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Title: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Irishkitty on March 01, 2012, 11:11:15 AM
This is Little Kit
(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n526/irishkitty1/IMG_0737.jpg)
as you can see she likes to explore :D
(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n526/irishkitty1/IMGP1671.jpg)

You might note from the first photo that she has a magnet on her collar which allows her and only her access through her catflap. This way no smelly-silly-boy-cats can come in and steal her food.

Well, shortly after we installed the new cat flap our very nice neighbours (VNN) had a party, they told us it would be loud, go on late, and that we were more than welcome to join them and of course if we were bothered to let them know.

The next day in wanders Lil Kit with beer bottle tops stuck to her collar  ???
DH's first words were "what cruel person would stick those to her collar!?". It took a few moments for us to realise that as an avid explorer she had been sniffing around the VNNs garden after the party, but before they cleaned up, and they just stuck to the magnet 

The VNNs were mortified when we told them, but saw the funny side. (We thought it was hilarious)

Since then she's had nails, bolts, paperclips, staples and one time a spoon attached  ::)

What cute stories (and pictures  ;D) of your pets do you have?

Oh, the top picture is of her getting neck scritchies from DH after eating part of a Brazil nut because she had to have what DH was having  ::)
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Thipu1 on March 01, 2012, 12:00:24 PM
I have a story that goes back about 45 years. 

We had a beagle named Murphy.  Every Christmas he would receive a pet stocking with doggy treats and toys.  Murphy loved his toys but there was one he never seemed to like.  It was a green plastic suitcase.  Perhaps it had an odd scent or he found the shape boring.  Other toys were taken out on a regular basis but that one always remained in the box beside his bed -- until one day.

We were in the TV room discussing a family vacation trip.  Murphy was happily playing on the floor with a favorite toy.  All of a sudden he got up and walked out.  In a few moments he returned with the green suitcase. 

We always wondered if he knew what we were discussing. 
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Irishkitty on March 01, 2012, 04:31:47 PM
Lol! Love it :)
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Christabeldreams on March 01, 2012, 04:40:31 PM
I remember once when I was younger, I was very upset about something, so I hugged my big fuzzy cat while he was sitting on the dining room table. I sort of expected him to squirm away, but he sat very patiently, purring and letting me cry into his fur.  :) He's such a lovable fuzzball.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: WhiteTigerCub on March 01, 2012, 04:46:39 PM
I had a shelf at the bottom of my enterainment center that was full of books all standing up. My Henry kitty (R.I.P.) was young and running amok around my apartment when he made a beeline for the shelf, took a paw to one of the books causing it to come out from the rest of the books and settle on the floor in front of it. When I went to see what book had been pulled out from amoungst all my text books and romance novels, the title read "How to Live with a Neurotic Cat."

(http://i709.photobucket.com/albums/ww98/mm25075/cats/10.jpg)
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Irishkitty on March 02, 2012, 04:28:18 AM
I had a shelf at the bottom of my enterainment center that was full of books all standing up. My Henry kitty (R.I.P.) was young and running amok around my apartment when he made a beeline for the shelf, took a paw to one of the books causing it to come out from the rest of the books and settle on the floor in front of it. When I went to see what book had been pulled out from amoungst all my text books and romance novels, the title read "How to Live with a Neurotic Cat."

(http://i709.photobucket.com/albums/ww98/mm25075/cats/10.jpg)

He is just gorgeous!
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: diesel_darlin on March 04, 2012, 03:28:00 PM
We had a big fluffy kitty named Chester when I was growing up. He passed at the ripe old age of 15. Chester was the sweetest cat ever. You could pick him up, sling him over your shoulder, scratch his back, and he would be a kitty puddle. He had really big paws, so when he kneaded your back, it felt really good!

We think Chester had quite a bit of Maine Coon in him. We never knew who his mom and dad were, because he appeared as a kitten on my Grandmas back porch. Of course she just haaaaaaaaaaaaad to keep him. (sis and I were awfully persuasive ;D) Chester was huge! And very poofy!

Well one day, Chester was sprawled out in my PawPaws chair. I went over to pet him, and I announced to him that I thought he was 98% hair, and 2% pusscat. Chester promptly reared his head back, and bit me square on the hand! That was the first and last time he ever bit anyone! I think I hurt his kitty feelings!  ;D
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: SamiHami on March 04, 2012, 08:20:55 PM
Casper and Spooky are two unrelated kitties that my parents adopted from the SPCA when I was 11 or 12. They happened to share a cage and they couldn't bear to leave one behind, so they both came home with them.

Casper happened to be a very smart cat. Spooky...well...not so much. Honestly, as much as we all loved him, he was just about the dumbest cat I've ever seen. One day Spooky was just bugging the heck out of Casper. He wanted to play, Casper didn't, and Spooky wasn't taking no for an answer.

Mom got home from grocery shopping and as usual, tossed one of the paper shopping bags on the floor for the kitties to play with. Spooky immediately leaped into the bag. Casper casually strolled over and laid across the opening, effectively trapping Spooky. Dumdum apparently couldn't figure out that he could have easily clawed his way out of the bag-he kept trying to burrow out the opening, but Casper wasn't moving.

Mom & I looked at each other and agreed that we weren't getting in the middle of their issue and went about our business.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: SamiHami on March 04, 2012, 08:28:54 PM
Okay, one more.

I have a cat named Sammy. When we first got him, of course it took time for us to get to know each other, etc. After a few weeks it was clear that we were going to be a happy family.

I knew that he genuinely loved me was when I came home from work sick one day. He became so excited that I came home-during the day!-to be with him that he raced around the room, bouncing off the furniture squeaking (he doesn't meow-he squeaks), fur puffed out and purring like a maniac. He even came and slept on the bed with me, which at that time he never did. I felt so loved... :)
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: diesel_darlin on March 04, 2012, 10:34:25 PM
LOL! Poor Casper! ;D

Awww Sammy is a good kitty :)

My Bubba isnt a very loving kitty. Hes a grouch, basically. One day I came home from work sick with a stomach bug. That darn cat laid on my belly for two days until he was certain that I was going to live. I loved the sentiment, but it sure was difficult dealing with a stomach bug, and a kitty on my belly!  :P
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Nikko-chan on March 04, 2012, 11:17:33 PM
My dearly departed Ginger-kitty was a funny one. At one point in her life, she decided that 'Mommy must be protected from the Evil Things. I will protect her!' (what the evil things were I do not know) and in order to do so, she lay at the foot of my bed every night, purring away, with her face towards the door, so she could see whomever came into my room.

Another story. This takes place when Gingy-girl was just a few years old, and she was very skittish at the time. I had just gotten back from the hospital after having a seizure, and I was so tired I didn't want to walk all the way into the back of the apartment to my room, so mom helped me to the couch, and lay on the floor next to the couch in case I would need something during the night. Ginger, being the sweet kitty that she was, sensed something not right about this arrangement and promptly leapt up upon the couch and lay at my feet. I reached down to pet her and to my amazement, she did not move. She lay there the whole night with me.

And this third one... oh I should be cast into the great big firey place for laughing at this but... well, my Ginger was a great big fluffy cat and we would give her a yearly bath. Oh by the pitiful yowling coming from her mouth one would think we were killing her! She would scramble up try to find purchase, fail, and start the process all over again. After doing that she would stand there, being held into place by me while mom sudsed her up, and she would howl. And then we drenched her in water to rinse her and *Snicker* She looked like a drowned rat. Afterwards she would sulk off to lick herself clean and give us that 'How dare you get me wet!!' look.    :D
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Outdoor Girl on March 05, 2012, 11:12:44 AM
We had a black cat (Blackie) that was a real hunter.  We had to bath him twice in his lifetime, that I remember.  Once when he was sprayed by a skunk and once when he had intestinal issues, likely due to some critter he ate.  It was late fall and we had a fire going in the fireplace.  Mom had bathed him in the laundry sink, wrapped him in a towel and brought him upstairs, putting him on the fireplace hearth in front of the fire.  He sat there for an hour, grooming all his fur back into place.

This same cat had a fascination with the warm clothes in the dryer.  Mom was forever fighting him to keep him out of the dryer, off the clean clothes.  One day, he jumped in after all the clothes were out.  So Mom closed the door, let the drum go around once and opened it again.  He took off like a shot and never bothered her while she was doing laundry again.

He was incredibly smart; he was trained not to roam the house, just the basement, kitchen and family room and outside.  Every once in a while, he'd go upstairs to the bedrooms but he usually yowled to let you know he got passed you.  If you couldn't find him, you'd just run the electric can opener and he'd be *right there* (days before pull tabs on the canned catfood).

The next cat (Tuffy) we got wasn't so smart.  We couldn't train him not to run the house.  But Mom twitched his nose with the fly swatter one day and he was afraid of it after that.  All she had to do is put it down on the floor in the hall and he wouldn't go over it, effectively keeping him from roaming.  We stepped over a fly swatter, lying on the floor for *years*.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: wonderfullyanonymous on March 05, 2012, 06:10:44 PM
This happened today, actually, and I missed it because I was at work.

I have 3 "whole" boys, and 4 "whole" girls and because of this, they are kept seperate from each other. Right now I have a couple of girls in heat which is driving the boys crazy. 

Today, DF heard Havoc talking nearby. This is not unusual for Havoc, he is a talker. DF looked to talk back, and saw that Havoc had crawled onto the back of Duke, who is our Great Dane. He had his paws wrapped around Dukes neck and was playing scrabble with Dukes head. Duke was not amused.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Nikko-chan on March 07, 2012, 07:11:12 PM
*wipes tears away* Okay now that is funny.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Julia Mercer on March 07, 2012, 07:15:40 PM
I have one for ya, my FSIL told me today, that her 8 week old kitten Empress is so attached to mama that when Judy (FSIL) was in the kitchen washing dishes, Empress snuck up on her and started climbing up her clothes to perch on her shoulder to be by her. Just the visual made me melt, as Empress is the sweetest little girl you could ever see!
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: JennJenn68 on March 07, 2012, 07:20:50 PM
I'm not sure if this should go in the "Cute Pet Stories" thread... or if I should be starting a whole new "Twisted Pet Stories" thread.

My elder cat, Clawdius, is almost sixteen years old.  That's fairly advanced in cat years, in my experience.  I still, however, cannot ever be anywhere near my boy if I am not wearing a shirt or something to cover the top part of me.  No, not even out of the shower--I have to grab for a robe.  The reason?  The poor little lad must have been taken from his mother too young--if he sees anything resembling a mammary gland, he will attempt to latch on.  Yes, even now.  He will leap onto the bathroom counter to do so.  It's mind-boggling.

Really, Claw, isn't it time that you got over that little fixation of yours?  I'm not naturally a cover-up sort of person, but you've made me one over the past sixteen years!!
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: otterwoman on March 07, 2012, 07:30:09 PM
We had a Siamese, Tina (a boy, we found out after he got used to the name), when I was younger. Due to my mother being very allergic, Tina was given to my aunt. Tina went on to live to the old age of 18 with my aunt. A few months before he died, a couple of friends and I were visiting my aunt. The first night, Tina was making the rounds, getting into everyones laps for pets and loving. As he was walking across the end table to get to the next lap, he sat down and meowed loudly at us. We paused in the conversation and all looked at him. He then reached over and swatted a framed photo of my grandma off the table. Grandma never liked cats. Tina must have known that. We busted up laughing.

I still miss that old cat.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: wonderfullyanonymous on March 09, 2012, 06:03:29 PM
I had forgotten about this until just now, even though it happens several times during the weekend when my son is here.

Havoc Kitty's father was a very feral cat, and I think Havoc may have some of that bred into him. For some reason, he is absolutely terrified of my son. When my son comes for his weekly visit, Havoc, will come running over to me, talking, and I have to pick him up so DS can give him the pets he wants from DS.

DS will take him from me, and he will stop purring, and hiss at him. If I take him back, he starts purring and enjoying pets again.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: greencat on March 25, 2012, 04:00:25 AM
My avatar of Basement Cat has taken to sleeping on top of my dog's crate - only when my dog is in it though.  It's a trick to make sure she is in position to escape when I let the dog out, but it's an incredibly CUTE trick.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Luci on March 25, 2012, 08:09:24 AM
Old Dog couldn't go up steps anymore. He was on a diet and liked to eat quickly. Young Dog liked to eat a bit and finish her dinner later, so she would take her full bowl upstairs to save it. She rarely spilled any kibble on the way up. Old Dog has passed away so the habit is no more.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Mental Magpie on April 02, 2012, 01:49:39 AM
First is Skeletor, my half Border Collie half Rottweiler (who now lives with my mom).  Not only is he an amazing spooner (he has the softest neck fur in which to bury your face as you fall asleep).  I got him from the humane society with my ex boyfriend just a couple of months before my dad died.  When I would cry about my dad he would climb up in my lap, all 80lbs of him, and protect me from whatever was making me cry.  He would lay across my lap, or nudge me in the corner where I was huddled, and would all but force me to hug him to cry it out.  As I emerged from my cloud of naivety and blindness, Skeletor and I banded together.  We hated ex, Skeletor and I (despite me still being with him), and I noticed a pattern emerging: Skeletor tended to only destroy things that belonged to ex, or the things that belonged to both of us but that ex used more.  Then, THEN, one day, ex ordered a brand new pair of shoes and did everything he could to hide them from Skeletor just in case the pooch decided he wanted a chew toy.  I laughed (and admittedly cried a little) when I discovered just how smart Skeletor was: he not only managed to open the lidded hamper, but knocked it over and pulled out all of the dirty clothes only to find his reward at the bottom: ex's brand new shoes.  Yeah, there was no way ex could wear them, but I hugged Skeletor and fed him treats all day.  He was on my side and was my best friend.


Then there is Banshee, the subject of my icon (she was yawning and it was adorable).  Banshee sleeps in the bathtub.  That's it, that's the cute story: we constantly find her snoozing in the bath tub, completely stretched out or even on her back.
Evidence:
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v609/hiverfleur/1333348563.jpg)

She also has a habit of "flea nibbling" my fingertips when she is nervous (read: lots of new people are around).  Our friends she knows?  No big deal, other people she doesn't? Find mom and nibble on her fingertips/nails.  I secretly love it, especially when I take my hands away and she does everything she can to find them to keep nibbling.  She'll eventually give up, but until then, I smile on the inside.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: greencat on April 02, 2012, 02:00:25 AM
It somehow seems like such a dog thing to do, to chew on someone ELSE's fingernails when you're nervous...

