderly neighbour would call for seamie on his way for his daily walk.

As soon as the front door opened seamie was gone like a bullet, cursing and swearing I would go in search of him only to find him on the local football pitch with the lads,or in attendance at a little girls garden teaparty in someone's garden.

When I took him on the lead for a walk, people passing would say hello seamie... I would not have a clue who they were, but they knew seamie.

Another day I was walking home and I had to pass a group of dodgy looking teens, about to cross the road to avoid them who did I see sitting amongst like them lord puck,only seamie! He had escaped from home through an open window... when I called him he gave me a very sheepish look, but the teenagers loved him.

His best was when he brought home the waifs and stray dogs from wherever he found them,one day with a small kitten in tow.

I could talk about that hound of a dog all day, he was one of those once in a lifetime dogs, when he died I wept for days and the void his death left in our lives stayed for a long time.

His antics will be long remembered by a lot of people.

I'm ROTFLMAO picturing a yorkie pooping out a condom. It would be even funnier if it blew up like a balloon as it was being... um... evicted. :)

Red, Seamie sounds like my Chewy. Chewy is a beagle, and if the door opens and he has a chance, he makes a run for it. He just wants to sniff everything there is to sniff, experience everything there is to experience. Seamie and Chewy would have been great pals.

George Carlin was so right. Life is a series of dogs. It's never easy to lose one, but the joy they bring to you during their much to short existence, it's worth every moment. :)

Hmmm...

My dogs have eaten

$800 coffee table
$120 shoes
$80 pair of clippers
Hundreds of dollars of dog toys

My rabbit Jack, killed over $3,000 worth of tropical fish when he bit through their heater cable.

Mum and dad were livid, they used to breed Discus. They have never had fish again after that.

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Originally Posted by shazamataz

Hmmm.....

my dogs have eaten

$800 coffee table
$120 shoes
$80 pair of clippers
Hundreds of dollars of dog toys

My rabbit Jack, killed over $3,000 worth of tropical fish when he bit through their heater cable.

Mum and dad were livid, they used to breed Discus. They have never had fish again after that.

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Holy crap shaz, talk about pushing the bonds of love!

If a man did that he would be out the door with his bags.

It's tempting when they sit there waiting for you at the door with the remnants of some expensive item strewn across the living room...

I went out and bought all this nice expensive furniture... now I go for the cheap Ikea crap so it doesn't matter if it gets destroyed.

Owning dogs is a lifestyle on its own I think sometimes... or maybe I am just crazy.

It's funny how we adapt to them. We used to buy expensive stuff too. Now, with dogs and kids, the cheaper the better, because it won't last anyway.

I have to say though, the dogs have me well trained. When Chewy comes to me with a sock in his mouth, or a plastic bowl he's started chewing on, I often just let him have it. Oh I know it's wrong, but I give up! He wins! ;)

If they are V's socks I just let them chew holes in them.

V should learn not to leave his socks on the floor.

But Shazzy, they never learn. Trust me. Rod and I have been together for almost 21 years, married for 16 in May, and he still leaves his socks and undies on the floor. :(

Then, when he runs out, he complains. Um, sorry bud, if they're not in the laundry, they don't get washed. :)

So, Indy is driving me nuts. Yes, he's old. I know he's old. I feel bad that he's old. I understand that he's old and that concessions have to be made because of his age. But really, panting all night, walking around the house, barking at nothing, nosing through the garbage, until 6am!

I am so tired I almost fell asleep while driving the kids to school this morning.

He's at the end of his life, and I think he's trying to take me with him! :(

But Shazzy, they never learn. Trust me. Rod and I have been together for almost 21 years, married for 16 in May, and he still leaves his socks and undies on the floor. :(

Then, when he runs out, he complains. Um, sorry bud, if they're not in the laundry, they don't get washed. :)

So, Indy is driving me nuts. Yes, he's old. I know he's old. I feel bad that he's old. I understand that he's old and that concessions have to be made because of his age. But really, panting all night, walking around the house, barking at nothing, nosing through the garbage, until 6am!

I am so tired I almost fell asleep while driving the kids to school this morning.

He's at the end of his life, and I think he's trying to take me with him! :(

I think one of the best traits I've ever encountered in a pet
Was the one my german shepherd Carly had. (she died at 15yrs old 7 years ago)

She protected children. All children.
She loved playing with kids, and was" appropriate"
In how she played with different genders and ages.
When friends with kids came by they learned fast not to yell at their kids.
Carly did not tolerate yelling at, or moving in a threatening manner towards, children.

It took her 2 or three loud words and she would move in front of the child
Then snarl, bare teeth, raise hackles ,crouch and wiggle her butt.
It was impressive. She never bit anyone or went after them, but you had to be
Smiling and talk in a normal voice before she stopped blocking.

I'm glad nobody ever hit a child in front of her.

I was playing with my 5 yr old grandson who was Carlys best buddy,
And tossed him on the couch,
He landed on a hidden toy and yelped owww.

