Dog Stories

[2BNTV]

I was wondering if any members would like to share a story of something
their dog does that really amuses them.

My son's dog was the only dog I knew who could be asleep under the bed and if a pizza was brought into the house, he would be the first one at the table barking for a piece of crust. He loved pizza crust.

A lovable dog that was a character. :)

[Bill-n-Brillo]

This goes back to the dog my family had when my sister and I were growing up. He had one really odd habit: He wouldn't 'play catch' with any toy........just with a rock! And I'm not talking a small pebble or anything - I'm talking like 2+" diameter rock!! :22yikes: Of course, you wouldn't want to throw it up 10 feet in the air or anything. But if you'd toss it a few feet up in the air, he'd catch it and bring it back to you. My mom used to get so upset with my dad and I for doing that with him! If you hid those rocks and refused to toss the pooch one when he wanted to play, he'd go out into the school yard behind our house, dig another rock up, and bring it to you. It sounded like he broke all his teeth when he'd catch one! Never had a problem, though.

Bill :)

[duffysmom]

We like it cold at night so our Duffy likes to sleep under a down comforter.:cold:

Since he's losing his sight and hearing he's now responding to hand signals.

When I was a kid my family and friends could always find me since my faithful
dog would always sit patiently outside whatever door I was behind.:smiley:

PS He still can see better than he can hear.

[gmcneill]

Thank you for posting this thread, 2BNTV.

Our furry daughter recently passed...I look forward to reading the posts that will result.


That said, this thread is so in Fumar's wheelhouse. I don't know what to expect but I hope he doesn't disappoint.

[Figmo Bohica]

I have an Austrialian Cattle Dog, she looks like a small German Shepherd. She like to sleep on the couch, on her back with both front legs straight in the air. She loves to chase rabbits at our old place, but never caught one. As soon as they turned left or right, she went straight a head. She thinks she is tough, as one evening with a herd of deer in the front yard she want to chase them off. The does and a small buck took off, but the king of the herd just started walking away from the house very slowly. She took off, barking and was going to teach that deer a thing or two. When he turned lowered that beautiful rack and took a step towards her, she put on the brakes, turned at full speed and came running back. She looked at me with a look that said, "You should have told me, it was going to eat me." She never chased deer again. Tilda is my dog and goes almost everywhere with me.

[BobandSandy]

Thank you got posting this thread, 2BNTV.

Our furry daughter recently passed...I look forward to reading the posts that will result.


That said, this thread is so in Fumar's wheelhouse. I don't what to expect but I hope he doesn't disappoint.

Please let smoking dogs lie

[TednRobin]

My husband has made a hunting dog out of Merlin, our 17lb Yorkie. If Merlin wants to go hunting he won't leave the house unless my husband takes the shotgun.

[TednRobin]

My husband has made a hunting dog out of Merlin, our 17lb Yorkie. If Merlin wants to go hunting he won't leave the house unless my husband takes the shotgun.

This may be a problem in TV. lol.

[gmcneill]

Please let smoking dogs lie

:doh:
Very clever and funny!

[ladydoc]

UMMM> Tilda is also MY dog. I want to tell you about Tombstone, our cat. We got him when he was about 6 weeks old at the Humane Society. He was named that by them because he was found up a tree in the cemetary. He grew up to be almost 18 pounds...he is huge. Not fat, just huge. When he jumps into your lap..you know it. He has always been just a good old cat. We brought him here in his kennel, which he loved and cried to get into every night at exactly 5:30 pm. He did not cry once on the trip. He meowed a little, but mostly just slept with his lambie that he has had his whole life.
Once we got here, he became a dog. He sits by the dinner table waiting for scraps like the dogs. If he does not get them fast enough, he will stretch out and try to get something off your plate. (I told you he was big.) He will pat my lap just to make sure I know he is there. He will jump onto a chair and stare at you if you do not give him something. He sits and waits with the dogs for a doggie cookie when we hand them out. NONE of these behaviors occurred until we moved here. He is also addicted to what I call kitty crack. It is dried bonita tuna flakes and heaven help you if you forget to give him some before you go to bed. He will complain all night!