My giant labrador?  Picked up a fear of thunderstorms from my ex's small dog.  Picked up the habit of cowering underneath furniture in response to the fear.  Did not shrink down to small dog's size in order to be physically able to cower under said furniture.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Mental Magpie on April 02, 2012, 02:08:20 AM
It somehow seems like such a dog thing to do, to chew on someone ELSE's fingernails when you're nervous...

My giant labrador?  Picked up a fear of thunderstorms from my ex's small dog.  Picked up the habit of cowering underneath furniture in response to the fear.  Did not shrink down to small dog's size in order to be physically able to cower under said furniture.

Haha, I never thought of it that way!

Of course not, your lab thinks he's a lapdog!  I know all of my giant dogs think they are, not that I ever encouraged it in one way or another...
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Amava on April 02, 2012, 03:12:12 AM
It somehow seems like such a dog thing to do, to chew on someone ELSE's fingernails when you're nervous...

My giant labrador?  Picked up a fear of thunderstorms from my ex's small dog.  Picked up the habit of cowering underneath furniture in response to the fear.  Did not shrink down to small dog's size in order to be physically able to cower under said furniture.

Haha, I never thought of it that way!

Of course not, your lab thinks he's a lapdog!  I know all of my giant dogs think they are, not that I ever encouraged it in one way or another...

Ah yes. I have a lap-rador too.  ;D
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Layla Miller on April 02, 2012, 11:00:03 AM
A few weeks ago DH and I watched Disney's The Fox and the Hound, and noticed that our cat was sitting in front of the TV during the scene where the lady leaves Tod in the forest in the rain.  He was intent on the screen, unmoving and ears back.  We joked that he was mad at the lady for leaving Tod and identifying with the poor fox, but DH noticed that the next day the cat was unusually well-behaved and quiet.  After that, our joke was that he was thinking, "Is that a thing?  Do people do that?  If I'd known that was an option, I'd have done things differently!  Oh, no!  I'll be good!  I promise!"

This may have been augmented by the fact that our cat is an indoor-only cat in an area where most cats are outdoor-only.  Perhaps he theorized that all of those cats he sees through the window were once dropped off in the forest in a rainstorm and now must fend for themselves!

The whole thing was short-lived, but there are days we're tempted to put that scene back on as a reminder.  ;)

Disclaimer: Believe me, we would never ever abandon our cat!  We only joke about it because he doesn't understand English.  :)
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Valentines Mommy on April 02, 2012, 02:00:13 PM
I threaten to turn my dog pack (five counts as a pack) into throw rugs on a regular basis. They don't take me seriously.

We aren't hoarders, just puppy foster parents.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Seraphia on April 02, 2012, 03:54:00 PM
My BFF was adopted by a pregnant kitty a couple of months ago. Quite literally, she opened the front door, and Mama Cat walked in, sat down at the cat dish in the kitchen, and made herself at home. She's very sweet - probably isn't far out of kittenhood herself, but she's a big lovey. BFF made her a little den under an end table and Mama settled in, snuggling BFF every time she came out. She loved to be held, but she would fart if you picked her up too fast. (Bleah!)

Well, Mama had her kittens a couple weeks ago. Four eensy-beansy grey-black babies: Inky, Blinky, Pinky and Clyde. Squee! I got to hold them a little bit, but Mama is very protective. Now, she'll only snuggle you if all four kittens are safely in the den. If they're out, she's on watch, and every squeak they make she has to poke her head into your hand to make sure they aren't being smooshed, and when you put them back she has to sniff them all over, just in case. It's heart-meltingly sweet to watch.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Outdoor Girl on April 02, 2012, 03:59:42 PM
Love the names!
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: ShanghaiJill on April 02, 2012, 07:54:47 PM
First is Skeletor, my half Border Collie half Rottweiler (who now lives with my mom).  Not only is he an amazing spooner (he has the softest neck fur in which to bury your face as you fall asleep).  I got him from the humane society with my ex boyfriend just a couple of months before my dad died.  When I would cry about my dad he would climb up in my lap, all 80lbs of him, and protect me from whatever was making me cry.  He would lay across my lap, or nudge me in the corner where I was huddled, and would all but force me to hug him to cry it out.  As I emerged from my cloud of naivety and blindness, Skeletor and I banded together.  We hated ex, Skeletor and I (despite me still being with him), and I noticed a pattern emerging: Skeletor tended to only destroy things that belonged to ex, or the things that belonged to both of us but that ex used more.  Then, THEN, one day, ex ordered a brand new pair of shoes and did everything he could to hide them from Skeletor just in case the pooch decided he wanted a chew toy.  I laughed (and admittedly cried a little) when I discovered just how smart Skeletor was: he not only managed to open the lidded hamper, but knocked it over and pulled out all of the dirty clothes only to find his reward at the bottom: ex's brand new shoes.  Yeah, there was no way ex could wear them, but I hugged Skeletor and fed him treats all day.  He was on my side and was my best friend.


Then there is Banshee, the subject of my icon (she was yawning and it was adorable).  Banshee sleeps in the bathtub.  That's it, that's the cute story: we constantly find her snoozing in the bath tub, completely stretched out or even on her back.
Evidence:
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v609/hiverfleur/1333348563.jpg)

She also has a habit of "flea nibbling" my fingertips when she is nervous (read: lots of new people are around).  Our friends she knows?  No big deal, other people she doesn't? Find mom and nibble on her fingertips/nails.  I secretly love it, especially when I take my hands away and she does everything she can to find them to keep nibbling.  She'll eventually give up, but until then, I smile on the inside.

Our late kitty used to love lying in the cast iron bathtub on a hot day.   When we moved to a house with a fiberglass one, she switched to the cool basement floor.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Mental Magpie on April 02, 2012, 08:30:41 PM

Our late kitty used to love lying in the cast iron bathtub on a hot day.   When we moved to a house with a fiberglass one, she switched to the cool basement floor.

Her other favorite place to lay is on the tile in front of the door.  Her brother, however, will full place his body over the AC vent and hog it.  I've moved him before only to find his face fur (which was on the vent) is extremely cold to the touch.  Then I call him a hog and thank him for sharing.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Thipu1 on April 03, 2012, 08:45:34 AM
Susie was the first dog we ever had.  She was a sweet little thing but had one quirk we could never explain. 

Our house was two stories high and we didn't want Susie to go upstairs when there was no human there, so we bought a folding gate.  We needn't have done so.  By sheer accident, we discovered that Susie would not go anywhere near the stairs if there was a glove lying there. 

Susie was a rescue dog we got when she was about a year old.  That might have had something to do with the aversion but we never really knew.   
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Elisabunny on April 04, 2012, 05:05:13 PM
We used to have a black Pomeranian named Terry.  Sweetest dog ever.

He loved to rip up paper.  But, he'd ask permission first.  He'd trot up with newspaper or magazine in his mouth, and look up hopefully.  We'd check it and either thank him for bringing it and apologizing that he couldn't have it, or say, "Sure, Terry, go ahead."  Then he would proceed to rip with great glee, leaving a long trail of paper bits.  He had such fun!
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Outdoor Girl on April 04, 2012, 08:36:10 PM
A friend of mine made some catnip toys for me.  She used some fabric scraps, stuffed a little polyfil and some catnip inside.

I gave one to each of my cats last night.  Sassy loved hers and was slobbering all over it.  Peggy gave hers a sniff, laid on it with a look on her face like, 'That's nice.  I might play with it later.  If I feel like it.'
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: greencat on April 04, 2012, 10:22:21 PM
I have to keep my catnip in my refrigerator - otherwise, no matter where I put it, the cats smell it and will destroy everything to try and get to it. 
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Irishkitty on April 05, 2012, 05:41:40 AM
A friend of ours has three cats. She also has one of those laser pens. Hours of fun for the two younger ones who chase the red dot around the house. The older one we reckon just plain cannot see it. He sits there with a slightly bewildered look while the other two jump up walls and run into things.

We had so much fun playing with them that we bought one to bring home for Jessie.

It started off good, it got her attention, she did the butt-wiggle. But then, not even two minutes in she glanced back and it was like "Oh, I see. You are controlling the red dot with that pen. I will not be manipulated by my servants. Carry on with your other duties. I shall commence grooming momentarily." And that was the end of that. She could not be tempted.

Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Thipu1 on April 05, 2012, 09:30:53 AM
When I was a kid, my Mom had a friend with a sweet, little Boston Terrier.  The dog had been trained to 'go on the newspapers' when it couldn't be taken outside. 

In the 1950s, it was a standard thing to wash the kitchen floor on an afternoon. To keep the floor clean while it dried, old newspapers were put on the floor.  This posed a real problem for the Boston Terrier.  Because there were papers on the floor, the poor creature felt compelled to 'christen' each and every paper.  By dinner time, the poor thing was exhausted.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Snooks on April 09, 2012, 03:02:40 PM
My old cat had lots of joint problems and was very scared when he first came to us as a kitten.  Over the years he warmed to us by never so much that he would sit on our laps but he used to sit next to us and lean on us as if to say "I do like you but this is the best I can do".
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: wolfie on April 09, 2012, 08:30:31 PM
A friend of ours has three cats. She also has one of those laser pens. Hours of fun for the two younger ones who chase the red dot around the house. The older one we reckon just plain cannot see it. He sits there with a slightly bewildered look while the other two jump up walls and run into things.

Theo used to watch the other cats and then look at me with this "you know that is just a bit of light and not an actual toy, right?" look on his face. The other cats loved running after it but they seem to understand it comes from the object in my hands - I just need to pick it up and they come running.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Reader on April 10, 2012, 08:54:31 AM
My cat Delilah loves the laser pointer.  My friend ended up adopting her litter mate Joey at the same time I got her.  My friend had a chair that sat in a corner.  We had hours of fun running the light up the chair and then up the wall just to see Joey jump at in on the wall and then fall down the gap between the chair and corner.  Without fail he would repeat this maneuver each and every time.  We were able to do this only once to Delilah.  After that first fall behind the chair any time we tried it on her again, only to have her stop on the top of the chair and turn to look at us as if saying "like I'm falling for that again". 
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: readingchick on April 10, 2012, 01:12:30 PM
My parents had a Siberian Husky who loved to play escape artist. She'd do the rounds of the neighborhood and mooch food from whoever she could find. Oddly enough, the neighbors loved her!
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: blue2000 on April 10, 2012, 01:51:34 PM
My cat Mikey has developed a new quirk - or new training for me?

He loves it when I dangle a ribbon or a piece of fabric for him, most often when I'm cooking dinner and I have a minute to spare. He has my full attention then, which he loves. For once I'm not looking at the TV or the computer when I'm petting him!

He has somehow realised that I'm most likely to walk back to the kitchen after he has caught it and he is chewing on it. He now refuses to hold onto it - he will catch it and then let it go right away, and turn up the cuteness to eleventy in the hope that I'll continue. I guess watching me flip the ribbon around and make funny noises is better than playing with it by himself.

And yes, I'm a total sucker for this. I find it hard to resist such a cute face.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Lillie82 on April 13, 2012, 05:39:35 PM
There are certain dogs in our neighborhood that our dog loves to play with.

He knows where they live. On a walk, he'll usually hesitate or even sit in front of one of their houses.

Once, he was sitting with my brother, watching a baseball game. A neighbor, who is the "mom" of one of our dog's friends, called about arranging a "play date." I think my mom had her speakerphone on. When our dog heard the name, and the voice, he rushed to the window, probably thinking his dog friend was there.

He always sat up and paid attention to a flea product commercial that said something like, "Dogs aren't just pets, they're part of the family."

Our state and an adjoining state are big college sports rivals. I didn't see this, but my brother swears the dog wagged his tail for the school my brother cheers for (when it was shown on TV) and barked as soon as the other one came on.

And check out the second letter:
http://www.uexpress.com/dearabby/?uc_full_date=20071121

Not my pets, but I thought it was hilarious and was looking for somewhere on this site it would be appropriate.

Does anyone else think Mitzy's "human mom," has been unsuccessfully making a play for Adonis' "human dad"?
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: wonderfullyanonymous on June 03, 2012, 08:14:47 PM
This is not my cat, however, the video is very funny.

Watch the video twice, the first time through, turn your sound off, and just watch the video. The second time through, turn you sound up. It's definitely worth watching this way.

http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=829_1338681596
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: purplemuse on June 22, 2012, 03:09:35 PM
So I accidentally booby-trapped the gerbil cage a while back...

It's a two-level arrangement, with a ramp between levels. I put some toilet paper tubes in the cage for them to play with, but didn't realize that one of the tubes was right at the top of the ramp. I was watching the gerbils play, when Hero crawled into the precariously placed tube. He was doing all right, until he passed the halfway point, when he overbalanced, and the tube slid down the ramp with his little ger-butt sticking out the top.

Once he hit the bottom, he popped right out and was perfectly fine. There's a reason he's the one who got the name "Hero."
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Lady Snowdon on June 23, 2012, 09:12:48 AM
I have several cute pet stories! 

Our current dog, Smokey, likes it when we have time to give him our full attention (naturally!).  Usually in the mornings, I have about 5-10 minutes where I'm just sitting on the bed, drying my hair, and not really doing much.  Smokes likes to demand attention during that time.  He's figured out that when I stand up, attention time is over for the rest of the morning.  So now, he lies on the bed in such a way that my legs/towel are trapped underneath him.  When I tell him "Come on, get up", he'll instead flip onto his back and beg for tummy rubs!  Anything to get more attention!  I've almost been late leaving the house several times due to this, but I just can't say no to my adorable dog begging for attention!

My grandparents have a beautiful Great Pyrenees named Lady.  She's usually a very sweet dog who loves all visitors to the house.  About 4 years ago or so, my grandfather got very sick and was in the hospital quite a bit.  When he came home, Lady got very protective of him, but we didn't realize just how protective.  My DH and I went over there to visit around Christmas, and Lady was very happy to see me (she's known me since she was a puppy, after all) and was equally not happy to see my DH.  She started growling at him!  I tried to calm her down, telling her it was okay, he's with me, he's a friend, but she kept growling.  All of a sudden, my grandfather hollers out "Lady, you b*tch!  Stop that and behave!"  >:D  Lady looked very abashed at having to be yelled at, and let DH past her to go say hi.  My grandfather looked at both of us and said, "Well, she is, so it's not like it's an insult or anything!".  I was almost laughing too hard to hug him!  Since then, Lady's nickname has become, "Lady, you b*tch!". 