Carly was standing across the room. A blur appeared for an instant then
Changed to Carly standing directly over my grandson , snarling and baring teeth at me.
The look on her face was unmistakable , anyone else would have been bitten.

She was a great dog.

That is both scary and sweet at the same time!
My MIL's Sily Terrier does something similar, except with women, if V is play fighting with me and I say 'ouch!' she will rush over and start barking at V, protecting me!

This isn't a funny dog story, but either I'm the worlds best dog trainer or Brody really does have a brain tucked away in there somewhere.
I have done some basic obedience with him, he knows sit, drop and can balance on his hind legs on command. They all took a day or 2 to learn.
I just taught him to shake hands/paws and about 3 minutes... that's one of the hardest tricks to get right consistently and he does it every time now.

I tried with Prada for about half an hour and she just did not get it at all... but she's my smart one!

Lady gets quite defensive with E, but in the dog training world you learn quickly that actions like blocking are not good. It means your dog is in the alpha role. I don't mind when Lady gets involved when it comes to protecting E too much, but I will not let her block me. Lady is also very protective of me. On my birthday past my dad gave me a big hug, and I was laughing, Lady wedged her self in between us, and was almost herding my dad into a corner of a kitchen (she is not a herding breed). That was a bit nerve racking for me, only because I wasn't prepared to loose my alpha position, so it was back to training we went.

It's hard to discipline actions like that. But correction is necessary to have a safe environment with two large dogs in a house with a young child. Although I pity the person who ever tries to enter my house with out a welcome.

Well crap. Jasper does that all the time. :(

Here's the weird part. He's definitely not alpha. In fact, he obeys me without hesitation. But, if R and I are play fighting, or even if we hug, he gets upset.

He won't break us up, he just barks at us.

He's very protective of Syd. Not Jared so much, not anymore. When Jared was younger he was, now I guess Jasper thinks Jared can fend for himself. ;)

When you guys come to visit I'm sure he'll be protective over E because she's little.

Then there's Chewy. Everyone is his buddy, but he definitely has a different relationship with Syd then with Jared. If Syd steps on him, or accidentally hurts him, he's very accepting of it. In fact, most times he tries to comfort her, even though he's the one that got hurt. If Jared does the same thing, Chewy will let him know that he's too big for accidents, and to watch it. ;)

Reminds me of Prada at the park.

Whenever there are 2 dogs play fighting (rough play fighting) she will be there bouncing around the outside of the playing dogs barking at them... it's as if she's saying "right, calm down you two, settle down!" :D

I have too many stories, so I will start with Bob, my Bassett.
He was loving, but also had some strange fear of tall people. (and everyone is tall to a Bassett)
My Dad came to visit and Bob jumped up on the window cushion to get away and Dad decided to go sit with him and pet him.

By the time I realized what was happening and asked Dad what he was doing (which was just petting Bob) it was too late. Bob just sat there and pee'd the whole time and Dad never realized it.
Bob was too scared to move away and just sat there and pee'd.
He was a wonderful Dog:)

I did fail to mention that in every other discipline Carly did what she was told without hesitation. Very well behaved and mannered.

Except with protecting kids , she had her own ideas and they were not negotiable.

Which made it all the more surprising to people because they saw the good dog turn to what did look to be a Cujo
Attitude.
I would usually just tell everybody, smile and be calm.:D
I don't like to see kids yelled at much either;)

YouTube - coogle & winnie video

My 'Do what ever you want to me' pup. Winston:)
Who once jumped up and grabbed a kitchen sponge and injested it :)before I could get my hand down his throat. He spent the night at the vets while they induced vomiting and pieced together pieces of the sponge like a puzzle.:)

I love the beagle story dahila.

Years ago, another lifetime is seems now we had a golden lab named sam. We lived in a old farmhouse with a huge yard, sam lived in a fricking dog palace at the side of the house.

He was the most gentle dog I ever had, a real 'gentleman'.

One morning I called him as usual, no sign of him, I went to investigate,afraid I would find him dead in his 'house'.

Opening the door I found that a stray cat had decided in all her wisdom that this was the place to give birth to a litter of kittens.

There she was curled into sams belly nursing the littler and sam curled around her, when he saw me the tail started to wag,thumping up and down, totally delighted with himself.

If he could talk I'm sure he would have said 'your not going to believe what happened,can we keep them!

Red, I'm picturing it. Did Sam get his way? Did you keep them? :)

Dahlia, love the video. I could just eat them up. That little pup sure is adorable. :)

Sam did get his way alty, there was a committee meeting between him and the kids, the management (me) did'nt get a say.

We found homes eventually for the kittens and the cat stayed, however we were never able to tame her,she slept in with sam for years.

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Thinkbox have a new ad out, this one is a couple going into a dog shelter for a dog.

Harvey sells himself to the owners.

The ad is qued to come up when you click on the link and press the arrow in the centre on the screen.

Ladies,

Great stories and videos.

And I'll add a Muttley story
.
Shortly after I got him I was walking him
And introducing him to the neighborhood pets
Getting an idea of how he reacted to them .

He liked all the girls , no problem , instant friends.

