My 2 year old goldendoodle just yeeted herself off the porch for no reason and fucked up her leg. Of course the vet is booked until 11 AM tomorrow. This is the same dog that had to get bowel obstruction surgery twice in two months because she kept eating toys. She is not allowed to have toys anymore.
She’s such a goblin.
My late cat (the one in my pic) REALLY wanted my grocery-store sushi one time, but I didn’t give her any, so she decided to lick a big ol’ glob of the wasabi.
She didn’t like it.
Cat wanted to go outside. It was raining. After seeing the rain out the back door and turning around she led me to the front door expecting better weather.
Cats don’t have object permanence. After looking out the back door she had to check the other outdoors at the front to see if it was different.
My pug who passed recently would eat literally anything. This includes raw potatoes that he dug out of the ground himself, very hot peppers off the plant (he was delighted with this), a jar of dried soup beans, and a bag of slivered almonds. The first two I simply never thought he’d think to eat, the beans and almonds I thought were out of reach and weren’t. He was absolutely fine each time and very pleased with himself. When my ex would bring the grocery buckets in, he would be waiting and take a chomp out of anything he could reach, celery or lettuce or peppers. It really was cute despite the horrible poops he would have, and I miss him awful.
My mom’s dog LOVES spicy peppers.
Must like the endorphins.
Dumbest? geez, it’s hard to choose. She’s a coward (part chihuahua, I’m sure) that can’t beat the terrier genes in her mutt butt, so one night she goes out to the back yard and does her little barking at thin air, just to see if anything nearby gets scared off by it, and lo and behold there’s an opossum! So she is barking, yelping in her little whine-bleat, running away from it, but then turning back and bark/cry/yelping at it while running at it, but when she’s within 10 feet of it she gets even more yelpy and runs away from it, only to turn back again and repeat the whole shebang. I grabbed her by the fourth round, but I’m still just flummoxed at the thought process that must have been running in her tiny brain. It’s like courage the cowardly dog manifested himself for a hot minute: scared but bravely charging the terrible monster while screaming.
She also likes to chase birds, screaming her head off… and we’re not talking about birds on the ground. 300 feet in the air, and she still thinks she will catch them.
My dog will refuse to eat. She wants treats or whatever we’re having instead. She’s stubborn and will hold out for many hours, with a full bowl of food sitting there.
Then her stomach will hurt. She will complain and want to eat grass if we let her outside. She will refuse treats. We basically need to break treats in half and touch her lips with them/put them in her mouth (she will spit them out - we don’t force-feed her). After a try or two the taste and smell get her mouth watering and she slowly will eat the treat (usually a greenie), realize it’s making her feel better, and happily chow down her food. Totally normal and fine after that. Happy and playful, normal stool, energetic (especially for her age).
We’ve talked to the vet several times about this behavior. Blood tests and X-rays all normal. We give her long walks (at least an hour, twice a day, often with neighborhood dog friends). She’s allowed on furniture and loves to snuggle, insists on pets (and gets them!)
This girl is so stubborn she can’t figure out how to solve hungry. You fool! Just eat.
I suspect someone is still sneaking food to her.
Jumped out of the fish tank.
I had a cat that, when she was a kitten, tried to jump up on the toilet, but ended up in it since the lid was up. She was very, very cautious about jumping up on things after that.
The vet endoscoped 30 ponytail holders out of my cat’s stomach several months ago, and if I hadn’t banned them from the house she’d eat more. I bring in sprigs of crabgrass to appease her chompiness, they go through safely and keep her regular.
30? Goddamn, I’d be so mad. Maybe not about the ones from the hundred pack, but my nice silk ones would get that cat banned.
They were the simple round elastic ones, wrist-size. I was just so glad they didn’t kill her. I actually have a pixie cut, and my long-haired children have grown up and moved out, so she must have found an old stash overnight. They used to be her absolute favorite toy, batting and chasing and pouncing, but apparently they’re also too fun to bite and eat as well. So I banned them instead of her.
Ginger tom. That in and of itself is “enough said” but my personal fave was the time i saw him pick a fight with a stationary chair and lose.
He threw himself off a bloody cliff following a cat. Luckily he survived intact but I’ve never heard such a loud splash ever since.
Last week our dog found poop in the yard and started rolling in it, just two days after getting a bath at the groomer
One morning we woke up to a complete stranger pounding on the door yelling “YOUR DOGS ON THE ROOF!!!”
She had climbed out the attic window, and fell to the roof over the first floor. I don’t know how long she was pacing the roof trying to find a way back in.
Sit at the base of the wall reaching out a paw for a fly on the ceiling 10 feet up.
My cat once slipped his head through a handle of a paper bag while sleeping on it. Then he jumped off the couch and absolute chaos ensued. He drag the bag behind him and it inflated like a parachute and making a lot of noise which totally freaked him out.
He eventually managed to rip off the handle (glad it was a paper bag) while dragging it under some furniture, but he was quite traumatized after that. Didn’t come out of his favorite hiding spot for half a day.
Same thing happened to our cat except when it happened to our cat, she freaked out and rang around the house.
She ran through the railing which caused the paper bag to rip. The bag then ripped in the worst way, with 90% of the bag ripping off but the paper handle was still around her neck. She got really scared and ran under our bed. She hid there for hours. Eventually she came out. I was able to grab on to the handle and she tried to run which caused the handle to rip off finally, freeing her.
No injuries or anything and she was behaving normally an hour after the handle ripped off.
That’s really funny but also sad because he was so scared
It really was both. It took me quite a few seconds to even realize what going on, suddenly there was just noise and panic in the room. By the time I was trying to help he was already under the couch and almost free.
But in hindsight it was really funny. I learned not to leave folded up bags lying on the couch though.
I had a cat which almost the same thing happened to, except with a plastic bag. For most of the rest of her life when she heard plastic crinkling she would run and hide.
One of our cats had the same thing happen. Both times with paper bags. He made a huge mess of our room the first time it happened. It’s years later and if he’s doing something he shouldn’t be, I crinkle a plastic bag softly and he runs away.
My cat routinely jumps from a table onto my hot tub lid.
One day he did it while the tub was open and we were in it. Realized his mistake way too late and tried to stop on the edge, but went face first into the water