When I was growing up, my dad had a purebred Samoyed named Nikki.  After we moved into the house we lived in now, we discovered a slight problem.  The big 90 lb blinding white dog was somehow managing to disappear out of our backyard.  We'd let him out, and when we went to let him back in, we couldn't find him.  The backyard is just one big rectangle, so we should have been able to see him no matter where he was.  One day, as I was calling for Nikki, I happened to go over to the edge of the deck and look over the railing to see if he was in the shade.  I saw a pair of white paws sticking out from *under* the deck, and watched as he pulled himself out from under the deck, flat on his belly.  He looked pretty silly, but appeared to be okay and happy.  After he got out from the deck, I went over and peered under there.  He had a nice little depression all scratched out.  We didn't have AC at the time, so it was his way of keeping himself cool in the summer.  Not to be outdone, my big black dog Rody found another way under the deck, under the stairs, to create his own cool depression.  They both loved to be under there, curled up in the cool dirt.  My parents have had several dogs in the years since Rody and Nikki died, and not one of them has shown any desire to crawl under the deck like those two did. 

Last story, speaking of decks.  When we first got Smokey, four years ago, we invited one of DH's friends over with his dog so the dogs could play together.  Zach has a pug named Molly.  Smokey and Molly had a great time playing in our yard, running up and down the yard, until Molly discovered the our deck was high enough off the ground that she could run underneath it.  Smokey, being a lab/hound mix, is not small enough to fit under the deck.  Cue Molly running around under the deck, while Smokey mimicked her route on top of the deck, and all of the adults stood around laughing hysterically! 
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Lillie82 on June 25, 2012, 10:08:30 PM
"Lady, you b*tch!"

I think, except in dog breeding and/or showing circles, this word gets used mostly in its slang sense. So when someone finally uses it about an actual female dog, it sounds funny.

And more so when pet people manage to combine the two meanings, as I think Lady  Snowdon's grandfather was doing: an actual female dog, but she's being mean, aggressive, and such. My former supervisor used to say that her female basset  (:o), who ruled over the other dogs in the house, could be "a real b*tch."

And another dog rescue person I know said that five of his dogs got into a fight, and "four were bit - I mean females."
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Sirius on June 25, 2012, 10:12:37 PM
When my sister was 10 and showing her female sheltie at shows, she could say "bit**" at shows but nowhere else.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Venus193 on June 25, 2012, 10:41:06 PM
During the hot weather last week Figaro decided to sleep in the bathtub:

(http://i756.photobucket.com/albums/xx204/Venus193/Cat%20Pictures/FigaroinBathtub.jpg)

One morning I heard him batting something around in the tub and guess what it was..... my razor!
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: RooRoo on July 18, 2012, 08:18:30 PM
Hey, I got a million of them! (I just turned 60, and have had dogs and/or cats since I was 6, plus 11 years of teaching obedience classes & competing)

About being a b*tch... My pampered Miniature Bull Terrier, Gracie, taught me how the word crossed over from the dog world to the rest of us. She will sit in my lap, look up at me all smoosh-faced (I love you Mom, I love you Mom). According to DH, when one of the other dogs walks by, she'll turn towards them, making sure I can't see her face, and bare her teeth - then turn back and be all smoosh-faced again. What a "Female Dog"! (I let the filter have it this time!)

***
Jackson was a street tomcat that I befriended, fed, and eventually adopted about 20 years ago. I knew his time would be short, as he tested positive for feline leukemia. He seemed perfectly happy as an indoor-only cat, sometimes looking out the windows, but usually just hanging out near me and avoiding my kitty-loving dog Tamino.

After I'd had him around two years, he expressed a desire to go out. It was the middle of the winter in New England, with about a foot and a half of snow in the yard. I gathered him in my arms and stepped out on the porch.

He craned his neck and looked all around. Then he looked at my face, and tucked his face into my chest. "I remember all that - let's go back inside now."

***
A few weeks later, he was heading for the lovely dog bed my mother bought Tamino. (They were used to each other by now; Tamino tactfully left Jackson alone, and Jackson was getting over his street-bred fear.)  Tamino was curled up in it, which meant Jackson would go for my pillow - 2nd best - instead. This time, Jackson stopped, looked at Tamino, shrugged his shoulders, and joined him. The rest of his too-short life, they would curl up together in the L.L. Bean comfy bed.

***
Another language story... The other cat I had at that time was unremarkable except for being remarkably stupid. She'd sit in "her" chair, and every time Tamino walked by, she'd reach out her paw and stick her claws into his back. How catty!

***
She eventually died. So, Jackson went away in the carrier and never came back, and then she did the same thing. (You know, that final trip to the vet's. *snif*) Tamino got very depressed. I worried about him - he wasn't a young dog at that point.

One of the supervisors at work had a cat that had had kittens, so I adopted two of them. I got them their first shots on the way home. Tamino was in bliss, and they adapted to him just fine! All was happy. You should have seen them - one large dog playing very carefully with two tiny hellions kitties!  Then it was time for their second set of shots.

I put them in the carrier and headed for the door. Remember what happened with kitties and carriers before? Tamino wouldn't let me leave! He got between me and the door, crying and sobbing. (Yes, dogs can sob.) I got on my knees, petted him and loved on him, and promised him I was going to bring them back. Still worried, he got out of my way.

When the three of us got home, it was party time! I swear, if it wasn't for that pesky gravity, Mr. T would have been walking on the ceiling.

I'd love to tell y'all about our trip from Connecticut to Colorado, but you've already gotten 5 stories. Your turns!
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: blue2000 on July 18, 2012, 08:33:46 PM
I've mentioned before that my cat Pris is a lap addict. If I'm sitting or lying down she wants to sit on me. The other day I was sitting on the bed and she came up to me. I leaned over on my side, and she walked around me with such a look of consternation on her face, trying to figure out how to sit in a lap that was sideways! I nearly busted a gut laughing.

And then of course she gave me that LOOK because she knew I was laughing at her. :P
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: greencat on July 18, 2012, 10:54:12 PM
My 75 pound dog has been running away from the little tiny kitten (size: whole body fits in my hand) when it displays any kind of aggression towards him.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Nikko-chan on July 18, 2012, 11:02:45 PM
My 75 pound dog has been running away from the little tiny kitten (size: whole body fits in my hand) when it displays any kind of aggression towards him.

*Snerk* Okay now that is funny. Maybe you could capture a video of this sometime?
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Venus193 on July 19, 2012, 07:22:31 AM
That's as funny as the one someone posted a while back about the cat who beats up the flatulent dog.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: shadowfox79 on July 19, 2012, 10:10:38 AM
My aunt has two fairly old cats - Florence, who is 18, and Tom, who is 14.

Florence recently went blind, much to the annoyance of Tom, who couldn't work out why she wasn't acting as she had. However, he eventually worked it out, because he started leading Florence everywhere she wanted to go. Florence would nuzzle her face into his shoulder and then he would either walk her to the food bowl or, when they were outside, walk her round the garden doing their daily purrimeter check.

Bless him.  :)
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Luci on July 19, 2012, 11:18:40 AM
My aunt has two fairly old cats - Florence, was is 18, and Tom, who is 14.

Florence recently went blind, much to the annoyance of Tom, who couldn't work out why she wasn't acting as she had. However, he eventually worked it out, because he started leading Florence everywhere she wanted to go. Florence would nuzzle her face into his shoulder and then he would either walk her to the food bowl or, when they were outside, walk her round the garden doing their daily purrimeter check.

Bless him.  :)

OK. I'm tearing up! What a sweet story.

When I hear/read things like this, I think that often other animals are more compassionate, empathetic, understanding, and tolerant than many people I know.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Mental Magpie on July 19, 2012, 12:36:45 PM
If you haven't seen any of my other posts, I'll recap a little: Banshee and Colossus are Big Dogs (~100lbs a piece and ~2.5ft at the shoulder).

Colossus is a complete and utter hambone; sometimes we call him Monsieur Jambon.  At the vet's office a while back, it was almost as if he was excited to get his shots and his temperature taken.  He pranced around, nudged at the vet and vet tech for pets, held his tail up and curled, and basically was just happy there were more people around to pay attention to him.

The entire time he was getting this done, Banshee had her face buried in my crotch.  I know that sounds dirty, but I was sitting on a small couch they had in the exam room and it was the best place she could find to hide from the Tormentors.  It was her hole in the sand; if she couldn't see it, it wasn't happening.  Dark Boyfriend made some comment about having to fight her if she kept that up, but the worst came when it was her turn.

Dark Boyfriend had to physically restrain Colossus because the stupid dog was still trying to get pets from the vet and vet tech.  Meanwhile, I was trying to push Banshee away from me and over to the other side of the room.  Futile.  As the vet approached, Banshee unburied her head long enough to catch a glimpse of the Tormentors coming towards her before she dove her head into my armpit, half climbing up into my lap to do so.

After we were done laughing at this huge dog half in my lap, half in my armpit, legs on the ground, we all decided it was just best if she stayed there, so I pet her and soothed her with one hand and offered a hole in the sand with my other.  So far, she has done something similar at every vet visit, and I still laugh like a loon when she does.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Outdoor Girl on July 19, 2012, 12:45:41 PM
I took my two cats to the vet for an annual check up.  Peggy, the snuggle bug, was first, purred for the vet while he pet her to make her comfortable, let him do whatever he needed to, took her shot and climbed back into the carrier when done.

Sassy, on the other hand, was, well, sassy.  The vet was trying to check her teeth when she hissed at him.  He laughed, thanked her for the good look and went to the other side, where she did the same thing again.  But she was somewhat reluctant to go back into the carrier.  Weirdo...
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: gramma dishes on July 19, 2012, 02:01:31 PM


***
A few weeks later, he was heading for the lovely dog bed my mother bought Tamino. (They were used to each other by now; Tamino tactfully left Jackson alone, and Jackson was getting over his street-bred fear.)  Tamino was curled up in it, which meant Jackson would go for my pillow - 2nd best - instead. This time, Jackson stopped, looked at Tamino, shrugged his shoulders, and joined him. The rest of his too-short life, they would curl up together in the L.L. Bean comfy bed.

***


 :'(
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: magicdomino on July 19, 2012, 04:38:42 PM
We had so much fun playing with them that we bought one to bring home for Jessie.

It started off good, it got her attention, she did the butt-wiggle. But then, not even two minutes in she glanced back and it was like "Oh, I see. You are controlling the red dot with that pen. I will not be manipulated by my servants. Carry on with your other duties. I shall commence grooming momentarily." And that was the end of that. She could not be tempted.

That happened with Domino, except he gave me a deeply suspicious stare, as if the laser pointer was going to turn into a laser gun or light saber at any moment.  I had to turn off the pointer and walk away before he went back to his business.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: greencat on July 21, 2012, 02:24:26 AM
My brother bought my mother a cat toy for Christmas this year.  My parents have a LOT of cats, so automating laser-toy-time was a good idea.  It was something like this: http://www.petflow.com/product/lucky-litter/frolicat-dart-automatic-rotating-laser-pet-toy-?utm_source=shopping&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=1 (http://www.petflow.com/product/lucky-litter/frolicat-dart-automatic-rotating-laser-pet-toy-?utm_source=shopping&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=1)  Kind of looked like an alien dropped off their pet toy, but I digress.  A couple of the cats looked at the thing and ran away from it.  A couple of them chased the light around like they're supposed to.  A few of them looked at the light, then looked up at the toy, walked to it and sniffed it, and then looked at the humans like "What?  You think we're going to chase that?  You're supposed to entertain us!"
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: greencat on July 21, 2012, 04:41:26 AM
I just got robbed.  My glasses got stolen while I was sleeping.  Fortunately, I was able to recover them from underneath my kitten's bed!
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: emwithme on July 21, 2012, 04:46:02 PM
If you wake up in the middle of the night while you're catsitting, because you *think* you can hear your keys being jingled, don't just turn over and go back to sleep.

In the morning you will have to interrogate three cats as to what *exactly* they were doing with your keys - and more to the point - where they've hidden them*

*answer: Playing, and in the cat box under the furry blanket.  Of course. 
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: kitkatswing on July 25, 2012, 12:23:39 AM
My husband currently has a very bad ear infection and has temporarily (we hope!!) lost all hearing in that ear. He cant hear that great out of the other one at the moment either...

He was in his computer room doing whatever it is he does and Maui (our Jack Russell) ran out of the room barking... He came back about 2 minutes later and barked LOUDLY at my husband, who dismissed him, thinking he wanted to play...

It was only when Maui grabbed his sleeve and pulled him that he decided to follow him, low and behold our neighbour was at the back door (we always use our back door, never the front, we love this neighbor too)!!!

So Maui is now my husbands "hearing" dog :) It was just so cute and so smart... No wonder I love that dog :)
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: EmmaJ. on July 27, 2012, 11:21:51 AM
My husband currently has a very bad ear infection and has temporarily (we hope!!) lost all hearing in that ear. He cant hear that great out of the other one at the moment either...

He was in his computer room doing whatever it is he does and Maui (our Jack Russell) ran out of the room barking... He came back about 2 minutes later and barked LOUDLY at my husband, who dismissed him, thinking he wanted to play...

It was only when Maui grabbed his sleeve and pulled him that he decided to follow him, low and behold our neighbour was at the back door (we always use our back door, never the front, we love this neighbor too)!!!

So Maui is now my husbands "hearing" dog :) It was just so cute and so smart... No wonder I love that dog :)
That is just awesome!!
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Jones on July 27, 2012, 12:49:45 PM
So I was driving back to work from lunch and I saw a house with the sprinklers on. My first thought was "Sprinkling in the middle of the day?? What are they on??" and my next thought was "Why are all those little rocks on the lawn...they're MOVING!"

