My MIL had a basset hound named Sugar. She was not a particularly energetic canine. If she was lying on the living room floor and the family was snacking in front of the TV, they might share some popcorn with Sugar. However, if the morsels they tossed were out of range, that is, if Sugar couldn’t reach them without moving, they’d lie on the floor, untouched. It was funny to watch her eying a piece of popcorn that lay just beyond snout radius - as if she’d forgotten that her legs did, in fact, enable her to move. She’s sigh most pathetically for the treats beyond her reach.
My golden retriever Ginger will nose around my laundry basket looking for that just perfect sock or t-shirt or pair of underwear. Like a connoisseur of fine wines, I’ve watched her spend ten minutes digging, sorting, considering a promising candidate only to reject it in favor of another.
She then will gently carry it to her sleeping pillow and arrange it with all her other ‘Happy Items’ to the rules of some mysterious dog aesthetic. Her current Happy Items at the moment include: a stuffed raccoon, a pinecone, an old toothbrush and a balled-up pair of knickers.
My dog Duke likes to hang out on either of his beds - one in the garage, and one at the other end of the house in my bedroom.
Whenever he gets up and walks out to the main part of the house, Chili, one of the cats, will always swat him as he walks past. Rocky, the other cat, runs after Duke and howls. When Duke flops down on the carpet, Rocky runs up to him and starts cleaning his ears out. In 3 years, I have never had to clean my dog’s ears - they are spotless.
i have a bichon frise and apparantly this is common with them…i don’t know i think it’s weird but adorable.
he fakes injuries for attention. he’s done it a few times, just randomly jumped up, yelped, and started hopping around on 3 feet like he’s just been stepped on or something. and he’ll limp around for a few hours, switching legs, until he forgets.
also, when he goes to the dentist, they have to drug him up and knock him out. so when he comes home, he’s an absolute mess. it’s sad but at the same time you can’t help laughing. he gets afraid of the staircase in our house and we have to carry him up.
he’s a pain but he’s adorable!
I have to remember to put our black cat out at night or he will wake me between 2 and 5 in the morning. He used to do this by stepping on the buttons on the answering machine, which was guaranteed to get him tossed a good distance out the door (when I could catch him). Since we got rid of the answering machine, he’s taken to yowling or climbing the blinds next to the bed.
Our old german shepherd would listen to us talk at night after going to bed, and when she’d had enough, would groan pathetically. Like she was saying, “Aren’t you people EVER going to shut up and let me sleep?”
Thanks for the link. Although my dog died 3.5 years ago. (14.5 years)
Gosh I love these types of threads!
My cat, CJ, will make this weird sighing sound after she’s done hissing at our other cat Abby. It’s like she has to get the last word:
“Raawwwwwwwwwfaassshhhhhhhhhhhh-hiiiiiiiiisssssssssss—pause* hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaa!” It’s kinda like a long “haaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” after the hissing. She’s evil.
When I come home from somewhere, Abby will run to the corrugated scratching pad and start scratching. Then, our little game begins. I put her whole body on the scratching pad…then I push her around the house. She just sits there and loves it. We call this game Choo- Choo (like a train). Everyone who sees it laughs. It’s just not right.
I need a life.
My fox terrier, Auggie, is a thief. He brings us things from the neighbors’ yards. So far, he’s brought us three sprinklers, two shoes (not from the same pair), a Tupperware bowl, and a can of bug spray. I wind up going sheepishly to the surrounding houses and asking, “Is this yours?” Luckily, Auggie is The Cutest Dog on the Planet ™, so they’ve been pretty nice about it. But that’s going to wear off one of these days, so I’m having a fence put in this week.
He also does this funny little thing with treats- instead of just gobbling them up, he'll take them to "his" spot in the living room and run around them, nipping at them a little, before he eats them. If it's a treat that he REALLY likes (like a pig ear- yeesh) he'll walk around with it in his mouth, whining, trying to find a place to hide it. Behind sofa cushions are his favorite places to hide his treasures.Well, Lillian, The World’s Dumbest Cat™, once got her head stuck in a bathroom-sized Kleenex box. Her sister Dorothy and I stood there laughing as she staggered around bumping into things. Yes, I took it off her head before she ran out of air . . .
My cat kit used to never wake me up until either my alarm went off or the phone rang, which I thought was really cute.
My cat zippy, who is quite possibly the world’s LAZIEST cat (which is saying a lot) whines and moans to be let outside, whereupon he usually goes to one or two of his favorite hiding spots and just sort of sits there, or he sits on the fence and stands guard. He’s on lite cat food and since he doesn’t even excercise when he’s outside, he hasn’t lost much weight. The funny thing is though, he’s some sort of Zen master or something. His favorite thing to do is sprawl out on the floor and look fat and sleep… but on more than one occaision I’ve seen him snap up from such a position and catch a fly in midair between his paws… and then he goes right back to sleep. It’s the funniest thing to watch.
When I get home from work and sit down on the couch to take of my work boots, our kitten Mandy runs over and waits patiently until I have taken off my stinky socks. Then I throw them to her, she buries her head in them, rolls around on the ground on top of them, bites and licks them and then finally falls asleep atop my stinky socks. She loooooooves stinky clothes that I’ve worn.
