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Post by gulfcoastguy on Mar 2, 2015 20:57:40 GMT -5
Tonight he pulled over the seed tray. I have 25 unidentifiable peppers now. Approximately 8 of them are sweet the others are a mix of two types of jalapeño and 1 type of scorching red habanero. That settles it, he definitely gets neutered without anesthesia.
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Post by berrygal on Apr 30, 2015 5:37:14 GMT -5
There was a winter storm moving into the area one day, so I went to town to pick up some groceries before it hit. I was busy putting things away when I glanced out of the window and see that it's started. I had everything put away except for the bag of flour, which I placed on the counter so I could refill the flour bin on the shelf, and stepped out on the porch to see what it was doing (sleeting, snowing, icing, or whatnot). I was out for less than a minute, as I didn't have a coat on, and when I came in, there was flour all over the counter, all over the kitchen floor, and all over the dog. And don't get me started on the time that he managed to eat an entire pan of raw yeast rolls that were rising on the counter and wound up tipsy...
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Post by Mumsey on Apr 30, 2015 7:54:17 GMT -5
DH was putting insulation in a kitchen wall. We left for a few hours, Princess had torn it out! She managed to get behind the ladder in front of it, moved it slightly over without it falling over.
Then years ago I decided it would be fun to hide the kids' easter eggs outside. Hard boiled colored/dyed eggs. Got up early to do the deed. Kids got up about an hour later. They found no eggs. Millie Mae Mudflaps had eaten every one! She was the funniest basset hound. That dog had some gas!
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Post by gakaren on Apr 30, 2015 9:42:38 GMT -5
I was using the electric hedge trimmer to trim some shrubs in my front porch beds the other day. So I had a cord strung out across the porch. One of the cats decided she needed to see what that thing was, smelled of it and proceeded to sit down with her butt on one side of the cord and her front paws on the other side.....so of course, I had to flip it up! She must have gone at least 4' into the air and did a complete summersault in midair and still landed on her feet...and was GONE!
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Post by SpringRain🕊️ on Apr 30, 2015 10:44:59 GMT -5
"Mille Mae Mudflaps" ? - that's adorable!
Once my cats found a very comfortable and warm sleeping spot - in the freshly dried laundry basket. They were still kittens, and really loved the warmth of the clothes. So I just let them sleep in it.
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Post by Mumsey on Apr 30, 2015 13:06:22 GMT -5
Spring, being a basset her ears were always muddy! As far as pets, she was the most comical of any.
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Post by OregonRed on Apr 30, 2015 14:30:09 GMT -5
omg the flour all over! that needs to be a u tube video! hahhaha
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Post by lilolpeapicker on May 2, 2015 6:58:47 GMT -5
LOL, gakaren...you have a mean streak in you!! LOL
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Post by wheelgarden1 on Jul 31, 2015 17:55:26 GMT -5
My dog and gardening companion, Sharpie, is an Australian Shepherd - Border Collie mix (Best. Breed. Ever.)...among herding dogs like her, there are "heelers" who herd by following and gathering from the rear of the flock, and "nippers" who lead from the front and anticipate and direct flock movement. Sharpie is a nipper, and it's almost spooky sometimes...moments before I go unannouced to another room, or another area of the yard or garden outdoors, she will move unbeknownst to me and be waiting there when I get there. Darn good dog. Best one I've ever had for a multitude of reasons, I must say.
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Post by mcool61 on Jul 31, 2015 19:19:30 GMT -5
Not really a pet but funny animal story. Driving by a pasture I noticed a squirrel with a curious calf right on its tail. The squirrel started hopping along in playful fashion & the calf followed suit. It was funny watching them bounce across the pasture. One of those times you wish you had a camcorder & could maybe win money on funniest videos or whatever. We had a Dalmatian that adopted us & I went to leave for work one day & my truck wouldn't start. I finally found where the dog had chewed through the wires for the neutral safety switch on the transmission. I repaired it & wrapped it in tape adding a bunch of wire ties cut to a sharp angle so it wouldn't be fun to chew again. A few days later I heard a yelp & went looking for what caused it & found the dog looking kind of weird & then noticed the wire for the rotor on the tv antenna was chewed, wet & slobbery. I checked the wired with a voltmeter & found there was 24v present at all times. Apparently not enough to kill him but he never chewed another wire. Which reminds me of another story, I don't know what you folks remember from your childhood but my earliest memories are about 1 yr & 3 mo. best I can tell. Anyway, mom had been in the hospital for several months during which time I was kind of a gypsy baby, living with various aunts & uncles & then when mom came home the landlord had painters come in right before that & paint the apartment. We had one of those spikey star looking electric 50's clocks over the couch & it had been plugged into an extension cord which the painters left hanging over the back of the couch instead of plugging the clock back in. I found it & stuck it in my mouth & got a little shock. Not being sure what just happened I remember trying it again. Right after that mom came in & I don't remember this part but she said I held up the end of the extension cord which was all wet & slobbery & said "bites", My first experience with electricity. Odd I became an electrician & electronics tech.