Folks, there were at least 20 small ducks waddling, dancing, and grooming under those sprinklers. It was awesome and cute.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Outdoor Girl on July 27, 2012, 01:12:12 PM
So I was driving back to work from lunch and I saw a house with the sprinklers on. My first thought was "Sprinkling in the middle of the day?? What are they on??" and my next thought was "Why are all those little rocks on the lawn...they're MOVING!"

Folks, there were at least 20 small ducks waddling, dancing, and grooming under those sprinklers. It was awesome and cute.

I would have loved to see that!
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: magicdomino on July 27, 2012, 02:01:51 PM
So I was driving back to work from lunch and I saw a house with the sprinklers on. My first thought was "Sprinkling in the middle of the day?? What are they on??" and my next thought was "Why are all those little rocks on the lawn...they're MOVING!"

Folks, there were at least 20 small ducks waddling, dancing, and grooming under those sprinklers. It was awesome and cute.

Beats pink plastic flamingos by a mile.   :D
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Venus193 on July 27, 2012, 06:59:28 PM
So I was driving back to work from lunch and I saw a house with the sprinklers on. My first thought was "Sprinkling in the middle of the day?? What are they on??" and my next thought was "Why are all those little rocks on the lawn...they're MOVING!"

Folks, there were at least 20 small ducks waddling, dancing, and grooming under those sprinklers. It was awesome and cute.

Is there a video?
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Jones on July 27, 2012, 07:01:53 PM
So I was driving back to work from lunch and I saw a house with the sprinklers on. My first thought was "Sprinkling in the middle of the day?? What are they on??" and my next thought was "Why are all those little rocks on the lawn...they're MOVING!"

Folks, there were at least 20 small ducks waddling, dancing, and grooming under those sprinklers. It was awesome and cute.

Is there a video?

Sorry, no; since I was on my way to work I didn't stop to make a video, I was on a time constraint. I promise I'll drive by that house more often and hope to capture a similar moment in the future.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: LibraryLady on October 15, 2012, 04:13:46 PM
My husband left on Friday to go fishing with some friends.  Frank the cat has been searching for him (Frank is a girl). She has been warting me to death; sleeping with me at night, on the couch while watching the Yankee/Detroit games and yesterday while while we watched the Giants/STL game too.   Even while I was in the sewing room working on quilt blocks, she had to be stationed in the door to keep an eye on me. 

She gives such a pitiful meows too.

LL
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: EmmaJ. on October 15, 2012, 04:21:55 PM
My husband left on Friday to go fishing with some friends.  Frank the cat has been searching for him (Frank is a girl). She has been warting me to death; sleeping with me at night, on the couch while watching the Yankee/Detroit games and yesterday while while we watched the Giants/STL game too.   Even while I was in the sewing room working on quilt blocks, she had to be stationed in the door to keep an eye on me. 

She gives such a pitiful meows too.

LL

Autocorrect, I hope!   ;D

Poor Frank.  Too bad we can't make our pets understand it's only temporary.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: greencat on October 15, 2012, 04:49:46 PM
I think "warting" is a perfect expression for the way a cat clings - because it does feel like you've developed a cat-shaped tumor (a wart is, technically, a tumor)!
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Nikko-chan on October 15, 2012, 09:03:58 PM
My friend is fostering a kitten, who is about five weeks old now. She was up late one night, and apparently little Pumpkin was up all night with her! I came over the next day, and Pumpkin was literally on my face, gnawing on my glasses (he has tiny teeth, I am not too worried). His little head started to droop, and before I knew it he was asleep... on my face. I woke him up with my laughing.

I then grabbed him and let him perch upon my shoulder, where he was very content to fall asleep.

Today he fell asleep in my arms, held like a baby, while I rubbed his chest and belly to keep him asleep. Gah I love that little kitten!
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: greencat on October 15, 2012, 09:25:36 PM
There's nothing cuter than watching a teeny kitten pass out in the middle of doing something - I swear they're all narcoleptic.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Luci on October 15, 2012, 10:06:24 PM
Our adult dog did that once. She was trying to tell us that it was bedtime but we were talking. She finally just gave up, following our conversation turning from side to side while sitting, then Bam! She just fell over asleep.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Shea on October 28, 2012, 09:43:28 PM
When I was in high school, I sometimes taught at the children's horse camps at a stable near to my home in exchange for lessons from one of the resident instructors. The stable had a herd of lesson horses, which lived in a big field behind the main barn. They were mostly on the elderly side, and one of them, Patches, was the stalwart seen-it-all, done-it-all old gelding that most lesson stables keep around to teach the youngest kids to ride. He was gentle, tolerant, and completely bombproof.

However, ol' Patches had apparently been a stallion up until he was around six years old (goodness knows why, he wasn't anything particularly special in the way of conformation, talent or bloodlines, but I digress). If you geld a horse after a certain age, they'll often retain certain stud behaviors, even in the absence of a testosterone source. Now Patches had been separated from his testosterone sources at least 16 years prior, but somewhere in the dim recesses of his memory he knew he was supposed to be interested in mares. His way of expressing this interest was to maintain a small harem of mares, which he jealously guarded from the other geldings in the herd (none of whom could have possibly cared less), but seemed to have no idea what to do with them (which was probably a good thing. The mares were all old and would probably not have approved). You'd often see him in the field, hanging out with his girls, looking as though he knew he was missing something, but what? What was he forgetting?
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Gyburc on October 29, 2012, 06:50:12 AM
There's nothing cuter than watching a teeny kitten pass out in the middle of doing something - I swear they're all narcoleptic.

Ducklings and goslings do this too when they're very young. It's amazingly cute, especially when they fall asleep while you're holding them. Also, sometimes, their little heads just sink forwards as they drift off, and they end up sort of balancing on their beaks. Silly things!
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Sirius on November 07, 2012, 01:17:39 PM
There's nothing cuter than watching a teeny kitten pass out in the middle of doing something - I swear they're all narcoleptic.

Ducklings and goslings do this too when they're very young. It's amazingly cute, especially when they fall asleep while you're holding them. Also, sometimes, their little heads just sink forwards as they drift off, and they end up sort of balancing on their beaks. Silly things!

Years ago when I had just gotten my cat Molly, she was a tiny kitten.  She was sitting next to my big male cat on the couch (Robesie was amazingly gentle with kittens) and her head kept falling forward as she fought to stay awake.  Finally, after a couple of times of jerking her head back up, she decided it was nap time and snuggled up next to Robesie.  Seeing this big fluffy male cat with a tiny kitten curled up next to him was so cute, but I didn't think to get a picture. 

I also didn't think to get a picture of a later cat, Vega, who liked to sleep in my slippers when she was a kitten.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: mmswm on November 08, 2012, 06:44:20 PM
This is "Giant Dog".  He belongs to friends of mine (the friends I'm staying with right now).  Even though he weighs 100lbs, he thinks he's a teeny tiny puppy.  Here he is trying to get into my 13yo son's lap.

(http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn67/mmsw1/100_0757.jpg)

He's also got a penchant for marshmallows.  He can sniff out a bag of marshmallows from 500 feet away, and has been known to let himself into the house in order to steal a bag.  I think it's hysterical to watch him guard his stolen treasures like they were the hope diamond.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Mental Magpie on November 08, 2012, 07:23:06 PM
Mental Mom's golden does that! He doesn't always bring up his back paws, either, but will just stand over you.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: greencat on November 08, 2012, 08:38:56 PM
Aww!  That reminded me of what my dogs used to do (when my ex and I were still together, and I had dogs plural.)

Sometimes my ex would have out-of-town events for his hobby that meant he would be gone overnight.  When he did that, one of the dogs would sleep in the bed with me, and the other dog would sleep between the bed and the door.  When they heard something outside (usually, the neighbors - this was a cute thing, not a smart one!) the dog on the bed with me would stand on top of me and face the window, barking her head off, and the other dog would stand facing out the bedroom door, doing his own thunderous barking.  They were very very clearly trying to protect me.

Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: mmswm on November 10, 2012, 12:50:31 AM
Golden Retrievers are great.  I am totally in love with Lebron, aka "Giant Dog".  Speaking of Golden retrievers, here's a cute shot of a Golden on the other end of the size scale.  This is the most laid back puppy ever born. For whatever reason, he loves to be on his back.  We find him nursing while on his back, sleeping on his back, everything. He's going to grow up to demand constant tummy rubs.

(http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn67/mmsw1/100_0862.jpg)

(http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn67/mmsw1/100_0861.jpg)
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Delia DeLyons on November 20, 2012, 07:45:51 PM
I wish I had pictures to illustrate, but alas, it happened so quick...

I poured a glass of Cupcake Prosecco (bubbly) feeling festive on a Tuesday...

As my glass rested beside me, on the table-by-my-chair; Tortie, Lucy sat on the big, round, brown leather ottoman at my feet...

The bubbles rapidly rose against the sides of the wide round glass, and Lucy's eyes showed *so* much concern.

I reached for my glass...

I swear. Lucy's orange jaw dropped against its black, speckled background.

And as I broached my lip with the lip of the glass.. Her pupils *soared* to the very edges of the socket of her eyes.  Her head cocked at so *ever* a tilt...

"You... Are going... To drink... *them*?!?!?!?"

So.Very.Priceless.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: wonderfullyanonymous on January 07, 2013, 11:45:38 AM
I inherited a bunny, Lily, from a coworker who could no longer keep her. I just now caught her and one of the cats playing. She also likes playing with matchbox cars.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: JeseC on January 12, 2013, 08:20:17 PM
We have a classic cat case of "I want whatever you have."  Anything that you are eating, he wants a bite.  The funny thing is if he can get to it he doesn't care.  The funniest one was right after we'd gotten him.  My roommate (his owner) had left a stray piece of bacon out for if the cat wanted to nibble.  I had a bowl of vegan lentil soup.  Guess what the cat does?  Sniffs the bacon once, completely ignores it, and spends the ENTIRE meal time trying to get his head in so he can get a bite of my soup.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Jones on January 12, 2013, 08:31:53 PM
Three of Max's puppies have gone to their permanent homes. The final fourth (whom I want to keep if my brother comes home from Afghanistan and takes back his dog so we aren't over our limit) apparently thinks my head is the perfect replacement for her empty bed. I woke up to puppy snores during my nap today; if her nose hadn't been in my ear I wouldn't have heard her at all.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Mental Magpie on January 12, 2013, 09:34:34 PM
I have two 100+lb Akitas.  Best Friend has a 3 month old German Shorthaired Pointer.  Watching them play together is the cutest thing!  They are so gentle with her and play chase everywhere, and she loves it! 
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Venus193 on January 12, 2013, 10:27:57 PM
Carmen became very territorial about the kitchen when she arrived in November 2010.  This afternoon she tried to grab a sheet of crumpled paper to cover Figaro's bowl, which is in the living room.  He took exception to that and chased her.  What mischief makers they are.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: mmswm on January 12, 2013, 11:17:55 PM
Lucy came home from the vet today.  She weighs all of 6 pounds.  Baxter, my 120lb mastiff spent the entire day curled protectively around her, not letting anybody but me get near her.  I thought it was adorable.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: greencat on January 12, 2013, 11:20:43 PM
Moose (my half-grown kitten) decided that just sitting on the edge of the tub while I showered wasn't good enough anymore.  First, he tried to recapture me through the shower curtain - a curtain, which I might add, is already clear.  Although he had some initial successes grabbing my hand, I was able to elude his grasp.  Then he intentionally got into the tub at the far end, away from the water.  He lasted about ten seconds before he realized that he was still getting wet and jumped back out.

I'm surprised that the shower curtain hasn't gotten torn down (recently.)

Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Seraphia on January 15, 2013, 01:23:42 PM
I have two 100+lb Akitas.  Best Friend has a 3 month old German Shorthaired Pointer.  Watching them play together is the cutest thing!  They are so gentle with her and play chase everywhere, and she loves it!

D'awwww. Buddies!

My in-laws have a giant, 90 pound, smelly black lab. His best pal is the runt kitten we brought home, who weighs probably five and a half pounds. She sticks her head in his mouth like she's a lion tamer, and gives her (much bigger, but much scaredier) sister a smug look, as if to say: "See? You might be bigger, but *I* have a bodyguard!"
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Mental Magpie on January 15, 2013, 02:15:48 PM
I have two 100+lb Akitas.  Best Friend has a 3 month old German Shorthaired Pointer.  Watching them play together is the cutest thing!  They are so gentle with her and play chase everywhere, and she loves it!

D'awwww. Buddies!

My in-laws have a giant, 90 pound, smelly black lab. His best pal is the runt kitten we brought home, who weighs probably five and a half pounds. She sticks her head in his mouth like she's a lion tamer, and gives her (much bigger, but much scaredier) sister a smug look, as if to say: "See? You might be bigger, but *I* have a bodyguard!"

How cute!  I love seeing the giants with the itty bitties, it's so cute!
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Kimblee on January 15, 2013, 02:52:07 PM
I have two 100+lb Akitas.  Best Friend has a 3 month old German Shorthaired Pointer.  Watching them play together is the cutest thing!  They are so gentle with her and play chase everywhere, and she loves it!

D'awwww. Buddies!

My in-laws have a giant, 90 pound, smelly black lab. His best pal is the runt kitten we brought home, who weighs probably five and a half pounds. She sticks her head in his mouth like she's a lion tamer, and gives her (much bigger, but much scaredier) sister a smug look, as if to say: "See? You might be bigger, but *I* have a bodyguard!"

How cute!  I love seeing the giants with the itty bitties, it's so cute!

A friend of mine had Julian, the pit bull. He was a dog fight rescue (the fights got raided by police and my friend was driving by and saw a bloody dog limping down the highway, so he took him home.) Julian spent all of his "company" time (anytime there was anyone other than his person around) with a muzzle on because people told Friend that pits could "go crazy" and that Julian was a "time bomb" Julian endured his muzzle with dignity (and some degree of patheticness so we'd give him extra loves.) Julian was never allowed around other animals because the vet assured my friend that a former fighting dog would never co-exist and described the likely meetings in very gory terms.