Like my undies for example. But she’s sooo cuuuuute 
My bulldog, Pia, is famous for this, too. She has random joint problems, especially in her knees (confirmed by vet). Occasionally she’ll have a flare-up because of a little too much exercise or just a really cold day and spend half a day limping a bit. If she’s feeling particularly neglected, she’ll continue to limp for another day or two at will and forget that she’s supposed to be in enormous pain. The last time she was ‘faking’, the doorbell rang and she shot like a bat out of hell to the front door, barking and jumping around. Mr. Winnie yelled “Pia!” after noticing that she wasn’t hobbling, and she turned and limped back towards us, head down, looking very injured and sullen. She’s quite the actress.
She also loves to use her “cuteness factor” to it’s highest quotient. When Mr. Winnie or I are trying to scold her for doing something bad, she sits with her shoulders slumped, head down, big brown eyes looking upward, and tries to give us her paw. It’s so friggin’ adorable and infuriating that I usually run out of the room laughing.
We have only found one (and a half) things that my dog will not eat.
He always gets his share of crackers. Triscuits are usual fare around our house for a quick snack.
Not long ago, we had a small plate of triscuits, cheese, and pepperoni. Naturally, we thought he would enjoy the crackers as well as the cheese and pepperoni. No, no. Not our dog. As long as the cheese and pepperoni were in his view, he would not eat a cracker. I guess that was not good enough for him.
It became a challenge to get him to eat a triscuit (which, remember, he usually eats right up), I tried everything. I put a mini ‘sandwich’ down, you know 2 pieces of cracker with a slice of cheese in between…he picks out just the cheese. I then put a piece of cracker into the cheese, he eats around the cracker. Finally, and I know, not the nicest thing to do, I put a cracker with the cheese right in his mouth and cup his mouth so he has to chew it. It worked! I move my hand after he swallows…ptooey…the cracker comes flying out. I laughed so hard, and I am now convinced he is more stubborn than I.
Later, the cheese and pepperoni ran out, and he was begging for a triscuit. Go figure.
Echo forgot one of our old cats who was really funny.
Bob the Cat had a unique method of letting us know that he wanted out. At the time we had a waterbed with a high headboard. He would hang around and meow, get up on the headboard and meow and then when he’d had enough, he’d jump.
Either he’d jump onto the bed next to you (Whoosh! goes the bed) or he’d jump into the middle of you.
That cat made more fast exits from the house than any other…
My chihuahua/doxie mix will take something (chew toy, treat, sock) and “bury” it in a pillow. She’ll go through the motions of digging the hole, putting in the object, and reburying it. Then she’ll just trot off, oblivious to the fact one of the other dogs is now enjoying her secret treat.
My german shepherd walks into walls sometimes…but I don’t think that counts.
Dongle’s favorite game is “Sock”
“Dongy! Go get the sock!”
He will then go and dig a sock out of the hamper.
If there are none to be found, he will gingerly pull at your sock (so as to not bite a toe) and then tug it off.
Then you play tug-o-war with him.
When you get the sock (which is rarely), you can throw it for him to fetch.
Our main goal when throwing is to have the sock land on the ceiling fan. if it lands on the fan, the game is over and you win.
The game is repeated until you win.
Upon which the loser (Dongle) will sit, staring up at the fan.
The ‘winner’ then starts to feel sorry for him and turns on the fan.
The sock is flung and the game resumes.
Georgie’s trick is that she will travel the length of the living room using only her front legs. the back legs hang limply behind her. We think she does this as a way to scratch her belly. It’s really cute though!
Also, when she is in the mood for a petting, she will ‘grab’ your hand, then she will lay down and forcefully push your hand with her paw to where she wants to be petted.
kooky dogs.
Fish can be funny too. Or sometimes just annoying.
I have a shebunkin goldfish whose name varies from Shamu, to Smacky, to Fat Bastard (he’s getting too big for the tank).
Smacky is the most appropriate name. When Smacky is hungry, he kind of “kisses” the water surface, but it’s really loud. You can hear this 3 rooms away. It’s cute during the day: “Aww, he wants food!”.
At 1 AM, though, it’s annoying. That’s when his name changes: “Shut up, ya Fat Bastard! I just fed you!”
My little bird Brat died not quite two weeks ago. But about a month ago, when my Mom was visiting for the holidays, he did something that left her breathless from laughing so hard. Mom was preparing dinner at the counter in the kitchen. Brat was fluttering between the top of the refrigerator and the tall bookcase. finding the best approach to snag some of the tasty food. Mom was on defense and had shooed him away several times. She said he finally flew to the microwave on the counter, dropped behind it and tried to sneak up, using the toaster and box of bread crumbs as cover. He was busted and sent to the cage jail.
Another time I was in the bathroom while he was flying between the bedroom and kitchen. In one room, call, fly back, in another room, call, fly back. He was a great flyer, very acrobatic. He flew into the kitchen and instead of calling, he starts screaming. “Crap, what’s he gotten into?” Arms start flying and toilet papers whirling all over as I try to get to him as quickly as possible. When I finally get into the kitchen, I see that Brat has flown into a strip of flypaper, hung up to catch fruit flies. Flypaper caught my bird. I peel him off, wash his sticky feathers and cuddle him until he bites my finger. I never used flypaper after that.
Damn, I miss his “Whatchadoin?” and “You’re a bad bad bird.”
My dog will moo if you massage his ears.
My cat will sneak up behind me when i pee, stick her head between my legs and into the toilet to see where the tinking noise is coming from which results in… well you know.