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[FallnAngel 0]

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ROFLMAO! i enjoy that too. weve got a lot of pets here. my poodle is going blind (poor thing is so old) and he always walks into things. Hes a little guy, but i gotta open the slider all the way to let him in/out because if i dont he walks into the glass. he also has a habit of walking directly into furniture and into your legs if your walking around. Its sad, but its soooo funny to see him ram into something, shake his head, back up, and try again. some times hes successful, sometimes it takes a few more trys before he gets 'clearance'

Hey, Froggie! Sounds like your poodle & my sheltie are 2 peas in a pod...She's 12 now, we adopted her from the sheltie rescue agency on our 10th wedding anniversary 7 years ago. Last year, her left eye became diseased...I agonized over it's (impending) removal. Vet told me not to worry, dogs get along just fine without an eye. He was absolutely right! She bumps into things, but she'll back up a step turn her head to the right to see what the hell she ran into, then adjust & move on. What a gal!! The neigborhood kids think I need to make an eyepatch for her, or get her a glass eye (funny kids! Oh, yeah, she's almost deaf too. So, I'm trying to teach our Australian Shepherd to be her "ears" sort of. She was a stray we adopted her last year, she's about 2. One day, when I was calling the girls to come inside, only the Aussie dog came in...I told her to go get Shellie, and would you believe it - she went over to where the other dog was laying (totally oblivious to the fact that it was time to come in), stood in front of her until she got her attention, then they both came in. She got a big chewy cookie for that! Blue Skies,
Karen
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The oddest pet we've ever had was a tarantula (sp?) We would take her out of her aquariam, put her on my hubby's knee, and she would watch tv with us in the evenings. Only problem was that every once in awhile, spidey would get out...I came home from a late night at class one time, and found her working her way down the stairs. Kinda freaked me out at the time, to see such a huge spider where I least expected it!

[Merrick 0]

You think that's mean.... Try taping a cheerio to the top of a Chihuahua's nose and watch him do backflips for a half-an-hour. LOL I swear it wasn't my idea!
"Peace & Blue Skies!"

[Greg 0]

OK, I got one to add here. My bro has a cat, his name is Hobbs. He is the most worthless thing on four legs. He is very skiddish, the original "fraidy cat". Anyway, a few years back when he was considerably less afraid, I watched this cat pull one of the most aggressive moves ever. My niece, who was around 4 at the time, used to love to torment the poor kitty. The cat would sleep on the small couch we kept in the formal dining room by the kitchen. My niece would make a game of running through the kitchen into the formal dining room and poking, or touching the cat and then run away screaming. Well, one day the cat had had quite enough of this BS and decided that if she came by again, that was it. The next thing we hear is this blood curdiling scream and see my niece running through the kitchen on the return trip from the "kitty touch" and she has the cat on her back with claws burried deep in the shoulders intensly biting the back of my nieces head!! It was the funniest thing I ever saw, go kitty go!! All were un injured, but I think this led to some of the poor kitties issues.

[Pammi 0]

Hmm...well I've always had a lot of animals around, growing on a farm and all (including many 'non-farm animals' we helped with if we found them and they needed it), but the funniest thing I think that ever happened was when I was 'babysitting' a raccoon (a baby, but still pretty large...about 30 pounds or so at that time)for my parents when they went out of town (after I'd moved out). I had a fishtank that only had a goldfish left in it (I am horrible with fish...they all usually die off slowly...I feed them, I swear!) Anyway...I was letting the 'coon run around a little in the house to get some exercise and went to another room for a moment. A second later I hear "splash!" and start back towards the living room. Here comes the coon, wet. He was licking his lips and my goldfish was gone. LOL! It was kinda sad for the fish, but hilarious all the same. I didn't think he'd actually be able to catch it! Hehe.
Pammi

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pammi,
lol! that reminds me...
we use to have this cat named princess. SHould have known when i named her. She would run down this narrow hallway and use the wall to gain speed. She found a way to open the closet doors, then would go inside and turn the lights on. Freaked me out. thought our old farmhouse was haunted. lol
but the worse thing she ever did was kill our fish. we went out of town and when we came home we found the fish tank water piping hot, with over cooked fish floating on the top. turns out she had jumped on top of the tank and had played w/ the temp knob until she had it as hot as it would go.

[Iflyme 0]

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dogs get along just fine without an eye

"Rigger", Ben's dog, and the dog seen most often at our DZ has had both eyes removed... she can't chase the tennis ball anymore, but she manages to get around with her using her keen sense of smell... when I first saw her after her second eye had been removed, I almost thought it was cruel keeping her alive, but she is sooo much loved, and treated so well around the DZ that I'm glad she is still around!
Frank

[Pammi 0]

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when we came home we found the fish tank water piping hot, with over cooked fish floating on the top.

That's funny! I figured you were going to say that the cat knocked the light in and electrocuted them :)
Pammi

[Greg 0]

I have one more here that I think will put some of those wacky animals out there into perspective:
A few years back some friends got themselves a new Doberman Puppy. He was great, they named him Roger. The dog and I got along great for a while, used to play with the dog all the time. As he got bigger, he started to almost wrestle with you! Anyway, this one particular day, it seems the wrestling was a bit more stimulating to the dog than usual and he managed to get around behinh me, hold me down with his front paws, and proceeded to "hump" like there was a rocket in his butt. I struggled and got away from him, luckily, he was close to 60-80 pounds by now and had those bedroom eyes all of the sudden. I sure was glad I was wearing jeans that day and not shorts like usual! Even more shocking, the people who owned him thought it was "funny" and did not even attempt to hold the dog back or anything. So, for the rest of the day, the dog followed me around sporting a "chubby" panting stoping only to lick himself. To this day, any time the dog sees me he throws me a doggy smile, sprots wood, and watches me intently for his next attempt. Needless to say, I dont visit those people much anymore!!

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Laughing my ass off at these stories, and had to share.....
When I was in high school, one of the girls in my class had a slumber party. She lived right down the street from my friend Allen and his dog, Thumper (Thumper was a huge mutt). The night arrived, I went and got Allen, and we went over peeking in the windows to see if we could "see" anything ( or anyone). They had the window open, and a fan sitting in the window blowing into the room. After a while we got bored (the girls were just sitting around talking -- no nudity or anything) so we went to Allen's house, got a tin pie plate, collected up some of Thumpers "mistakes", and headed back. We put the plate in the window, hoping the fan would circulate the air into the room. It wasn't working well due the the "dryness" of Thumper's offal, so we got some water and "Gravy-trained" it, then put it back in the window. This still got no reaction, so we set it on the ground, then sat there pondering our next move. Just then, we hear this slurping sound. We turn around, and there's Thumper happily wolfing down his own feces. Allen looks at Thumper, looks at me, then pukes all over the bushes. After he's done he wipes his mouth, looks at me, looks at Thumper (who's still chewing), throws up AGAIN, looks at me, looks at Thumper (who is now busy licking the plate clean -- you know, pushing it around and around on the grass as he tries to get every last morsel !), says "THUMPER ! BAD DOG !", throws up AGAIN...........and on and on; you get the picture. We had smoked a joint before heading out for the night's activities, so this whole time I am literally rolling on the ground, laughing my ever-loving ass off -- I couldn't stop if you shot me. Laughed so hard I woke up her dad, who saw me and called my parents, and when I got home I was grounded for a month.
One of the best laughs I ever had -- Allen wouldn't even pat Thumper for a couple of months......
The PLF CEO