He was wary of any males but
Didn't act afraid and would hold still until they sniffed
... where they do that , then he'd reciprocate
And things were OK.
Not as good as with the girls , but no problems.

Then we found the monster dog.
He looks like a cross between a St. Bernard
And a dragon.

Black, long fur ,he was as wide as the sidewalk
And the top of his head is at my armpit level
(I'm six feet ) estimated 230 lbs.

I'd never seen this dog before
So taking no chances I scooped Muttley up
And started eyeing escape routes.

The owner chuckled and said not to worry ,
Brutus was a big marshmallow
And loved everybody , people , dogs cats,
Birds and even played with their hamsters.

So I put Muttley down
He walks right up and offers his rear
Which Brutus sniffed but got distracted by
A passing car , bumped Muttley with his nose ,
Which was enough to knock him off his feet.

Then it was on.
Muttley jumped up growling,
(I'd never heard him do that)
And barking (which he rarely does) .

Brutus had moved forward and was standing over Muttley
And Muttley was jumping up trying to bite Brutus!

I reeled him into my arms and had to struggle
To hang on to him because he was going fight.

Brutus looked at Muttley
Then flopped on his belly with his head on
His outstreched paws and looked up at us like
" I didn't do nothing. "

I had to carry Muttley home.
He was going back to finish and struggled
With me all the way back.

Brutus owner was hysterical ,
Laughing so hard he had to sit down .
Then yelled that's a brave little dog you got there.

Muttley still tried to go after that monster
The next three times he saw him .

Good thing Brutus thinks he was playing.
They did get to be friends , but Brutus
Moved a couple of months ago.

Eight pounds of courage , but lacking perception .
That's Muttley.

Loved the Sam and kitten story Red, how cute that must have been.

Martin:) Muttley:eek: What a riot:D :DDon't you mess with me!

And Alty the little puppy in the video is Kugel:)

Aww very cute pics and video's. Red your story melts my heart, I can just picture the goofy lab look on his face!

I love it how little dogs suffer from little dog syndrom. It's so cute. My friend has a yorkie cross, the little runt yaps and yaps at LAdt until Lady finally gets up and walks over, in which Fauzie (the yorkie) Jumps up on the couch and hides behind me or my friend. It's so cute to watch. Here's a pic of them playing with a mitten.

Opps ill have to resize the pic later!

We always had little dogs when I was growing up. It wasn't until I got married that we got a bigger breed.

Our Silver poodle, named Silver, was 10 pounds soaking wet, but acted like a 150 pound rottweiler. He wouldn't back down from anyone. Of course he was attacked a few times, all by German shepherds (I don't have any luck with that breed. Love them, they're beautiful, but when I or a family member get bit, it's always a GSD :( I'm German, they should love me! ;)) after that, Silver lunged first, asked questions later.

When we got Chewy he was only 3 months old, weighed around 6 pounds. He was little. Our other two dogs, a lab cross (around 60 pounds) and our obese border collie (should be 40 pounds, but is closer to 80) didn't know what to do with this little barking bundle of puppy energy.

Chewy would run up to Jasper, bum in the air, ready to play, nipping at his heals, and Jasper would literally push him away with his paw, Chewy rolling across the floor. The look on Jasper's face was priceless, eyes rolled back as if to say "How long do I have to put up with this freak?"

Now they're best buddies. Jasper is the one with his bum in the air, always ready to play. Of course Chewy is way to fast for him. They go in the yard, Chewy going mach 10, and Jasper lagging his fat butt 10 paces behind, barking because he can't catch the little beagle bum. :)

I love to see all these dogs in action, a mini docu-drama series on their lives.

Ok I am finally able to post the picture. Some of you have already seen this on fb, but it melts my heart to see Lady being so gentle with a little rat-dog. :D

Wow, my carpets look really dirty. Hmm off to the grocery store to rent a cleaner thingy ma bob.

Great pics Bella:)

So cute. Lady could fling that little pup across the room if she wanted to, but instead she lets her believe she can win. :)

Awwwwwwwwww that is so sweet Bella :)

Tee hee. Lady actually did let the little fur ball win a few times. I wish I could have caught it on film when Lady decided to stand up and walk away with Fauzzie dangling from her mouth my the mitten.

OMG! I loved reading all of these stories! Dahlia-I am all too familiar with the peeing dog. I cannot acknowledge Eli when I get home from work until I let him out. Seeing one of his people is just too exciting and he will pee everywhere!

Red-that story about the doggy and the kittens was so touching! I could picture it very well-so sweet!

Martin-again I deal with the little dog syndrome all the time with Eli. My boyfriend and I call him "Eli Bonaparte" on certain occasions, "Sh**head" on other occasions. He deserves it :)

Here he is-fresh from the groomer. I don't get the "yorkie" cut. I go "puppy cut" all the way!
http://img849.imageshack.us/img849/9421/elix.jpg

Eli is adorable! I could just eat him up. Too cute.

I love the puppy cut, it suits him.

Look at that face, you can tell he's thinking about the next thing he's going to get into. Good luck mom! :)