My mom's chocolate labador does some pretty stupit things. One day my brother got home from work and he found her sleeping on the couch..with her head in a large ceral box, when he yelled "MAGGIE!" she got up and tried to jump on him but because she couldn't see, she kept crashing into things, until my brother pulled the box off her head.
Another time my brother was helping me study for a math test. We were studying in the living room , which has two ways to enter but only one has a actual closing door. So our black chow-Austrialian sheppard Jessie strolls in and starts bugging us. When we ignored her she started parking at us. When she tried to climb on the couch she didn't jump high enough and she got stuck on the armrest and had to kick a little to get back up(that was kinda funny but it gets better) . When she was on the couch she kept barking at us. Then she moved over to the footrest and contiued barking there, but she took a step back and fell off the footrest. When she got up she gerouded (misspelled, in other words she went "GRRRR!") and barked and even bit the footrest for about a hour. Me and my brother thought it was funny as hell.
When my family first got the dog we have now, Snuff (named for a stuffed animal my grandmother gave me when I was little), she ate all the twigs and leaves in our yard. My mom came home one day from work and Snuff was sitting on the sidewalk. Mom says "Hi Snuff" and the dog barfs up all the sticks and twigs she ate at mom's feet.
The dog has also caused more damage than we paid for her, I think. She's destroyed two garden hoses, tore some of the framework off a ground-level window pane, chewed the straps off my dad's coveralls, ingested countless pairs of leather work gloves, and she digs holes all over the place (which don't really cost anything but they're big enough to sink a tractor tire into so they get kind of annoying).
Brother R
I use to have a Golden Retriever that use to say: "Momma."
One dog I had, Bridget (part standard poodle, part springer spaniel, flighty as all hell). one time didn't recognize me when I came home. she was in the middle of our big backyard, she kept barking and backing up, barking and backing up, barking and ooops, backed right into the pool.
We have three cats: Kearah- a siamese, Mini-me- a maine coon and Sarena- a tabby who we just found out is a boy. And we have a Pomeranian named Chico.
They are always doing funny things as well as annoying things. We are always finding regurgitated hair balls and things. Usually off the side of the bed with our bare feet..ugh! We have a glass coffee table and we took the glass out of the wooden frame to clean it. Kearah thought she was jumping up on the table and was surprised when she didnt land on glass..just fell trough. We laughed our asses off.
Another day Mini-me was playing with Chico and he went running by with Mini-me on his back (She was a kitten then) like a bronco rider. Of course by the time we got the camera the two had gone their seperate ways. Its never a dull moment around here.
I had a cat who ate cigarettes when I used to smoke. She never cared for catnip oddly enough, but put a malboro near her....
I had a cat name Wdget that when I would come home would "attack" my ankles because he wanted to play fetch with his favorite toy. He would give me "love bites". (Sometimes those bites did hurt) I would throw his toy and he would actually keep bringing it back until he got tired of it. I tried it with some of his other toys he wouldn't even bother going for it. And he used to love sour cream and onion chips, wouldn't touch any other flavor chip.
I had a cat once that ate twinkies. I gave him one once and he ate the whole damn thing. We told the vet and the vet didn't believe us. He said a cat would never eat anything like a twinkie. But God as my witness it did!
We had a German Shepherd named "Samantha" for about 3 years before we got "Reicher"- another German Shepherd- as my dad's new police dog.
The first thing Sammy did when she saw Reicher come in the house was run into the kitchen, grab her dog dish, and hide it under MY bed. That's not the funny story, though.
After about a week of watching Reicher and the things he did, Sammy went out into the backyard (when she thought nobody was looking) and proceeded to lift her leg in an attempt to pee like a boy dog. When her leg got to about 2 inches off the ground, she fell over.
My grey male cat I used to have named Ash (hence my screen name) loved to chase the little red dot from my laser pointer all over the place. If you raised the dot up to the wall he'd literally jump up to almost 5-6 feet to get it.
One time I was playing with the pointer & I started the dot on the floor on the left side of the room and then quickly zipped it to the other side...right by the stairwell.
The cat was running so furiously after it that he went right past it & tumbled down the stairs making that ba boom boom ba boom ba boom sound!
I was like "Oh s**t!"
I looked down the stairs & he was just sitting there on one of the steps with his eyes bugged out & he was shaking!
He only went about 3/4 of the way down.
I never laughed so hard in my life!
I went down to pick him up saying, "It's ok buddy. I'm sorry" and he bit me on the hand!
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FYI If you have a dog & you WANT a funny thing to happen, just put some peanut butter on the roof of the inside of its mouth.
Trust me- it's like 30 minutes of sheer laughter.
No I'm not an animal abuser and I DO love dogs.
