What's the strangest thing your dog's ever done?
Not gross--everyone knows that dogs do gross stuff; they're dogs.
Just strange.
As an example, shortly after we got our Jack Russell terrier she was in the back yard barking hysterically. Not just loudly and unceasingly, but hysterically, as if something were seriously upsetting her. I saw her by the window, and she would jump forward, bark at something on the ground, jump back, bark some more, and so on and so on. I couldn't see what was upsetting her, so I went outside and looked over the fence, expecting to find a snake or a lizard or something similar. I came back in the house laughing and my wife asked what was so funny.
She was barking at a rock. Nothing under it, nothing near it, just a rock! About the size of a softball. They used to drive her nuts! When the kids needed some amusement they would find the right-sized rock and set it on the porch; she would go crazy.
She's outgrown it now, thank goodness.
Just strange.
As an example, shortly after we got our Jack Russell terrier she was in the back yard barking hysterically. Not just loudly and unceasingly, but hysterically, as if something were seriously upsetting her. I saw her by the window, and she would jump forward, bark at something on the ground, jump back, bark some more, and so on and so on. I couldn't see what was upsetting her, so I went outside and looked over the fence, expecting to find a snake or a lizard or something similar. I came back in the house laughing and my wife asked what was so funny.
She was barking at a rock. Nothing under it, nothing near it, just a rock! About the size of a softball. They used to drive her nuts! When the kids needed some amusement they would find the right-sized rock and set it on the porch; she would go crazy.
She's outgrown it now, thank goodness.
I once had a dog that was a complete wuss. He's a doberman, who now lives with my brother in Vegas. First of all, during nights, that damn dog just wouldn't stop barking, and even the neighbors across the street were complaining. He would run like the biggest wussy I have ever seen whenever I'd get mad, but was really funny when he did! (his name is Pujo, by the way). One time I brought my dog over to my cousin's place, where Pujo's brother is with, named Boxster (My cousin and his family name their dogs after expensive cars). Pujo would attack Boxster at times, but Boxster didn't mind. And whenever they get into something serious, I'd have to stop them, and when I appear in front of Pujo, he runs to the very back of the yard like a loser! Haha I always thought that was funny
it wasn't my dog, but...
i saw this one dog, not sure which kind, but pretty big...
it saw me, started grawling, all angry and stuff,
then barked furiously-
then, right in the middle of its barking process,
it... yawned...
like, a person yelling at another person then yawn right in the middle of it...
"look what you did! you dropped my (yawn) chaweeelll bhooooooowne awneeend bbwwit broke! what are you gonna do?" like that.
then, it turned around, walked away from me.
what the hey?
i saw this one dog, not sure which kind, but pretty big...
it saw me, started grawling, all angry and stuff,
then barked furiously-
then, right in the middle of its barking process,
it... yawned...
like, a person yelling at another person then yawn right in the middle of it...
"look what you did! you dropped my (yawn) chaweeelll bhooooooowne awneeend bbwwit broke! what are you gonna do?" like that.
then, it turned around, walked away from me.
what the hey?
I have a Shepard/lab cross kinda thing and 2 cats. The cats play fight all the time. The dog hates this and immediately goes to break it up. She'll go between them and nose one or the other away and growls. Except for this, the dog really doesn't like the cats and growls whenever one gets too close. The cats think the growling is like purring and will come even closer and snuggle up. The dogs just looks perplexed and goes away.
I have a Mini Doxie that eats his toys (still a puppy). Not chews, but eats. Eats the rubber ones, plastic ones, and the cloth ones with the squeaky things, eats the stuffing, then eats the toy. It's pretty funny watching him, chew chew chew, hard swallow, hack hack hack, chew more. His crap comes out blue, green, red, yellow, so I can always tell what toy he's been eating.
I posted this at Christmastime. We have two teacup poodles, Milo (boy) and PJ (girl). I wrap several stuffed animal-type dog toys for each (really about a dozen each) and put them under the Christmas tree. Milo knows exactly which ones are dog toys and proceeds to find and open all of them in nothing flat, leaving a mess of sghredded paper all over the floor. I put them under much larger presents, but he still finds every one of them. He never opens anything but dog toys. I rewrap them and try to hide them better. We try to watch him and keep him away from the tree, but he finds a window and opens them all again. This cycle is repeated several times.










