Fun things your pet does

[Darlica]

We have been reading about Chatty's little Spencer making the moves on the dog sitter, conning her on  frozen yoghurt and other delicious stuff.

What fun, disturbing or disturbingly fun things does your pet do?

Our late family dog, William, smiled. Yes, smiled. Every time I came to see my mother after I moved out he would be standing on the porch on his hind legs, yap like a puppy and show all his teeth in a big grin, while wagging his tail like crazy. No. not a pretty sight, but kind of cute, I wish we had video taped it but we never did.
First time I saw that it actually frightened me a bit (Irish Terriers have a lot of teeth, cosy and snuggly as they may look with their mouths shut ), mostly because I couldn't read that mixed message. It sort of reminded why one shouldn't smile widely when greeting a unfamiliar dog... 

He also learned how to simulate hiccup when we were eating or preparing something he coveted, like grilled chicken or smoked salmon... 
I really miss him, it's almost two and a half year since he past away and it still brings tears in my eyes to think about him, it brings a big grin too but still.

Ludvig the present family dog, who also lives mostly with my mother, is still to young to fully have developed any odd behaviours, but his working on it. He's far to smart for his own good (just like his mother who among other things masters the art of opening doors)! I suspect I will have more stories to tell about him as time pasts.

/D

[Pachyderm]

We used to have a Dachshund when we lived in Nigeria. His name was Toby. He was about 3 and a half feet tall, a throwback to when they were hunting dogs, and as quick as a whippet.

His party trick was to wait until my dad was home from work, nicely de-stressed and relaxed, then jump off the jetty. The creek he was leaping into with such gay abandon was originally called 3 Cowrie creek, but had been renamed among the expat community as 3 Cow creek, after the 3 dead cows we discovered floating past one day.

Now, if you would be so kind, look at the tabletop your computer is resting on. Place your hand flat and level with the surface, just off to one side. Now lower it 4 inches. Imagine that the tabletop is the water level in the creek. The point 4 inches lower is where you can no longer see your hand if you submerged it.

Nasty, but not the end of the trick.

The only place the dog could get out of the water was under the big bridge, roughly a mile downstream. However, to the hundreds of homeless Nigerians living under the bridge, the mere presence of a dog was terrifying enough, let alone one that apparently left the safety and security of the nice expat houses to chase them around under the bridge.

A splash from the jetty would be followed by my Dad dashing to the car, and fighting through about 3 miles of Lagos traffic to get to the bridge, eventually catching the dog, who was returned to the garden under a cloud, and scrubbed. Funny thing was, he hated getting bathed. Guess he thought the swim and panic under the bridge was worth it.

[anthrobabe]

I foster homeless pets from time to time until homes can be found or even the great joy of finding "my people"---
anyway got a call late one night from Karen(manager at animal control) they've just had to take in a mother and 9 puppies and would I take a "couple" of puppies(weaning so would eat) for a "few" days.
Well I wound up with 6 wriggling labrador puppies in my single wide trailer.
They promptly solved the "playpen" issue so we moved the furniture to block the hall and kitchen access- well literally overnight they leaned to climb and I came home to the sight of
one giant bag of puppy kibble that I'd left up on top of the couch back lying in the floor-- burst open-- with a pile of puppies laying on it that were so stuffed that they could not move, if you've ever seen a tick that has gorged until it falls off then you can picture these puppies, they couldn't move but they were happy to see me so it was sort of a wriggling pile.
I thought I was going to die, then I thought that they might die from eating so much- so they were all loaded up and taken to the vet where I was told that their would probably be some ill puppies for a day or so but probably no real damage.

I wish I had pictures--- everyone of them has a home and people of their own-- they wrecked my house(we had to tear up the carpet) and ate the couch (another vet visit story- they ate it, not just chewed and shredded it up- they ate some of it) but I'm so glad I had the experience.

Now I have 3 cats- they know that in former lives they were royal pharoah cats and expect to be treated as such.... hillarious pests are really what they are. But do I love them--- you don't even know.

[The Meromorph]

When my grand-daughter (TT) was just learning to get about, and used to come and visit us, she was delighted by our stairs. She'd never been in a house with stairs.
She worked out one of the common ways little kids learn to deal with coming down stairs - sitting on her bum and scooching forward until she would bump down one step, laugh like a drain, then do the next step just the same...
Our dalmatian Lucy did not approve of this at all!
If Lucy noticed TT doing this (we would be sitting in the room at the bottom watching TT - who did not want us 'helping' her!), Lucy would rush up the stairs stretch herself out over about the next four stairs, with one front paw on either side of TT, and her face right in TT's face. TT woulld scooch down a step anyway, (laughing like a drain). Lucy would wriggle down one stair as TT bumped down, keeping one paw on either side, and lick TT's face. Lucy would then look quickly over at us with an outraged expression "Why aren't you helping her? ", and sometimes give a little angry whine at us. The TT would scooch down another step, etc....
When she got all the way to the bottom, Lucy would give TT's face one last licking then run over to us and 'chunner' at us for a minute, giving us a good telling off, meanwhile TT would laboriously crawl back up the stairs, and off we'd go again...

