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The forum members have shared some funniest moments they have had with their
dogs. Have YOU any more to share? - Send them to John
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(If you are easily offended please don't read)
While walking the dog one afternoon, my Mum noticed that our mutt seemed to be having a little difficulty passing a strange looking stool. On closer inspection, we both decided that it was in actual fact a small length of one of my mothers tights, and in a fit of generosity, she placed a firm foot on the piece of material that was dragging along
the ground. My task was to then walk the dog along the road, thus pulling the offending article out of its arse. Neither of us realised that I would have to walk the dog for a good 10 metres however, and when it finally popped out, the second leg headed back towards mum like a rocket, smacking her square in the mouth and giving her an impressive streak of shit right across her face!
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I thought I'd share this with you as it's been making me chuckle ever since I heard it. One of my fellow dog walkers decided to reveal to the rest of us her most embarrassing moment. She and her colleagues at work were discussing their favourite smells. My friend (who loves engaging mouth before brain) revealed that she liked the smell
of dogs' balls. As soon as she came out with it everybody went silent and gave her shocked
looks. No amount of explaining that she really meant the rubbery smell of toy balls raised so much as a smile, they obviously didn't believe her. I can just imagine it because even we doggy people were a bit taken aback until she explained what she really meant. I don't think I can beat that one.
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It would be hard to find just one but the incident that always tickles my
funny bone was when Tess
(a Scottie) and The Rocket (Golden Retriever) were locked in the master bedroom one Christmas Eve
so my mom and I could finish wrapping presents and baking in peace. Tess and The
Rocket are best buddies and cohorts in crime. They were about 2yrs. at the
time.
We had put them into the bedroom (not in crates) and the house was quiet
at last. Tess was no longer chasing the cats, who were chasing each
other up and down the tree. Rocket was not stealing any more presents from under the
tree and bringing them to visitors. I had college kids with a lot of friends
who visited us on Christmas Eve. Peace at last!
It was so quiet that after an hour I looked in on my pups and what did I
see?? A SNOWSTORM inside the
bedroom, and sitting in the midst of it were Tess and The Rocket obviously very
pleased with themselves- smiling and butts wagging- but both dogs were
white too. My 72" down pillow was no more.
Amidst gales of laughter mom and I cleaned up the huge mess - trying to do it before hubby came home- five vacuum bags later the dogs and the
bedroom were restored to normal! We were literally ROFL!
Beryl and the k9s (Chicago Area, IL USA)
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This story goes back to my teenage years when we had Rocky, a GSD. My father was a baker and a very serious man. Mom and I had just cooked
dinner and plated the food.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Rocky sneak a pork chop off my dad's plate. I yelled and mom rescued the chop before
a bite was taken- just
then dad came into the kitchen and mom hurriedly put the chop back on the plate. I fell apart in a fit of giggles.
Poor Dad, he never knew what we were laughing about so uproariously. Mom did trade
chops with him though!
Beryl and the k9's (Chicago Area, IL USA)
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I used to have a Shetland Sheep dog called Polly who loved to jump -
into window sills, over walls, you name it, she'd jump it. One day we
were walking along the beach path which had a fence between the path
and the beach with rubbish bins at intervals along the fence.. Polly ran
along jumping over the fence and back, over and back, when suddenly she miscalculated it and landed upside down in the bin with just two little
legs sticking out of the top waving in the air. It was so funny. Fortunately, she
had a soft landing and was none the worse for
wear - I will not go into the contents of
the bin(!!) . However, she never jumped that fence again. Audrey
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Tonka is a resident dog where I work. He's an Old Farm Collie and a
wonderful companion. He was picked up as a young pup at a local
yard sale and was already named. It suits him to a tee; he's a play
thing. I've watched him massage the cats with his teeth and although he desperately
wants to get a hold of the rabbits that frequent the gardens, I
suspect he'd play with them the same way.
I used to take Blue to work with me often. Blue loved Tonka. The
games they played in the yard were typical dog play. except that Tonka is
a lot
bigger and could run faster than Blue when I first brought her with me to
work; so it was fun to watch them play, especially dog tag. Tonka would run
in big circles or sometimes figure eights. Blue would
try to keep up. This evolved into Blue grabbing with her teeth every time
she'd get close enough which wasn't often at the beginning of the friendship.
The game had a lot of vocals as well. But only when the distance between the
two was close or closing. The funniest moment was the one time Blue managed to actually grab
Tonka as he made an inside turn. Blue latched on with a firm grip to the
fluffy tip of Tonka's tail at the same moment Tonka made his turn. The speed
of the bigger dog and the momentum of the turn took Blue totally off the ground.
Tonka did not stop running.
Have you ever seen jumpers with their colorful 'shutes coming in to
land?
Their legs spread, heels down to spring their landing. Shutes
billowing above and behind them. Sometimes the wind plays with these jumpers
and they twist and turn instead of an easy straight landing. That day little "jumper"
Blue had a flying ride and a
rolled landing. Sweet memories.
When she got old enough to be the chasee, she always ran with
her tail curled down & under, especially when Tonka got close.