[Uptown Girl]

My husband has made a hunting dog out of Merlin, our 17lb Yorkie. If Merlin wants to go hunting he won't leave the house unless my husband takes the shotgun.

LOVE THAT!

I taught our Dalmatian to ring the back door bell when he wanted to come in from our yard. He was too polite to bark for my attention and would end up waiting outside the door forever. (Those were the days when I had an active toddler.) The neighbors got a kick out of seeing 'Manchas' ringing the doorbell, then sit politely until I let him in.

[ajbrown]

We have several dogs in our life. One of my favorite dogs was ….

<hang on………………ok, had to put Caly outside my office as I think she reads my posts on TOTV looking for her name>…………………

One of my favorite dogs was Casey. Casey sure looked like a lab, but had no documentation to prove it and one of my stories involves her being my golf practice partner. Way back when I would practice golf. I would go out to a school or empty fields and hit 70 – 100 yard shots. Like Caly, Casey would go everywhere with me and would tag along. If you have ever hit golf balls in a field, hitting is much more fun than fetching. Casey like most labs was an avid tennis ball chaser, I would hit a tennis ball with a tennis racket, as she got near the ball I would hit another one and she would get both and then return. As she was coming back and then waiting patiently for the next tennis ball, I would hit a few golf shots Eventually she would tire, laying down and pant like only a dog can; shaking every fiber of her body, breathing like we were on top of Everest. (Yes she had water).

One time when she was laying down, I was picking up golf balls and hit one back towards her. It landed within ten yards of where she lay and she hears it land. She gets up, picks the golf ball up and brings it back to where she was laying. As a dog owner I have often taken credit for “training” a dog to do something after I had seen them do it naturally. So that day I trained Casey to pick up my golf balls.

We would get to the field, she would run around and play and then I would take her out to a distance I wanted to work on, lay her down and tell her to wait. I would walk back to my “tee” and start hitting left and right of her (she was never hit). She could not see the balls coming from 80 yards but she would hear them land. Up she would get, go get the ball and bring back to her spot. When I was done, sometime 75 balls) I had a single pile of golf balls to pick up, albeit some may be slight marred and all had slobber.

She has been gone for years, but just typing this reminds me how much I miss her. I better go hug Caly :D

[walkr]

When we were first married we had a Golden Retriever named Sasha. We moved to a Chicago suburb with a nice big yard for Sasha, and spent $900 (a lot of money at the time) to have the yard fenced. We both worked downtown so we drove to the train station and then took the train downtown. We took the same train home every day which meant we got home at the same time every day. Unbeknownst to us, as soon as we left in the morning, Sasha would climb the fence and sit on our front porch all day. Just before it was time for us to come home, she would climb back over the fence and into her nice fenced backyard.

We would never have known except that our next-door neighbor, who was a stay-at-home mom with two small children, watched Sasha do this every day, and she finally told us what was going on.

All the neighbors thought it was a riot that we had spent all that money on that fence and she had outsmarted us.

Sasha moved twice with us, was a great companion for us and all our kids who came later, and lived to be 12 years old. She has been gone for many years but I have tears in my eyes as I write this.

[ladydoc]

I miss every dog we have had...each was so unique and such a blessing. The pain of losing them is the price we pay to have had the honor and pleasure of their company and love for so many years.

[Barefoot]

I miss every dog we have had...each was so unique and such a blessing. The pain of losing them is the price we pay to have had the honor and pleasure of their company and love for so many years.

I love each and everyone of these stories. I smiled as I was reading them. Dogs have always been my passion. Please keep sharing your stories. Like LadyDoc, I miss every one of the ten unique dogs that have honored me by sharing their lives with me.

[runnermi]

This is going back many, many years. Poor old Duke passed over the rainbow bridge something like 30 years ago.

My dad was on an egg salad sandwich kick and was working afternoons.

Mom made him a couple of lovely egg salad sandwiches which she left on the kitchen counter. Duke came along and stole one. That was bad enough but then he decided he didn't like it. I thought my mother was going to kill him. And he was my mom's dog. She was so mad at that poor dog and he knew it. I had to drag him back into the house. He approached her with his tail between his legs. Of course she couldn't stay mad at him and started laughing.

Poor old Duke. He was the dog that I conned my dad into getting when I was 5. :D