One day, when the big guy was pretty old (7 years after coming to live with Friend) Friend let him into the backyard to use the faculities and Julian came in with something furry in his mouth. My friend ran over, thinking Julian had killed something and Julian dropped the furry thing in his food dish. It turned out to be an utterly starved, flea covered, eyes-gunked-shut  kitten. Which once Friend had washed, fed and treated, decided obviously the big MALE pit was her mommy. Julian did not disuade her of this and would walk around after the kitten, licking its hind quarters, allow kitten to crawl all over him, etc. Kitten could also eat out of Julian's bowl and the dog would stand around looking helpless, forgetting he outweighed the little guy by at least fifty pounds.

So for about a year and a half Kitten and Julian lived in harmony. Then, after Kitten had grown into a cat, one day Friend came down and found a new dog. A skinny, ugly scarred up "puppy" (half-grown or so) eating Juian's food. As Julian laid nearby with what Friend describes as a "Why does this keep happening?" look. Friend decided to foster the pup and find it a home, but told himself he couldn't keep it since Julian would turn on it eventually.

(WARNING: Its gonna get sad! If you stop now you can just enjoy the cuteness of an old dog and his buddies.)

We never found out if that was true, since for about four months all three animals lived happily, then one morning Friend woke up to Kitten yowling and Julian curled up, cold and stiff, in his bed. He kept the pup and named him Julian Junior, or J.J. for short.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: RebeccainGA on January 15, 2013, 03:18:41 PM
We've had pets for my whole life. I have a ton of stories.

My hamster, Hannah, was about two years old (pretty old in  hamster terms) when she escaped from her cage. I was about 7, living on the second floor of an apartment with my family, and heartbroken. 9 days later, our downstairs neighbor, who we were friendly with, came upstairs and told dad that 'something was in her walls' and asked if he'd try and get it out (didn't want a dead mouse or rat stinking up the place). Dad cuts a small piece of drywall out, and *ta-da!* there's Hannah! She drank forever, and ate, and lived another year and a half. She never tried to escape again.

My old cat Mary Alice was an endless source of stories. I had not had hamsters in years, but in my first apartment, after my guinea pig Caleb died, I wanted another critter but couldn't deal with another guinea pig yet. Enter Houdini, the hamster that couldn't be caged. No matter how 'escape proof' the cage was, he'd find the weakness. Every single time he'd escape, Mary Alice (who was an 8 year old, 18 pound cat with all her claws and teeth) would round him up like he was an errant sheep, nudge him towards where I was, and then meow to tell me he was out again. Houdini would just wait for me to pick him up, and I'd drop him back in his cage. He died of old age before I ever found a cage that could hold him, but Mary Alice would always make sure he was OK.

We had two large, outdoor dogs when I was first married - Rocky, and Tootsie. Rocky was an older dog when we got married, and DP and DD had found her when DD was only about 3 (so Rocky was about 8 when we got married). She was a very smart, sweet dog. Tootsie was a very sweet dog, too, but dumb as a bag of hair. She was a puppy born at the humane society that we adopted when DD was about 12. Rocky was her 'helper dog' until she passed. Rocky told Tootsie when it was time to go to sleep, when it was time to go potty, when it was time to scratch on the back door for dinner, when to hide under the shed to get out of the rain and when it was necessary to ask to come in because it was too cold. We thought it was because Tootsie has imprinted on Rocky as her 'mommy', since Tootsie was still less than six months old when we got her. Nope. When Rocky died, and DD adopted Sammy (a huge hound mix) who was half her age, Tootsie expected him to tell her when to do things, too. Sammy didn't get it, but tried. Tootsie eventually developed an inoperable cancer and had to be put to sleep, but up to the day we did, she still was expecting other dogs to tell her when to do things - a perfect mix of trust, sweet, and dumb. She is missed.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: greencat on January 16, 2013, 12:58:10 AM
I have two 100+lb Akitas.  Best Friend has a 3 month old German Shorthaired Pointer.  Watching them play together is the cutest thing!  They are so gentle with her and play chase everywhere, and she loves it!

D'awwww. Buddies!

My in-laws have a giant, 90 pound, smelly black lab. His best pal is the runt kitten we brought home, who weighs probably five and a half pounds. She sticks her head in his mouth like she's a lion tamer, and gives her (much bigger, but much scaredier) sister a smug look, as if to say: "See? You might be bigger, but *I* have a bodyguard!"

How cute!  I love seeing the giants with the itty bitties, it's so cute!

My Labrador is a gentle giant, though he emphatically did not enjoy having the various kittens he's lived with attempt to eat his tail. 

However, the other big dog my ex and I had together, which he got in the "divorce," loved playing with smaller animals.  She would lay down and allow the little ones to crawl all over her back, wrestle on/with her head, and chase her tail.  She did it with puppies she met at the dog park, the puppy that I fostered, and cats and kittens.  She even made nice with a rabbit she met at the vet's office when they were both in for non-illness-related visits.  My favorite was watching her play with my kitten, who I got when he was all of about five weeks old and no more than a pound - he was a little tiny handful.  He chewed her ears and sat on her head and chased her around the house (to clarify, I do mean that the cat chased the dog.  She never really got the opportunity to chase him, because he'd just attack her head instead of taking off running.)  When the kitten got older and stopped being playful and started being cuddly instead, the kitten would wind around her legs and roll over on his back so she could lick his belly :)  I did have to stop using her crate because of the cat - he took to sitting on top of it and batting at her ears and tail, which made her whine, apparently because she was separated from her buddy.  When I dog-sat for my ex while he went out of town, my now adult cat greeted her with more enthusiasm than he greets me when I come home. 
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: greencat on January 16, 2013, 01:06:30 AM
I remembered something funny that happened when I was getting ready to leave my house once. 

So, I had six cats and two dogs at the time, and a couple of the cats were predominantly black, as was one of the dogs, a half-grown Labrador puppy.  I had been going in and out of the house doing laundry, and I wanted to make sure all the cats were accounted for before I went out for the evening.  I sent the dogs to their crates, and started counting cats.  Five out of six were either visible or came out when they were called.  The sixth cat, one of the mostly black ones, was nowhere to be found.  I went outside and called for him.  He didn't come.  I went back inside and called for him - still nothing.  I popped a can of tuna, sure to make even sound-asleep cats appear as if by magic - and lo and behold, I heard a faint "meow."  But where was it coming from?  I called the cat's name, and got another noise in reply.  Strangely, it appeared to be coming from near the dog crates.  I looked around the crates, and didn't see the cat.  I heard the noise again - and I looked in the Lab's crate.  Oddly, my dog appeared to have two tails. 

Yep.  Apparently, the cat had run into the crate before I closed it, and my dog sat on the cat.  The cat didn't seem to mind too much though - at least, not until it was being deprived of tuna!
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: mmswm on February 05, 2013, 10:13:09 PM
Today I was watching as all three dogs were romping in the yard.  I have Baxter, a 120lb 19mo Mastiff and Lucy a 2ish year old terrier mix of some sort (mini rat? Jack Russel?) who weighs 8lbs.  My mom has Sammy, a 3ish year old mutt of about 20lbs. He' floofy, but I have no clue what kind of mix he is.

So, the boy dogs were playing a rather feisty game of tug-o-war with half a duck toy. It's one of those long, flat toys with no stuffing.  I have no idea what happened to the other half.  Anyway, the're in quite the battle, and Lucy just sat there and watched.  All of a sudden, Lucy bolts at full speed and takes a flying leap toward the boys, stealing the duck toy away from both of them.  The boys just sat there and looked at me with this look that said "what just happened there?", while Lucy sauntered away with her treasure.  She was so proud of herself and the boys were just dumbfounded.  It was hysterical.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Mental Magpie on February 06, 2013, 03:46:08 PM
Today I was watching as all three dogs were romping in the yard.  I have Baxter, a 120lb 19mo Mastiff and Lucy a 2ish year old terrier mix of some sort (mini rat? Jack Russel?) who weighs 8lbs.  My mom has Sammy, a 3ish year old mutt of about 20lbs. He' floofy, but I have no clue what kind of mix he is.

So, the boy dogs were playing a rather feisty game of tug-o-war with half a duck toy. It's one of those long, flat toys with no stuffing.  I have no idea what happened to the other half.  Anyway, the're in quite the battle, and Lucy just sat there and watched.  All of a sudden, Lucy bolts at full speed and takes a flying leap toward the boys, stealing the duck toy away from both of them.  The boys just sat there and looked at me with this look that said "what just happened there?", while Lucy sauntered away with her treasure.  She was so proud of herself and the boys were just dumbfounded.  It was hysterical.

I love when the little dogs get the best of the big dogs!  It's like they just can't believe it happened!
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: wonderfullyanonymous on February 06, 2013, 08:20:49 PM
Many years ago, before I knew him, DF had a Jack Russel and a wolf hybrid. The Jack Russel had a leather glove that he loved to play with, and one day while he was playing with this glove, the wolf got a bug in his rear and took off after the Jack Russel. DF says that he thought the wolf was going to kill the Jack, and started to call him back. Instead of going after the Jack, he went after the glove. He grabbed the glove and took off around the yard at a dead run with the Jack flying in the breeze with him. He says it was the funniest thing he had ever seen.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Mental Magpie on February 06, 2013, 08:23:32 PM
Many years ago, before I knew him, DF had a Jack Russel and a wolf hybrid. The Jack Russel had a leather glove that he loved to play with, and one day while he was playing with this glove, the wolf got a bug in his rear and took off after the Jack Russel. DF says that he thought the wolf was going to kill the Jack, and started to call him back. Instead of going after the Jack, he went after the glove. He grabbed the glove and took off around the yard at a dead run with the Jack flying in the breeze with him. He says it was the funniest thing he had ever seen.

Wait...so the Jack was still attached to the glove that was in the wolf's mouth?  That's hilarious! 
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Dr. F. on February 06, 2013, 08:36:19 PM
Many years ago, before I knew him, DF had a Jack Russel and a wolf hybrid. The Jack Russel had a leather glove that he loved to play with, and one day while he was playing with this glove, the wolf got a bug in his rear and took off after the Jack Russel. DF says that he thought the wolf was going to kill the Jack, and started to call him back. Instead of going after the Jack, he went after the glove. He grabbed the glove and took off around the yard at a dead run with the Jack flying in the breeze with him. He says it was the funniest thing he had ever seen.

I just spent some time trying to figure out how a wolf and a Jack Russel managed to mate. Then I figured out what you actually meant, and died laughing at the mental image.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: mmswm on February 06, 2013, 08:42:09 PM
Many years ago, before I knew him, DF had a Jack Russel and a wolf hybrid. The Jack Russel had a leather glove that he loved to play with, and one day while he was playing with this glove, the wolf got a bug in his rear and took off after the Jack Russel. DF says that he thought the wolf was going to kill the Jack, and started to call him back. Instead of going after the Jack, he went after the glove. He grabbed the glove and took off around the yard at a dead run with the Jack flying in the breeze with him. He says it was the funniest thing he had ever seen.

Oh, my goodness!  That's hysterical!
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Venus193 on February 07, 2013, 09:57:52 AM
Two people in my neighborhood have white wolves as pets.  I don't know if they know each other, but I'd love for those wolves to be a male and a female.  They're gorgeous.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: gramma dishes on February 07, 2013, 01:34:15 PM
Two people in my neighborhood have white wolves as pets.  I don't know if they know each other, but I'd love for those wolves to be a male and a female.  They're gorgeous.

Are you sure they're actually wolves?  We had a Samoyed (breed of dog) and people were always asking us if she was a white (or arctic) wolf.  Eventually we went to Alaska and saw a real white wolf there in the wild and it really did look exactly like our dog! 
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Venus193 on February 08, 2013, 07:07:06 AM
These two are too large to be Samoyeds and the teeth are definitely wolfish.  A former neighbor had a timberwolf as a pet and he had the same teeth.  Beautiful animal and he behaved exactly like a dog.  His one unfortunate habit was to howl unpredictably.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Kimblee on February 08, 2013, 08:22:29 PM
These two are too large to be Samoyeds and the teeth are definitely wolfish.  A former neighbor had a timberwolf as a pet and he had the same teeth.  Beautiful animal and he behaved exactly like a dog.  His one unfortunate habit was to howl unpredictably.

My friend has a crossbreed between a german sheppard/border collie and a.... something. The owner saw a coyote "in position" and assumed the pups would be, since that was the only "dog" in the area, but some of the puppies got much bigger than any coyote.

Friend kept seeing one of the at the time grown puppies laying on her porch waiting for her daughters to come home from school (at which point he would chase their tennis balls until the girls went inside for whatever reason.) For Xmas (with Friend's say so) the neighbor gave the dog to Friend's daughters.

It looks like a large coyote. It does not look even slightly like a dog. If you saw him you would say "Holy Carp in a pond! Coyote!" (which is why he has a lovely and very thick neon orange harness) The only time he looks like a dog?

When he herds friend's chickens/goats/cows/kids towards the nearest appropriate area. Also he can herd drunks. But he tries to herd them into the garage for whatever reason. He is a very good sheepdog, which is funnier if you know that no member of Friend's family actually knows how to train a sheepdog, nor does the neighbor who gave the animal to them. But if you whistle he will herd the nearest group of available animals towards you, or if its a drunk, towards the garage.

Oh, and if you scream at "his" girls or make them cry he will take you down. He has never drawn blood, but he snarls and growls in a manner that leaves no doubt that you need to stay the [blank] away from "his" girls. (He's done this twice. Once to a diffrent neighbor who was cussing at the girls about someting between him and their parents, and one to a drunk uncle who was trying to pull off the older girl's necklace playfully. Dog does not understand playing apparently. And it turns out as long as he does this on my friend's property, the neighbor cannot do a darn thing about it, because the dog is guarding "his" property.)

Last story about Dog, I promise. He is in love with my friend's sheltie and her chihuahua and lets them climb all over him. He also for some reason pukes in front of  the chihuahua randomly.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: gramma dishes on February 08, 2013, 08:36:42 PM
...   He is in love with my friend's sheltie and her chihuahua and lets them climb all over him. He also for some reason pukes in front of  the chihuahua randomly.


LOL!  Maybe he thinks the poor chihuahua is so tiny because it doesn't get enough food, so he's generously offering it some of his -- predigested to make it easier  ...   and warm!   ;D
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Kimblee on February 08, 2013, 08:38:23 PM
...   He is in love with my friend's sheltie and her chihuahua and lets them climb all over him. He also for some reason pukes in front of  the chihuahua randomly.