:)
My roomate's fat tabby cat has a habit of putting a small plastic bag over his head (such as a Tower Records CD bag) and strutting around the apartrment. The first time I saw him do this I got concerned that he was going to suffocate, but he is very much at ease (many cats would flip out and panic) and enjoys this weirdness. He walks quickly but carefully around, feeling his way, and follows your voice to come to you. He'll feel his way to your lap and hop in, and the more you laugh, it just seems to encourage him to more zaniness. I once had to take him off the living room speakers that he scaled, bag on head. One of the funniest things is watching him get into the bag; he sticks his head in, and then will find something to push against so he can adjust the bag exactly to his liking. He actually seeks out these bags (and he only chooses ones where his vision is almost completely or totally obscured-apparently that's half the fun of it) pulling them out of the garbage and stashing them in hiding places around the house. If there's a crowd over, he'll pull one out and do his little trick. This wackiness has been going on since around 1998, even before we were roomates. It's kind of like watching one of those blind samurai "Zatoichi" films. My cat just stares at him like he's insane.
BigDaddy (one of my cockatiels) can whistle "Dreidel"
I've done it, and the thing is, the dogs will sit there wanting more.
Cat's revenge!
when my dog got older he slept a lot. one morning i came downstairs and found that he had knocked over the garbage can and gone through the contents. this was a pretty common thing for him to do as well. the only difference was that this time, while he had his head in the can, he decided to take a nap.
My friends Barb and Steve hav had lots of animals over the years.
Besides the Dalmation who figured out how to masterbait with his foot.....
They had an English Mastiff once. Named Spock.
Once Barb was sourting out some grapefruit, and Spock was sitting there, just watching , and she laid a grapefruit on the floor, and told him, "Now, you watch that for me, so no one takes it, okey?" and she went on sorteing.
She turns round to find the grapefruit, and can't find it.
"Where is that thing?" she said, and Spock proceded to open his mouth, and there it was! She laughed. Said she thinks he took her literaly, and "Protected the grapefruit" as ordered!
Dear Abbey:
My dog is a Japanese Chin. I'm sure most dogs to this to some degree. When he gets something he likes he wants to bury it in his (indoor) sleeping area. Pawing the area intensly for a couple minutes. Many times I have taken him aside and had a serious one on one talk with him, but nothing I say seems to help. He never gets anywhere with his pawing and he persist in doing it. Maybe he should get professional help.
He is strickly an indoor dog and dosn't like to get his tootsies wet. Going out only to use the bathroom then hurrying back in. He likes his walks and drives and is a great companion dog, but he starts wimpering when he can't find a place to put his stuff.
We once had a cat named Kitty. She would catch a mouse outside and when she wanted to come in she would bring the dreaded thing into the house. She was so proud and wanted to show us.
She also did this sliding thing under the bed. She would lay on her back on the floor and use her claws on the bottom of the bed and drag herself back and forth across the floor. Quite a sight.
Once we had a nieghbor who came over to our house on their horse. It was big and the cat had never seen a horse before and couldn't believe it's eyes. I bet she thought it was a colosso mouse. The terror on her face, but she couldn't take her eyes of the horse eithier.
Ever notice some animals see things we can't see. Especially cats.
About three years ago we lived in an apartment that I'd swear was haunted. My cats Kearah and Mini-me would sit above my head on the bed and hiss at something in the doorway. I'd be sitting there watching TV when I could have sworn someone walked in. I had heard the footfalls on the shag carpet. When I turned no one was there. Made the hair stand up on my neck(Back of). Freaky.
I feel bad. I'm usually the one who does funny/weird things. My dogs are the normal ones.
my brother use to race camal and this one camal use to like driking beer and one time my brother had so of he's mate over and they were drinking and throwing the emty cans out the door to the camal. the camal would pick the cans up in its mouth and crash the cans to get every last drop out of the cans and they were doing this all day. at the end of the day the camal was running around and around the house looking for more cans because it was drank
Whenever I make the bed, my cat Scooter jumps on it and tries to dig a hole through it. He's declawed, so he just rubs his paws across it really fast. He also hates it when I fold clothes. He normally never gets mad (he's never growled or hissed in the 3 years I've had him), but folding clothes just really p**ses him off for some reason. He sits on a shirt or something that I'm in the middle of folding, and when I move him off, he starts attacking me. But it's real bites (not just his usual playful love bites) when I'm folding clothes. So I put the laundry basket on top of him and he pushes it around the top of the bed, paws coming out the sides trying to grab me. He must like that game, because as soon as I'm done and walk away, he's out from under the basket in two seconds and following me around the house, looking for some new mischief to get into.
Here in Cincinnati the dogs and cats are going nuts for..................CICADAS!!
Apparently they love the taste. Funny stuff.