[Sibling Chatty]

Today, Spencer learned to con the teller at the bank drive-through out of double Milk Bones rations.

Even a banker's heart can't withstand those pretty Schnauzer eyes...

[Scriblerus the Philosophe]

My dog, Snapper, is far too smart. We kept him kenneled in the garage when we first got him, and built a puppy corral to keep him from getting out at night. Or it was supposed to.
Every night, for the three weeks we kept him out there, he escaped. We would modify it every night, attempting to figure out how he got out, and he'd still escape. We would find him sitting in front of the door in the morning when we went to get him. Or he'd come running out of the maze of stuff to whoever came to feed him, wagging his tail.

[goat starer]

all my goldfish do is die 

hilarious!

[Sibling Chatty]

Try bettas.

They're--betta!

[Bluenose]

When we were building our current home, we rented a house that had a small hallway outside the main bedroom and it held a linen press with sliding doors.  One night just after we had gone to be we heard the distinctive sound of one of these doors being opened and then being closed.  I got up to see what was going on, thinking intruder etc and could see no one around. Figured I must have been imagining things and went back to be.  Same thing happenned the next few nights and finally on about the third of fourth night out of curiosity I decided to check out the linen press and found one of our cats, Max, asleep on the towels.  He had been opening the door and then after gettig inside the cupboard he closed it behind himself.  If I had not seen the evidence with my own eyes I would not believe it, but he did have form - when we first moved into that house we locked him up at night in a back bedroom since this had been our habit in our previous home (in fact Max used to get very naughty if we did not "put him to bed" on time and once we made moves to his room he would come charging in and plonk himself in his bed as if to say "about time!")  Anyway the door was twisted and so it took a little bit of effort to close it properly. but it did and seemed to be quite secure.  We noticed that occasionally Max would be on the loose in the morning and we put it down to us not shutting the door properly and the door springing open.  Then we noticed that when this happened the light in the room would be on.  Now the door handle was a round wooden knob about 3 inches in diameter and the light switch was the large rocker type that were popular in the seventies.  We finally worked it out that Max had been jumping up to the door handle and somehow managing to turn it, and accidentally in the process, flicking the switch and turning on the light!  After we realised he was doing this we stopped locking him up at night and then he developed his penchant for the linen press, which persisted on and off until we moved to our new home.

[Scriblerus the Philosophe]

Lol, very nice. There are some smart kitties out there.

We recently went to go see Stardust, and left my dog inside for the two hours we were to be gone.
Driving home, my sister noticed a dog about three houses down from ours, and as we drew closer, we discovered it was our dog! We opened the door, and he jumped in the car with us. He'd busted the front window screen trying to get out!

[anthrobabe]

ummm Goat--- try putting them in water next time
or are they commiting suicide?

http://uk.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20070922155506AANIaod

[Griffin NoName]

There are some smart kitties out there.

... and you can smarten yours up - at bonsai kitten.      

[Sibling Chatty]

Spencer has, in the past, been known to hide my shoes when I start getting dressed.

Today, I left my medbag on the floor. It's HEAVY. It was--unfindable. We looked everywhere. Then...I remembered putting my cell phone in it, so we called it from Dan's cellphone.

My medbag was in the Doggie Pillow Corner, covered in Doggie Blanket.

I'm just gonna get him a set of keys and a driving license and HE can go pick up meds and shop for groceries...

Sneaky little stinker...

[The Meromorph]

Our three big dogs used to sleep in the living room.
Then Layla (the boss) decided she wanted some time without her sisters and started sleeping in our bedroom. After about three months the other two decided they'd like to sleep there too, so they all followed her in each night. Made it quite hazardous for me to wander over to the bathroom in the middle of the night...
Then Layla decided this was stupid, and about one thirty she comes and wakes me up to let her out. She walks up beside me, and shakes her head so her ears rattle to wake me up, and then trails me as I go to the door and let her out, then she sleeps on her own in the living room.
After about a year, Lexie (the youngest and biggest) has decided that she's entitled to similar treatment, so about half an hour after I've let Layla out, she comes and wakes me the same way (rattles her ears next to my head. I then have to pad over to the door as she trails me, and open it. Then she won't go out!
I thiink she just wants to prove to herself that she could if she wanted to...

[Scriblerus the Philosophe]

Nice.

My dog is notorious for waking people up at night. He'll sit in front of you, and stare. Stare until you wake up. And then he'll grin and pant at you until you let him out.