LOL!  Maybe he thinks the poor chihuahua is so tiny because it doesn't get enough food, so he's generously offering it some of his -- predigested to make it easier  ...   and warm!   ;D

That could be. He's a weird animal, but he's VERY pretty.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Mental Magpie on February 08, 2013, 08:40:18 PM
...   He is in love with my friend's sheltie and her chihuahua and lets them climb all over him. He also for some reason pukes in front of  the chihuahua randomly.


LOL!  Maybe he thinks the poor chihuahua is so tiny because it doesn't get enough food, so he's generously offering it some of his -- predigested to make it easier  ...   and warm!   ;D

That could be. He's a weird animal, but he's VERY pretty.

His name isn't Stan by any chance...or hers Wendy?
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: mmswm on February 08, 2013, 09:15:17 PM
...   He is in love with my friend's sheltie and her chihuahua and lets them climb all over him. He also for some reason pukes in front of  the chihuahua randomly.


LOL!  Maybe he thinks the poor chihuahua is so tiny because it doesn't get enough food, so he's generously offering it some of his -- predigested to make it easier  ...   and warm!   ;D

There might be something to that.  lol. :)
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Mental Magpie on February 08, 2013, 09:33:42 PM
I was lying in bed, watching TV on my laptop (which means I was nearly flat on my back with the laptop on my chest (I'm near-sighted and didn't have on my glasses)) when Colossus barged into the bedroom and waltzed right up to my side of the bed only to lean against it.  Leaning = pet me now!  He even leans on my legs when I'm standing upright (I try not to stand still in my uniform so he doesn't have a chance to get it all furry before I got to work).  I had a free arm, so I started to pet him, but as my focus narrowed in on what I was watching, my hand grew still.  Cue the big doofus turning around and resting his chin on my elbow.  I petted him then left off again, only for him to turn once again to rest his chin on my elbow and stare at me.  I did it one more time just to see how long he would leave his chin on my elbow.  Turns out he is a very patient dog: 3 minutes 24 seconds.  I think the only reason he stopped was because the Eagle walked in the room.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: wonderfullyanonymous on February 08, 2013, 10:35:27 PM
Many years ago, before I knew him, DF had a Jack Russel and a wolf hybrid. The Jack Russel had a leather glove that he loved to play with, and one day while he was playing with this glove, the wolf got a bug in his rear and took off after the Jack Russel. DF says that he thought the wolf was going to kill the Jack, and started to call him back. Instead of going after the Jack, he went after the glove. He grabbed the glove and took off around the yard at a dead run with the Jack flying in the breeze with him. He says it was the funniest thing he had ever seen.

Wait...so the Jack was still attached to the glove that was in the wolf's mouth?  That's hilarious!


Yes, Jack had a firm grip on that glove and was literally flying with the wolf running around the yard.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Mental Magpie on February 09, 2013, 05:25:07 AM
That's awesome!  ;D
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Lillie82 on February 09, 2013, 01:49:17 PM
Not sure if this really counts as a "pet" story, but it was funny at the time, though probably it did help to be there:

We were at a training class where there were many dogs of different breeds.

Head trainer (talking to assistant): I need you to help me with the bull mastiff.

(Beat)

Assistant: I don't think so.

(Maybe I find it funny because I'm reminded of "I don't think so, Tim" which Al on Home Improvement) says when Tim asks for help with something dangerous. Though I don't know why the assistant was so intimidated by the mastiff.)
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: mmswm on February 09, 2013, 02:01:07 PM
Not sure if this really counts as a "pet" story, but it was funny at the time, though probably it did help to be there:

We were at a training class where there were many dogs of different breeds.

Head trainer (talking to assistant): I need you to help me with the bull mastiff.

(Beat)

Assistant: I don't think so.

(Maybe I find it funny because I'm reminded of "I don't think so, Tim" which Al on Home Improvement) says when Tim asks for help with something dangerous. Though I don't know why the assistant was so intimidated by the mastiff.)

Awwww.  Poor maligned mastiff :(  As a mastiff owner, I do find the story humorous since I've seen the way people react to his sheer size.  Nevermind that he's just a big, doofy, oaf who thinks the whole world loves him and wants to play with him.  Well, almost.  If he thinks you're a threat to my boys, then his entire demeanor changes before you can blink, but barring that, he's a sweetie.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Kimblee on February 09, 2013, 02:30:35 PM
Not sure if this really counts as a "pet" story, but it was funny at the time, though probably it did help to be there:

We were at a training class where there were many dogs of different breeds.

Head trainer (talking to assistant): I need you to help me with the bull mastiff.

(Beat)

Assistant: I don't think so.

(Maybe I find it funny because I'm reminded of "I don't think so, Tim" which Al on Home Improvement) says when Tim asks for help with something dangerous. Though I don't know why the assistant was so intimidated by the mastiff.)

Awwww.  Poor maligned mastiff :(  As a mastiff owner, I do find the story humorous since I've seen the way people react to his sheer size.  Nevermind that he's just a big, doofy, oaf who thinks the whole world loves him and wants to play with him.  Well, almost.  If he thinks you're a threat to my boys, then his entire demeanor changes before you can blink, but barring that, he's a sweetie.

Great danes are like that too. My mom couldn't even spank me if my childhood dog Essie was in the room. Essie never actually bit but she'd grab Mom's hand and hold it in her jaws.

And the family loves to tell the story of a neighborhood kid coming over to play and when it was time to go home his dad came to get him. Essie wouldn't allow him near his own son. She never growled, never barked but any move he made she put herself between Kid and Kid'sDad.

Kid'sDad (after my parent came out and held her collar so he could get his son back) remarked that he felt safe having his son come over to play, since Essie was there to keep the kids safe.

When I was a toddler she wouldn't let me leave the yard. If I got to close to the fence she'd grab my diaper and drag me away from thew fence, no matter how I howled for her to "lemme go!"
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Outdoor Girl on February 09, 2013, 04:03:27 PM
Where I used to work, there was a woman who had a German shepherd.  Because she worked some nights and weekends by herself, she was allowed to bring the dog in to work with her.  Once she had a daughter, she'd come in to work early on Saturday then her husband would bring the daughter in later and they'd have breakfast together.

I often had to pop in to do stuff on weekends so I'd come in and chat a bit.  When the little one was a toddler, I crouched down to talk to her.  Suddenly, there was a very large dog between me and the little one.  No growl, no bark, no nothing; just a big, physical barrier.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: mmswm on February 09, 2013, 04:21:36 PM
Baxter does something similar when it comes to visitors and the kids.  Actually, he's very protective of my mother as well.  Her health is not good.  In the last year she's had surgery on her neck, spine and ankle, and as soon as her doctor clears her from the most recent surgery, she's having her knee replaced.  I think he senses that she's "weak" and he's decided it's his duty to protect her along with the little ones. I'm still working with him on his training, so for now, if we have guests, I have to put him on a leash and keep him by me or he flat out will not let guests into the house.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: mmswm on February 09, 2013, 05:50:26 PM
This just happened and I had to share, but first I need to describe my parents' yard/driveway. 

Technically, my parents' address is 12345 A street, however, A street doesn't actually exist.  The driveway goes out to B street, which is the closest street that exists.  The house itself sits in the middle of the property.  If A street existed, the house would actually face away from the street, in the middle of the property.  The driveway is about 700 feet long and is a fair distance from the house itself.  There's a circle that splits off the driveway about 200 feet from the end and swings around to come near the garage on the west side of the house. If you saw it from the air it would look like a gigantic "P".   There's two parking areas off the circle. One that's big enough for 4 cars on the north side of the house, and another one on the northern end of the "P".  There's another little offshoot of the paved area about 75 feet south of the circle where we keep the outside trash cans.

So, the rule is that the children aren't allowed to go past the trash cans if they're outside without direct adult supervision.  There's plenty of paved driveway for them to ride bikes and skateboards in the area they're allowed in.  They're also allowed anywhere there's grass.  The long stretch of driveway past the trash cans can't be seen well from the house, as the shade houses from the commercial nursery obscure the view.

Apparently, Baxter has decided that this rule is too lenient.  I was on the pool deck chatting with my father and the kids were outside playing.  I watched Baxter repeatedly turn back the kids as soon as the got past the south side of the circle.  He was very quiet about it, but simply would not let them go past that point.  He'd let them in the grass, but not on the paved area past the circle.  I guess I really don't have to worry about the kids breaking the rules when the dog is outside!
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: BarensMom on February 09, 2013, 07:22:08 PM
When we decided to get another dog, DH and I went to the Milo Foundation's adoption fair on 4th Street in Berkeley on a Saturday.  After looking over all the available dogs, DH said the one to get was "Bradley," a shy English Shepherd.  We  made arrangements to come back the next day to collect Bradley (for some reason, we couldn't take him that day).

On Sunday, DH had to work, so I asked my mother to come along to pick up Bradley.  It was a warm day and my mother took a chair from the cafe and went to sit under a tree while we waited for the dogs to arrive.  The station wagon with the fostered dogs arrived, and the people started to let the dogs out.  Bradley escaped from the fosterers and ran directly to my mother and put his head in her lap.

And that is how Baren met his grandma. 
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: magicdomino on February 10, 2013, 02:30:53 PM

When he herds friend's chickens/goats/cows/kids towards the nearest appropriate area. Also he can herd drunks. But he tries to herd them into the garage for whatever reason. He is a very good sheepdog, which is funnier if you know that no member of Friend's family actually knows how to train a sheepdog, nor does the neighbor who gave the animal to them. But if you whistle he will herd the nearest group of available animals towards you, or if its a drunk, towards the garage.


Garage makes sense to me.  Drunks need to be in some kind of shelter, because they don't do well when it's rainy or cold.  But you don't want the drunks in the house, because they can break things or barf on the furniture, and sometimes they can be noisy.  The garage makes a good compromise.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: RebeccainGA on February 13, 2013, 09:14:23 AM
Schroder, our 6 pound poodle, had a BAD haircut this weekend. His head is one big poof (think show dog style) while his body is in a close cropped 'puppy cut' style (which is what we asked for). For a variety of reasons, it was too late to take him back for them to fix it by the time I realized how bad it was - I was sick over the weekend, and it was just more than I was able to do to do anything but load him in the car and drive home. Also, they doused him with dog perfume - he smelled like a can of Axe had been emptied in his vicinity. It stunk, but again, I was sick and couldn't really smell it - but DP did, as soon as we walked in the house. He has even had a bath since then, and it's still faint but noticeable. DP was made physically ill by the scent.

Schroder interpreted DP not being able to handle him on her lap as 'I've done something horribly wrong'. He's spent the last three days SITTING ON MY FEET. He won't stay in my lap, and he didn't try to get in DP's lap for almost three days. He just sits on the floor at my feet, looking up at me at intervals as if to ask what he did wrong. Poor pup.

(BTW - now that the stink is almost gone, he's back to laying on DP's lap some. Still won't settle down for any length of time - but he's made up with her).
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Lillie82 on February 13, 2013, 07:48:28 PM
Tonight our Golden stole off the counter a clipping my dad cut out...about the Westminister Kennel Club Dog Show. ;D

It's funnier when you don't know that he's given to stealing things off counters in general: food, books, magazines, and other papers.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Copper Horsewoman on February 25, 2014, 02:12:55 PM
I have two 100+lb Akitas.  Best Friend has a 3 month old German Shorthaired Pointer.  Watching them play together is the cutest thing!  They are so gentle with her and play chase everywhere, and she loves it!

D'awwww. Buddies!

My in-laws have a giant, 90 pound, smelly black lab. His best pal is the runt kitten we brought home, who weighs probably five and a half pounds. She sticks her head in his mouth like she's a lion tamer, and gives her (much bigger, but much scaredier) sister a smug look, as if to say: "See? You might be bigger, but *I* have a bodyguard!"

How cute!  I love seeing the giants with the itty bitties, it's so cute!

A friend of mine had Julian, the pit bull. He was a dog fight rescue (the fights got raided by police and my friend was driving by and saw a bloody dog limping down the highway, so he took him home.) Julian spent all of his "company" time (anytime there was anyone other than his person around) with a muzzle on because people told Friend that pits could "go crazy" and that Julian was a "time bomb" Julian endured his muzzle with dignity (and some degree of patheticness so we'd give him extra loves.) Julian was never allowed around other animals because the vet assured my friend that a former fighting dog would never co-exist and described the likely meetings in very gory terms.

One day, when the big guy was pretty old (7 years after coming to live with Friend) Friend let him into the backyard to use the faculities and Julian came in with something furry in his mouth. My friend ran over, thinking Julian had killed something and Julian dropped the furry thing in his food dish. It turned out to be an utterly starved, flea covered, eyes-gunked-shut  kitten. Which once Friend had washed, fed and treated, decided obviously the big MALE pit was her mommy. Julian did not disuade her of this and would walk around after the kitten, licking its hind quarters, allow kitten to crawl all over him, etc. Kitten could also eat out of Julian's bowl and the dog would stand around looking helpless, forgetting he outweighed the little guy by at least fifty pounds.

So for about a year and a half Kitten and Julian lived in harmony. Then, after Kitten had grown into a cat, one day Friend came down and found a new dog. A skinny, ugly scarred up "puppy" (half-grown or so) eating Juian's food. As Julian laid nearby with what Friend describes as a "Why does this keep happening?" look. Friend decided to foster the pup and find it a home, but told himself he couldn't keep it since Julian would turn on it eventually.

(WARNING: Its gonna get sad! If you stop now you can just enjoy the cuteness of an old dog and his buddies.)

We never found out if that was true, since for about four months all three animals lived happily, then one morning Friend woke up to Kitten yowling and Julian curled up, cold and stiff, in his bed. He kept the pup and named him Julian Junior, or J.J. for short.
My old rescue pit Otto, was so gentle that friends brought over kittens, little dogs, and toddler kids to play with him.  He was a perfect host, even letting the dogs and cats eat out of his food bowl (we did try to keep the human pups out of the kibble).  One day we were walking Otto around the local farmers' market, when a mom and girl about four or five came up and asked if my dog was friendly. I said yes, he loves being petted.  Mom gave him a pat and encouraged her daughter to come pat the nice dog.  Mom asked what breed is he? I told her the truth - this is the breed everyone wants to ban, he's pit bull.  By this time, Otto is giving the little girl big slobbery kisses, and the laughing little girl said, "Mommy! He's tasting me!" Mom's eyes bugged out, I told Otto to quit licking her, he sat nicely and she hugged him around the neck.  He was in heaven, Mom was "having kittens" (slang for nervousness) but didn't yank her child away (points for that) I said nice to meet you and we continued. Otto was a great breed ambassador.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: greencat on February 25, 2014, 06:21:13 PM
I have two 100+lb Akitas.  Best Friend has a 3 month old German Shorthaired Pointer.  Watching them play together is the cutest thing!  They are so gentle with her and play chase everywhere, and she loves it!

