Whats the funniest thing your dog has ever done?

Question

I have dozens of stories (we have had quite a few dogs over the years) .

One of the best one has to be when our Australian Shepherd, Mick, was down at the goat pin with us. We temporarily had 2 pigs in there, and they had made a mud pit. Well, it was well over 90 degrees and as I was cleaning out the goats water trough, I heard a muted splash. I looked over at Mick, and instead of seeing a blue merle staring at me, I saw a black mud ball with a blue eye and a brown eye grinning at me from the mud pit. I started laughing and didn't stop until I got up to the house to tell my parents what happened.

And to those of you that are concerned, I sprayed him off outside, then took him inside for a good bath.

One of our other dogs, Emma, would always give the pigs a lot of h**l. Well, one day, Emma wasn't paying attention to the black sow that we had, and I looked over just in time to see E get T-boned and ran over and through the mud pit. I swear I heard that pig laugh when she walked away.

Answer 1

TP'd the house.

I was doing a quick check on my email then suddenly noticed that the house was far too quiet.  I went into the family room and discovered that my 18 week old had grabbed the end of the TP and was in process of carting the whole thing round and round the room, around coffee tables, lamps, etc.  The entire roll was used.  All this in a matter of minutes!  

Fortunately, I had the gate to the stairs closed, so he didn't manage to bring it upstairs as well!  

Answer 2

my dog has a sooky blanket everytime we let him out of the kennel he gras t and runs with it

Answer 3

We used to have a Boxer puppy. We bought her a foam rubber bed which was at the top of the stairs. She pulled the bed to the top of the stairs and got on it, and rode it all the way down to the bottom of the stairs. We also had a bulldog that was laying on the stairs, and the Boxer rode right over her.

And another time we started hearing the piano playing notes. When I went to investigate, that same bulldog was on the keyboard walking around all over the place

Answer 4

My old dog oliver did a rollie pollie down a hill lol and my staffie walked into a door  

Answer 5

My Yorkie Licks Doors. He will sit there l*****g away whining, sometimes playfully growling. He licks and licks until the whole door is wet and there is slobber and spit bubbles dripping from his face. He enjoys it so much that no amount of coaxing will stop him. No treats no toys no bones. Sometimes he licks fast and aggressive like he is attacking the door. Other times it's soft and meticulous. I was told it was an OCD kind of thing, but it makes everyone laugh when they come over.

Answer 6

I don't actually have a dog of my own at the moment because I'm going to college, and they don't exactly allow dogs in the dorms, and I really miss having the company of a canine companion, but over the summer, in between semesters, I lived with my grandparents, who have a chocolate Labrador, in Richmond, Mo.

I got home from work one evening, feeling kind of lonely and wishing I actually knew people my age from around Richmond so I'd have someone to hang out with. But seeing as I didn't, I settled for my the lab, Hershey.

We went for a walk. The two of us were making our way around the block, it was about 9 o'clock, so fairly dark but light enough to see outside. A large, fluffy yellow cat was meandering down the ditch in our direction, and when he spotted us, he flattened himself out in the ditch, and lay there, hoping Hershey wouldn't see him.

I hoped Hershey wouldn't see him either. He's not huge, as Labs go; he's kind of lanky, but he's big enough, and since he's a hunting dog who LOVES his job as a duck retriever, he's nothing but muscle, and he goes about his job as he goes about anything and everything: rather exhuberantly. He's seen several cats hanging around my grandparents house, and if at all possible, he will chase them and then try to eat them. He could easily dislocate my arm if he lunged against his leash too hard, and I feared that if he saw the cat, being the testosterone-charged predator he is, he'd charge in and try to kill it, or at least chase it. So I'm sure you can imagine my surprise at how events unfolded.



Hershey caught the cat's scent when we were about eight feet away, and a few feet closer he spotted it and stopped dead in his tracks. His hackles went up, his tail went between his legs and he stood stiffly, with his feet planted in one spot, stretching his neck out as far as it would go, sniffing in the direction of the cat. Curiosity finally got the better of him and he inched closer, still moving his head in circles trying to smell this strange, furry creature lying in front of him.

The cat started growling and Hershey quickly backed up and pressed against the front of my legs, still wildly sniffing towards the cat. Again, he inched forward, sniffing, muscles tense, ready to retreat if the terrifying beast tried to eat him. When he was about a foot away, the cat suddenly arched his back, and Hershey bolted in the opposite direction, circled around and hid behind me. He peeked around my legs, again began sniffing, and then painstakingly approached the cat one last time. This time, he stopped about two feet away, and craned his head as far forward as he could get it (I almost thought he was going to tip over forwards that's how far he was leaning) and gave several quick sniffs at the cat. Which spit and smacked at his nose.



Until that night, I've never heard a dog scream. I didn't even know they were capable of doing so, until Hershey let out a shriek, turned and slammed into my left leg (I heard it pop rather loudly as I went airborne and somersaulted over the terrified dog) before continuing his retreat. The cat, by now, had had enough and was running hard across the yard to some bushes, while Hershey lunged at the end of his leash in the opposite direction, trying to get as far away from that evil, dog-eating monster as he could.

I finally managed to compose myself and crawl painfully to my feet, but it was a while before I could see because I was laughing so hard that I had tears streaming down my cheeks.



My only guess is that he wasn't quite sure what the cat was, since it had flattened itself out and looked like a small carpet with teeth and claws, and on top of that, we approached it from upwind, which means our scent was being carried to the cat so Hershey couldn't really smell it.

This event completely destroyed my theory that Hershey would protect me from any would-be rapists or muggers. But it definitely gave me a well-needed laugh!