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Post by restless on Jul 31, 2015 21:48:13 GMT -5
My cats chewed through all kinds of electrical cords when they were teething kittens. I have no idea how they lived through it...lamps, counter top appliances, the electrical cord to the phone. My Easter kitty has always loved to bring us presents. When she was a tiny kitten, we would wake up with a dozen or more cat toys in bed with us every morning. As she has gotten older, she must have gotten tired. Now it is always exactly 3 toys in the bed in the mornings. If she was ever let to roam outdoors, I'm sure she would be a cat who would bring home dead animals. When she wants attention, she will stuff 2 or 3 toys in her mouth at once and howl and walk around the house until someone takes notice of her. She begs like a dog for anything she wants. She sits up on her back legs and moves her front paws up and down. If you whistle at her, she'll jump on your lap and sniff your mouth. I think she thinks there is a bird in there. She can open every door in our house. She jumps up against the door, grabs the handle with her front paws and jiggles. Sometimes she can open a closed door in 2 minutes. Sometimes it will take her 30 minutes. She will never, ever give up. It's pointless to close a door. Not only will she get in the room eventually, but you have to hear "slam jiggle jiggle drop" until she succeeds. She's my favorite. Her littermate, the Chairman, is addicted to cuddles and petting and love. Any moment he is not being held, petted, and loved is a moment wasted. He's as dumb as as stone. Easter got all the brains. The Chairman often gets lost in our small house. If he wakes up downstairs and no one is around, he'll pace and cry until we yell "Up here Buddy" from upstairs. He bounds excitedly into the room like he hasn't seen you in 6 months. He loves to gnaw on the metal knobs of our bedroom dresser. He will saw his teeth over them in the middle of the night. It makes very disturbing sound that is also freakishly loud.
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Post by lisaann on Aug 1, 2015 9:26:24 GMT -5
Bandit was a german shepherd, and my son named her after the Smokey and the Bandit movie. When I would sort the laundry, she always helped me. I didn't need her kind of help. She would grab stuff and run with it. One day she decided to pick up one of my son's socks. She picked it up. She spit it out, and started gagging. I'm hollering at her to get out. Don't puke here! Bandit could roll in rotten turtle guts and then ride home in the car, from Granny's, while we hung our heads out the window to breathe for a 20 minute ride, but she gagged on my kid's sock! Well, those socks did walk behind me on the way to the washer.
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Post by OregonRed on Aug 1, 2015 14:08:50 GMT -5
omg you guys, what GREAT stories!
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Post by Latitude33 on Aug 2, 2015 2:32:20 GMT -5
So, quite a few years ago I had a beautiful and loving calico cat named Katie that determined early on SHE was in charge of EVERYTHING. Given my single Dad status, she was my guiding light. One day, Katie decided to plant herself atop the belt of my treadmill. This was a couple of years ago when I was a serious competitive runner and the treadmill was my primary training tool. I cajoled, nudged, and pleaded for Kate to move off the the belt of the treadmill to no avail. Did I mention the belt/track is motorized? After multiple failed attempts to move Kate, I finally decided to start and engage the treadmill which resulted in a confused look upon Kate. She correctly decided to exit the the treadmill but unfortunately her timing helped to accentuate her departure. The belt engaged at the sane time she jumped thereby greatly accentuating her trajectory. Due to the timing, Kate flew about six feet across the room. My son, bless his heart, commented, "Dad, you just made a Cat-a-Pult".
P.S. Thanks for the PM Red ;)
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Post by OregonRed on Aug 2, 2015 10:33:49 GMT -5
Lat: ;)
omg, that is toooo cotton pickin funny - I am cracking up over here! I sent it to 4 friends!
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