D'awwww. Buddies!

My in-laws have a giant, 90 pound, smelly black lab. His best pal is the runt kitten we brought home, who weighs probably five and a half pounds. She sticks her head in his mouth like she's a lion tamer, and gives her (much bigger, but much scaredier) sister a smug look, as if to say: "See? You might be bigger, but *I* have a bodyguard!"

How cute!  I love seeing the giants with the itty bitties, it's so cute!

A friend of mine had Julian, the pit bull. He was a dog fight rescue (the fights got raided by police and my friend was driving by and saw a bloody dog limping down the highway, so he took him home.) Julian spent all of his "company" time (anytime there was anyone other than his person around) with a muzzle on because people told Friend that pits could "go crazy" and that Julian was a "time bomb" Julian endured his muzzle with dignity (and some degree of patheticness so we'd give him extra loves.) Julian was never allowed around other animals because the vet assured my friend that a former fighting dog would never co-exist and described the likely meetings in very gory terms.

One day, when the big guy was pretty old (7 years after coming to live with Friend) Friend let him into the backyard to use the faculities and Julian came in with something furry in his mouth. My friend ran over, thinking Julian had killed something and Julian dropped the furry thing in his food dish. It turned out to be an utterly starved, flea covered, eyes-gunked-shut  kitten. Which once Friend had washed, fed and treated, decided obviously the big MALE pit was her mommy. Julian did not disuade her of this and would walk around after the kitten, licking its hind quarters, allow kitten to crawl all over him, etc. Kitten could also eat out of Julian's bowl and the dog would stand around looking helpless, forgetting he outweighed the little guy by at least fifty pounds.

So for about a year and a half Kitten and Julian lived in harmony. Then, after Kitten had grown into a cat, one day Friend came down and found a new dog. A skinny, ugly scarred up "puppy" (half-grown or so) eating Juian's food. As Julian laid nearby with what Friend describes as a "Why does this keep happening?" look. Friend decided to foster the pup and find it a home, but told himself he couldn't keep it since Julian would turn on it eventually.

(WARNING: Its gonna get sad! If you stop now you can just enjoy the cuteness of an old dog and his buddies.)

We never found out if that was true, since for about four months all three animals lived happily, then one morning Friend woke up to Kitten yowling and Julian curled up, cold and stiff, in his bed. He kept the pup and named him Julian Junior, or J.J. for short.
My old rescue pit Otto, was so gentle that friends brought over kittens, little dogs, and toddler kids to play with him.  He was a perfect host, even letting the dogs and cats eat out of his food bowl (we did try to keep the human pups out of the kibble).  One day we were walking Otto around the local farmers' market, when a mom and girl about four or five came up and asked if my dog was friendly. I said yes, he loves being petted.  Mom gave him a pat and encouraged her daughter to come pat the nice dog.  Mom asked what breed is he? I told her the truth - this is the breed everyone wants to ban, he's pit bull.  By this time, Otto is giving the little girl big slobbery kisses, and the laughing little girl said, "Mommy! He's tasting me!" Mom's eyes bugged out, I told Otto to quit licking her, he sat nicely and she hugged him around the neck.  He was in heaven, Mom was "having kittens" (slang for nervousness) but didn't yank her child away (points for that) I said nice to meet you and we continued. Otto was a great breed ambassador.

Whited out because of sad sad subject...
Regarding Julian the rescue - Julian was probably, sadly, one of the "bait" dogs rather than a fighter.  These are dogs that are basically in the pit to be torn to bits...they're friendly and submissive so they don't try to hurt the fighting dogs.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: BarensMom on February 25, 2014, 11:15:37 PM
The other day, I made spaghetti for DH and myself.  Baren did his usual "no, you did not just feed me - I'm starving" routine.  Joe took a phone call and left the table, leaving his plate just a little too close to the edge.  I sat and watched Baren eat spaghetti from DH's plate by shifting his head this way and that until he could access the plate.  DH returned to half spaghetti-covered/half perfectly licked clean plate.  DH asked me why I let the dog eat from his plate.  I responded that I was fascinated by how Baren figured out how to maneuver his head around to access the plate without knocking it off the table.  Besides, that'll teach DH to take phone calls during meals.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: greencat on February 26, 2014, 12:44:19 AM
The other day, I made spaghetti for DH and myself.  Baren did his usual "no, you did not just feed me - I'm starving" routine.  Joe took a phone call and left the table, leaving his plate just a little too close to the edge.  I sat and watched Baren eat spaghetti from DH's plate by shifting his head this way and that until he could access the plate.  DH returned to half spaghetti-covered/half perfectly licked clean plate.  DH asked me why I let the dog eat from his plate.  I responded that I was fascinated by how Baren figured out how to maneuver his head around to access the plate without knocking it off the table.  Besides, that'll teach DH to take phone calls during meals.

"Food safety" in a house with pets doesn't mean quite the same thing as it does in a pet-free household.   >:D
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Dazi on February 26, 2014, 06:07:49 AM
The other day, I made spaghetti for DH and myself.  Baren did his usual "no, you did not just feed me - I'm starving" routine.  Joe took a phone call and left the table, leaving his plate just a little too close to the edge.  I sat and watched Baren eat spaghetti from DH's plate by shifting his head this way and that until he could access the plate.  DH returned to half spaghetti-covered/half perfectly licked clean plate.  DH asked me why I let the dog eat from his plate.  I responded that I was fascinated by how Baren figured out how to maneuver his head around to access the plate without knocking it off the table.  Besides, that'll teach DH to take phone calls during meals.

"Food safety" in a house with pets doesn't mean quite the same thing as it does in a pet-free household.   >:D

Too true.  My kitty loves herbal teas.  I came back from the bathroom the other night to find my cat drinking out of my teacup.  I asked DH why he didn't stop him and he was just fascinated that he would actually drink tea of all things.  <sigh>  I gave him the cup and made myself a fresh batch.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Ser Lucien Liliane on February 26, 2014, 09:02:06 PM
Our household is very much pet friendly. I have four cats that live up here with me, and my mom has two dogs (three right now - she's fostering one.) Usually, the twain shall never meet, but...

This is Prince, the sixty-pound standard poodle who is...well, dumb as a rock, frankly... (https://scontent-a-iad.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-frc1/t1/301235_390958994309291_1581158559_n.jpg)
And Sophie, the alarmingly smart kitten who has decided the dog is her plaything. Seriously. (https://scontent-b-iad.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/t1/1551711_602731143132074_587338113_n.jpg)

They have this down to a system by now. Sophie will sit at the top of the stairs and meow (the only time she actually meows outright) for Prince. If he doesn't hear her and come running, she starts meandering down the stairs and meowing louder, until she's sitting on the next to last stair and craning her head around the edge of the doorway. And when he does finally realize he's being called and runs over to play with "his" kitten, she'll headbutt, nuzzle and purr her fool head off to lull him into a false sense of security, at which point she gives him a good solid whap - no claws - on the nose and run back up the stairs with the most smug look in creation on her face.

He does occasionally remember she's probably just going to smack him and run, but he just can't resist when she realizes he's not quite close enough to nuzzle and hence sticks her head out and gives him the cute eyes. :) He also now knows the word "kitten", and if he hears me say it in the particular tone I use for Sophie, he'll come running.

I haven't managed to get any decent pictures of them yet, but I did get one of Sophie trying to nuzzle up.

(https://fbcdn-sphotos-a-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-prn1/t1/1546072_606445749427280_672379859_n.jpg)
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Kimblee on February 26, 2014, 09:46:30 PM
I have two 100+lb Akitas.  Best Friend has a 3 month old German Shorthaired Pointer.  Watching them play together is the cutest thing!  They are so gentle with her and play chase everywhere, and she loves it!

D'awwww. Buddies!

My in-laws have a giant, 90 pound, smelly black lab. His best pal is the runt kitten we brought home, who weighs probably five and a half pounds. She sticks her head in his mouth like she's a lion tamer, and gives her (much bigger, but much scaredier) sister a smug look, as if to say: "See? You might be bigger, but *I* have a bodyguard!"

How cute!  I love seeing the giants with the itty bitties, it's so cute!

A friend of mine had Julian, the pit bull. He was a dog fight rescue (the fights got raided by police and my friend was driving by and saw a bloody dog limping down the highway, so he took him home.) Julian spent all of his "company" time (anytime there was anyone other than his person around) with a muzzle on because people told Friend that pits could "go crazy" and that Julian was a "time bomb" Julian endured his muzzle with dignity (and some degree of patheticness so we'd give him extra loves.) Julian was never allowed around other animals because the vet assured my friend that a former fighting dog would never co-exist and described the likely meetings in very gory terms.

One day, when the big guy was pretty old (7 years after coming to live with Friend) Friend let him into the backyard to use the faculities and Julian came in with something furry in his mouth. My friend ran over, thinking Julian had killed something and Julian dropped the furry thing in his food dish. It turned out to be an utterly starved, flea covered, eyes-gunked-shut  kitten. Which once Friend had washed, fed and treated, decided obviously the big MALE pit was her mommy. Julian did not disuade her of this and would walk around after the kitten, licking its hind quarters, allow kitten to crawl all over him, etc. Kitten could also eat out of Julian's bowl and the dog would stand around looking helpless, forgetting he outweighed the little guy by at least fifty pounds.

So for about a year and a half Kitten and Julian lived in harmony. Then, after Kitten had grown into a cat, one day Friend came down and found a new dog. A skinny, ugly scarred up "puppy" (half-grown or so) eating Juian's food. As Julian laid nearby with what Friend describes as a "Why does this keep happening?" look. Friend decided to foster the pup and find it a home, but told himself he couldn't keep it since Julian would turn on it eventually.

(WARNING: Its gonna get sad! If you stop now you can just enjoy the cuteness of an old dog and his buddies.)

We never found out if that was true, since for about four months all three animals lived happily, then one morning Friend woke up to Kitten yowling and Julian curled up, cold and stiff, in his bed. He kept the pup and named him Julian Junior, or J.J. for short.
My old rescue pit Otto, was so gentle that friends brought over kittens, little dogs, and toddler kids to play with him.  He was a perfect host, even letting the dogs and cats eat out of his food bowl (we did try to keep the human pups out of the kibble).  One day we were walking Otto around the local farmers' market, when a mom and girl about four or five came up and asked if my dog was friendly. I said yes, he loves being petted.  Mom gave him a pat and encouraged her daughter to come pat the nice dog.  Mom asked what breed is he? I told her the truth - this is the breed everyone wants to ban, he's pit bull.  By this time, Otto is giving the little girl big slobbery kisses, and the laughing little girl said, "Mommy! He's tasting me!" Mom's eyes bugged out, I told Otto to quit licking her, he sat nicely and she hugged him around the neck.  He was in heaven, Mom was "having kittens" (slang for nervousness) but didn't yank her child away (points for that) I said nice to meet you and we continued. Otto was a great breed ambassador.

Whited out because of sad sad subject...
Regarding Julian the rescue - Julian was probably, sadly, one of the "bait" dogs rather than a fighter.  These are dogs that are basically in the pit to be torn to bits...they're friendly and submissive so they don't try to hurt the fighting dogs.

Sadly, probably quite possible.

The pit rescue a mutual friend runs has rehabbed some former fighters. But they are all adopted into single pet homes with no children under 10.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: greencat on February 27, 2014, 01:11:41 AM
Our household is very much pet friendly. I have four cats that live up here with me, and my mom has two dogs (three right now - she's fostering one.) Usually, the twain shall never meet, but...

This is Prince, the sixty-pound standard poodle who is...well, dumb as a rock, frankly... (https://scontent-a-iad.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-frc1/t1/301235_390958994309291_1581158559_n.jpg)
And Sophie, the alarmingly smart kitten who has decided the dog is her plaything. Seriously. (https://scontent-b-iad.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/t1/1551711_602731143132074_587338113_n.jpg)

They have this down to a system by now. Sophie will sit at the top of the stairs and meow (the only time she actually meows outright) for Prince. If he doesn't hear her and come running, she starts meandering down the stairs and meowing louder, until she's sitting on the next to last stair and craning her head around the edge of the doorway. And when he does finally realize he's being called and runs over to play with "his" kitten, she'll headbutt, nuzzle and purr her fool head off to lull him into a false sense of security, at which point she gives him a good solid whap - no claws - on the nose and run back up the stairs with the most smug look in creation on her face.

He does occasionally remember she's probably just going to smack him and run, but he just can't resist when she realizes he's not quite close enough to nuzzle and hence sticks her head out and gives him the cute eyes. :) He also now knows the word "kitten", and if he hears me say it in the particular tone I use for Sophie, he'll come running.

I haven't managed to get any decent pictures of them yet, but I did get one of Sophie trying to nuzzle up.

(https://fbcdn-sphotos-a-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-prn1/t1/1546072_606445749427280_672379859_n.jpg)

My Tribble spent most of his kittenhood playing with one of my dogs, a 60ish pound German Shep mix, who my ex now owns.  I agreed to dogsit for him the last Christmas he lived down here while he went to visit his family out of state, two years after he moved out, and the second Tribble realized that dog was in the house he was all over her - he's never been quite that ecstatic to see me :( 
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Outdoor Girl on February 27, 2014, 08:07:34 AM
And when he does finally realize he's being called and runs over to play with "his" kitten, she'll headbutt, nuzzle and purr her fool head off to lull him into a false sense of security, at which point she gives him a good solid whap - no claws - on the nose and run back up the stairs with the most smug look in creation on her face.