Rox
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Thought I would share a story about Mr. Buddy. When he was about 2
years old and Bubba was 4 years, they often went with me to work. At
that time I worked with adults with mental health needs. We
went to visit a particular client who had been severely depressed.
We were outside with the dogs and she took hold of Buddy's lead. He
pulled her in the air and she landed flat on her face, breaking her glasses
and receiving some bruises. We went to hospital and after she was
done she was in the best mood saying it was not Buddy's fault but his
owner. To make a long story short, in a few days she had 2 huge
black eyes but was getting out, laughing and telling everyone about
the whole incident. She looked liked a raccoon. I forgot to mention that after Buddy pulled her to the
ground he got sick to his stomach. Bubba just sat back and watched the whole
thing which occurred in the parking lot of an apartment complex. I am
sure we provided many of the tenants with entertainment that day.
Carol, Mr. Buddy and Cora
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I think the amusing time would be a snack time between my dog and my mother's
God-son. The boy was about 3/4 years old at the time. My mother had made
him a bowl of pop-corn and then left the kitchen for a bit. When she and I
returned there, we saw him sitting on the floor, next to Top (my dog),
and the bowl between them. The kid would grab some pop-corn on his side and
then Top would take a bite on his side. It was so sweet to see them eat
together, both so happy.
Another second-hand story (it was my mother who saw this), but which I still
find hilarious is very similar. There was a boy, about 5
years-old sitting on the edge of a side-walk eating an ice-cream, and a dog
sitting in front of him. The boy would take a lick, hand it over to the dog, the
dog would take his lick. The boy would lick the ice-cream again and the dog
would lick in turn.
Carla
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After reading the ice cream story I had to throw this one in the ring. Owen, my
first dog, and I were at the beach. He was 5 months old and very
cute. He figured out that if he limped I would check him over and sometimes
carry him..... So..... There we are walking down the seawall...
his nibs limping behind me looking sad and pitiful and occasionally making little
crying
noises. A woman stopped me and asked if the "sad little black puppy"
was mine. When I confirmed she asked if I knew that he was limping. I
confirmed
that I knew. She then started in on me for being so cruel.... I
told her to
watch.. A little boy on a tricycle came by, peanut butter and jelly sandwich in hand...
as he passes the walking stomach.... the limp clears up and off goes Owen,
drooling out one side of his mouth. The woman stops talking with a quite
" oh". # seconds later ...here comes Owen, chasing his
buddy the border
collie... you get the idea. Her last line after a lovely apology that I told her wasn't necessary
and it was at that instant that I realized I had named him wrong. He
wasn't an Owen, He was a Hamish .... Ham for short!
Joey and the Tribe
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We have a 12 year old Springer Spaniel named Sam. When we got him we didn't have any children but wanted to teach him not to take anything
food wise without permission as we both wanted future kids to be safe and not
to be knocked over for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or anything else.
We came up with the word "Okay", nice word, easy to remember and quick
to say, we had really thought this one through.
Now in the fullness of time the dog is full grown, tipping the scales
at 65 pounds of pure muscle and has mastered the command of
"Okay". It was after a wonderful dinner, Ed
and I were having dessert, a piece of Swiss chocolate cake with fudge
frosting. I was sitting in my rocking recliner and Ed was on the couch, we were having pleasant after
dinner talk. Sam was being ever the gentleman, sitting very nicely, and not begging, just
watching the fork cut the cake and the cake disappear into my mouth. Well
Ed asked me a question and without even thinking I answered
"Okay". Before I knew it I had 65 pounds of extremely happy dog in
my lap eating my cake and loving every minute of it. While across the room sat my hubby laughing so
hard he almost dropped his plate on the floor. All he could see were my legs
in the air and Sam's rear and he could hear the sounds of cake being scoofed. The force with which Sam
landed on me sent my chair backward. It was a sight. And we could not be
mad at Sam he did just as we had taught him, he waited for someone to
say "Okay".
Jacque M deWaalMiller
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When Gwen (the BC) was a pup we taught her to pee and poop on command.
The best command she have ever learnt. The word is 'Off you go!'
Just like Jacque, I was talking to my hubby after dinner, relaxed with some
coffee and Gwen kept dropping her ball into my lap. Without thinking I gave her
the hand signal that the game was over and said 'Off you go'. She looked at me in disbelieve, I still didn't think anything of it,
until she sat down and peed on the floor. We looked at each other and tried
not to laugh too hard so it would scare her and she wouldn't pee on command
again, but my tummy hurt from laughing.
Tink
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My story goes back to Ben's early days at a training class where we all
got embarrassed and anxious when our dogs failed to get the exercises
exactly right (which was most of the time).
You were supposed to be firm with your dog and squidge him into
position, with a yank on the chain and a pinched expression on your face. No
nonsense.
Well, luckily, Ben was cleverer than the rest of us put together, and quickly
realised that if he ran round the back of me and pushed his
little smiling face forward through my legs, we would all fall about giggling
and the atmosphere would be lightened.
It was only a little thing, but memorable because it taught me the
biggest lesson of my whole dogging life: if you can keep the back end of your
dog wagging, you've got a much better chance of getting the front end to
learn
Jenny
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