I think these two need to be renamed Charlie Brown and Lucy...
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Ser Lucien Liliane on February 27, 2014, 01:32:53 PM
And when he does finally realize he's being called and runs over to play with "his" kitten, she'll headbutt, nuzzle and purr her fool head off to lull him into a false sense of security, at which point she gives him a good solid whap - no claws - on the nose and run back up the stairs with the most smug look in creation on her face.

I think these two need to be renamed Charlie Brown and Lucy...

Ha! ;D That is pretty much what it's like!
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Julian on March 06, 2014, 09:34:37 PM
I live in a semi-rural area, and drive through rural countryside on my daily commute.

Down near the river is a large paddock, inhabited by a herd of around 8 horses.  Hiding in amongst the horses is a lone brown sheep. 

The sheep seems to consider she is a horse - wherever the horses are, there she is.  That or the horses thing she's just a short fluffy horse.  If she's grazing, the horses surround her.  If she's lying down, there's usually a couple of horses on the ground with her.

A few weeks back I had a great laugh on the way home one afternoon.  The horses were all galloping across the paddock, followed by the sheep at full tilt!  I've never seen a sheep run so long and fast before.

I love seeing interspecies relationships like this - it makes me think there's hope for us humans.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Valentines Mommy on March 07, 2014, 11:34:45 AM
I have six dogs living with me at the moment.

Three had their annual dental visit. This meant no breakfast yesterday and a light supper as they were under the influence of ketamine, Valium and other drugs.

I woke up this morning to three very hungry, groggy doggies, each holding their respective bowls in their mouths. Their eyes were as sad and mournful as they could make them while clamping down on the dinner bowls.

I was not fast enough or awake enough to grab a camera. But the mental image of Hogan, Valentine and Saber jointly begging for breakfast was precious.

It makes the fur tumbleweeds, clogged vacuum cleaner and destroyed ottoman worth it. 
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Alli8098 on March 15, 2014, 12:19:30 PM
Our female kitty, who is unofficially DH's sweetie pie (I bought her for him when she was 7 weeks old, he picked her out of a litter of 8 kittens) can be very aloof.  However when she wants to play she lets you know loud and clear.  She will bring her favorite string toy, drop it at your feet, and meow at you very loudly until you play with her.  She's about 5 years old now and still continues with this habit.  It's funny because she'll leave us alone for hours and then suddenly has to be the center of attention. 

This is also the same kitty who used to bully the other two grown cats out of their food when she barely weighed 3lbs.  She's also played the same game with DH since she was a kitten.  She'll come up to him and meow very loudly and insistently for attention.  He'll go to pet her and she'll run a foot away and then meow again.  She'll keep doing this getting him to chase her until she finally let's him catch her to cuddle with him.  He is the only she'll do it with, it's quite funny to see my burly husband chasing after and cuddling our little kitty.

And just one more story; my siamese mix who is 15 this year is a hugger.  He will stand on his hind legs and wrap his front legs around your neck and bury his head into you.  He's been with me since I was 19, and is just as cuddly as ever.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Valentines Mommy on March 15, 2014, 12:22:57 PM
Take one very fluffy dog. Add an almost empty peanut butter jar. You get hours of entertainment.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: diesel_darlin on March 16, 2014, 11:18:34 PM
I was sitting here watching TV and managed to fall asleep. I woke up with a fat kitty cat on my lap. Nature called so I had to get up. When I sat back down, Bubba decided that he needed to lay as close to me as possible, making sure he dug his hind claws into my rear for good measure.  ;D
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Mental Magpie on March 19, 2014, 11:16:22 PM
We keep the Akitas in their kennels when we're out. Whomever was driving is usually the first person to enter the house, then Six, then the other adult. Six usually let's the Akitas out of their kennels right away. Everything must have been timed perfectly today because...

Banshee (female) was out of her kennel, Colossus (male) was still in his, but I was walking past the kennels. Banshee followed me but Colossus bounced* in his kennel, waiting impatiently and whining to join us...except that Six had already opened his kennel and he could have. He was so focuse on me having walked past him that he didn't realize he was free. He was bouncing and whining with fervor...for nothing.




*They both do this very excited bounce and wiggle wherein they all but stomp their feet fervently and wag their tails emphatically.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: BarensMom on March 20, 2014, 02:13:03 PM
Another Baren story:

One year, we took Baren to "Street Vibrations," a huge motorcycle event in Reno.  We were walking around the outskirts of the event, when we came upon a group of rough-looking biker dudes with their ladies.  They all ooh'ed and ahh'ed over the little guy, who promptly went belly-up.  It was amusing to see big, leather-clad, tough guys and gals on their knees scratching his tummy and giving him kisses. 
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: SamiHami on May 15, 2014, 02:39:12 PM
Take one very fluffy dog. Add an almost empty peanut butter jar. You get hours of entertainment.

LOL!
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Valentines Mommy on May 15, 2014, 02:48:35 PM
I have another nearly empty jar of peanut butter. This time, I'll get pictures.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Outdoor Girl on May 15, 2014, 08:35:18 PM
Same deal with one cat and an almost empty yogurt container.

Tuffy loooovvvveeeed yogurt.  When my Mom would get one out, he'd be up on her lap in a flash, trying to stick his head in.  So Mom started putting a spoonful on the lid.  If she ate quick, she could finish her container while the cat ate what was on the lid.  Then she'd put the empty container down for the cat.

One day, he got his head stuck in it, like a bear with a berry pail.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: AfleetAlex on May 28, 2014, 03:38:29 PM
When I lived in an apartment, the across-the-hall neighbor was a biker and he was always dressed in leather, bandannas, sunglasses, the whole shebang. He and his wife (both of whom were super-nice) got a yorkshire terrier puppy. He could carry the puppy in one hand. The pair of them always kind of cracked me up.  :D

(We could have dogs at this apartment complex.)
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Esther_bunny on June 01, 2014, 10:30:37 PM
Can cats smell ice cream?
 I swear our old Manson, (passed) could and am beginning to think Nigel, our 13 week old grey/black tabby can smell ice cream. Nigel just cries and cries when the lid comes off the pint.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Outdoor Girl on June 02, 2014, 07:55:23 AM
Can cats smell ice cream?
 I swear our old Manson, (passed) could and am beginning to think Nigel, our 13 week old grey/black tabby can smell ice cream. Nigel just cries and cries when the lid comes off the pint.

Absolutely.  See post above re: the yogurt cat.  I'm sure he could smell it.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Venus193 on June 02, 2014, 07:58:07 AM
My little Carmen goes kitty-nutso at the smell of chicken.  If I have chicken for myself she shows up, sits in front of me, and her little nose goes a mile a minute.  However, I don't give her any due to the risk of it containing something dangerous to her and I don't want her to get accustomed to food fit for humans.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: XRogue on June 02, 2014, 10:04:14 AM
I used to have a Sheltie named Bo who had the habit of napping about 22 hours a day. One day I had a call from DS's 2nd grade teacher who was giggling like mad and wanted to know if our dog was an actual dog, or was he a stuffed animal. I reassured her that Bo was indeed a live dog, even if I did sometimes want to check his pulse to be sure, and asked why Teacher was wondering. She said that DS had done his first essay for class that day and it was supposed to be about his pet, if he had one. Teacher then read it to me:

"I have a dog. His name is Bo. He sleeps everywhere. I love my dog, Bo."

Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: mmswm on June 02, 2014, 05:24:13 PM
My oldest son just sent me a text.  It's a picture of our mastiff passed out on the sidewalk with the words "We are in front of the fire department.  Baxter has decided the walk is over."  Apparently mastiffs are as prone to spontaneous naps as cats are.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: snowfire on June 02, 2014, 10:16:50 PM
^^^ pics please!!! Sounds hilarious. 
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: mmswm on June 02, 2014, 11:21:26 PM
This is the picture he sent.

(http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn67/mmsw1/Mobile%20Uploads/1401769201_zps2a94b781.jpg) (http://s301.photobucket.com/user/mmsw1/media/Mobile%20Uploads/1401769201_zps2a94b781.jpg.html)

Edited to include a screenshot of the text message itself.  Identifying information has been obscured.

(http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn67/mmsw1/Mobile%20Uploads/5eec0593-724c-492c-a9b3-0a5f5a0f9082_zps706abb86.png) (http://s301.photobucket.com/user/mmsw1/media/Mobile%20Uploads/5eec0593-724c-492c-a9b3-0a5f5a0f9082_zps706abb86.png.html)
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: snowfire on June 03, 2014, 09:55:55 AM
Doing a pretty good impression of a rug, isn't he?
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: PinkShoes on June 03, 2014, 09:59:39 AM
How did your son get him moving again? (And did one of the firefights come out to see if the dog was ok?) ;)
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: mmswm on June 03, 2014, 12:21:40 PM
I'm not sure how he got him moving again.  He got home about 30 minutes after that text.  From where he was, it's about 10-15 minutes walking time at a moderate pace.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Elfmama on August 24, 2014, 10:06:44 PM
There's nothing cuter than watching a teeny kitten pass out in the middle of doing something - I swear they're all narcoleptic.
It's even funnier when you have multiple baby animals all falling over asleep at once.   Tasha's 7 puppies would be charging around in the puppy pen in the back yard, playing; 4, 5, or once all 7 would suddenly stop running and flop over asleep.  Those that didn't participate in the mass sleep-in would try to wake up the sleepers for a  minute or two, then usually join them. 
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: greencat on August 25, 2014, 12:03:08 AM
There's nothing cuter than watching a teeny kitten pass out in the middle of doing something - I swear they're all narcoleptic.
It's even funnier when you have multiple baby animals all falling over asleep at once.   Tasha's 7 puppies would be charging around in the puppy pen in the back yard, playing; 4, 5, or once all 7 would suddenly stop running and flop over asleep.  Those that didn't participate in the mass sleep-in would try to wake up the sleepers for a  minute or two, then usually join them.
'

I miss the days of super-tiny babies.  However, I have been aggressively spaying the female strays around my house, and I shouldn't be having more kittens anytime soon.

However, Lynx has been quite sure lately that my fingers are for nomming.  He endlessly chews on them.  The other cats sniff them and deign them not worthy of even a lick, so it's not something cat-tasty on my fingers.

Lynx and Coffee Bean also had the great joy today of me having a real big book in my lap instead of just reading an ebook on my laptop like usual.  They sat on it.  Of course.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: mmswm on August 25, 2014, 04:49:51 PM
I'm pet sitting for my boyfriend this week.  He's got a parrot, a cockatiel and a fish.  The small bird and the fish are okay.  The parrot, on the other hand, is having a difficult time dealing with the absence of his human. This bird, like many parrots, is a one person bird, however, he does seem to like younger, pre-adolescent kids to an extent.   

Poor bird, yesterday, he started making this awful racket that sounded like a cross between a clucking chicken and a howling newborn.  The only way to calm him down was to put my youngest son, who's 12, but who's voice hasn't started to change yet, in the room with him.  I shouldn't laugh because the bird is quite obviously missing his human, but it was kinda cute to hear the racket start as soon as my son left the room, and then stop the second he returned.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Venus193 on August 27, 2014, 06:52:01 AM
I still miss Merlin, an orange tabby with tuxedo markings who crossed the Rainbow Bridge 19 years ago.  I had to take him in to the NY Animal Center on York Avenue once for an emergency and leave him there overnight.  When I went to pick him up the next day the staff told me that he would keep the other cats awake meowing until someone would go in to pet him and talk to him.  When he was brought out to me so I could take him home he meowed and meowed until they handed him to me and he instantly began purring.

He was a very special boy.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Elfmama on August 27, 2014, 10:21:02 AM
Kirk used to lie on my sewing table as I worked to keep me company.  That was how he lost his whiskers on one side.  Some 5yo grandson found my sewing scissors there and Kirk was so mellow that he never moved.  I found a pile of cat-whiskers, a rather bristly Kirk, and the scissors, but whichever grandson did it managed to get away with it.  Both of the boys were there, neither confessed.    ::)

Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: XRogue on August 28, 2014, 09:22:17 PM
My oldest son just sent me a text.  It's a picture of our mastiff passed out on the sidewalk with the words "We are in front of the fire department.  Baxter has decided the walk is over."  Apparently mastiffs are as prone to spontaneous naps as cats are.

Oh dear, one cannot move a resting mastiff.  At least, not without a crane. :) ;D
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Elfmama on August 29, 2014, 05:26:43 PM
When I was a teen, we had 3 Siamese cats.  The living room had a picture window with a wide sill, just right for lounging cats to watch the world go by.  Being Siamese, they were fond of the posture we called "statue cat", sitting bolt upright with the tail wrapped around the paws.

One day we heard someone come up the walk and ring the doorbell, immediately followed by a loud EEEEEEEEEEK!  Opened the door to find a gasping Avon Lady clutching her hand to her chest.   "I thought they were statues!  And then when I rang the bell, they all turned their heads and LOOKED at me!"
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Dazi on September 04, 2014, 08:03:33 PM
When I was a teen, we had 3 Siamese cats.  The living room had a picture window with a wide sill, just right for lounging cats to watch the world go by.  Being Siamese, they were fond of the posture we called "statue cat", sitting bolt upright with the tail wrapped around the paws.

One day we heard someone come up the walk and ring the doorbell, immediately followed by a loud EEEEEEEEEEK!  Opened the door to find a gasping Avon Lady clutching her hand to her chest.   "I thought they were statues!  And then when I rang the bell, they all turned their heads and LOOKED at me!"

<snerk >

I love when cats play statue. One of mine is fond of what I call the meatloaf. It looks like he has no legs of feet.
Title: Re: Cute Pet Stories
Post by: Nikko-chan on September 04, 2014, 11:24:39 PM
When I was a teen, we had 3 Siamese cats.  The living room had a picture window with a wide sill, just right for lounging cats to watch the world go by.  Being Siamese, they were fond of the posture we called "statue cat", sitting bolt upright with the tail wrapped around the paws.

One day we heard someone come up the walk and ring the doorbell, immediately followed by a loud EEEEEEEEEEK!  Opened the door to find a gasping Avon Lady clutching her hand to her chest.   "I thought they were statues!  And then when I rang the bell, they all turned their heads and LOOKED at me!"

<snerk >

I love when cats play statue. One of mine is fond of what I call the meatloaf. It looks like he has no legs of feet.

We call that loafing :D