This morning my husband decided to do the dishes so he turned on the water to fill up the sink. Then he came into the office to chat with me for a minute while he waited. He must have lost track of time because all the sudden Soloman (who was in his usual position in front of the heater) started barking. We thought someone was at the front door so we came running out to see who it was and he wasn’t barking at the door, he was barking into the kitchen, at the sink. It was just about to start overflowing onto the floor. Soloman IS the next LASSIE. Now all I have to do is find a Timmy to throw into well so I can prove it to world!
Our Bichon has decided that she’s not going up or down the stairs without someone watching her. She stands, waits, and whines, at the top or bottom until someone comes to make sure she’s OK with the journey.
Not really a “Lassie” moment, but not worthy of a separate thread either.
It really is endearing that she somehow “knows” that she’ll be OK if we’re watching her. It makes me smile every time.
We have a “Lassie” cat. Cassy comes to get us if one of the other kitties gets into trouble. Like the time Max shut Lil’ in the closet.
She also attends anyone in the household who falls ill. She’ll lie next to, or on top of the sick person, purring. She stayed with me for 6 days when I had the flu, only leaving to eat or use the litter box.
Max thinks he’s a guard dog. When a stranger comes to the door he fluffs up and growls. Of course, he stays far back in the room just in case he has to run for help. 
My cat had a sort of Lassie moment.
I lived in half a house at the time, I had the driveway and my neighbour got the hall and front door. This meant my place was just a series of rooms one after the other with the entrance at the rear of the property.
My cat came bolting into the bedroom one day, crying piteously. His fur was up, his eyes were huge, all the symptoms of stressed out cat.
I tried to comfort him, but he wouldn’t let me touch him, springing back away from my hand and crying again.
I followed him out of the bedroom and through the lounge, by this stage he was doing the ‘run a half dozen steps ahead and check over the shoulder’ thing.
He’d adopted a feral kitten (long story for another time, another thread) and I started to think it had been run over as we lived on a main road.
Through the lounge and into the kitchen. Og help me I started to *ask *him what was wrong.
He just carried on with the whole ‘Timmy’s stuck in the well’ behaviour until I followed him out the kitchen, through the laundry and around to the driveway, where he led me right back to the outside of the bedroom window at the front of the house.
Waiting until I had almost caught up to him, having circled the house, my cat jumped in the bedroom window and began washing himself nonchalantly.
Bastard feline had faked me out!
I loved that cat.
In our ancesteral house at my village, when we say our prayers at about 8 PM or so daily, our pet dog also will enter the room we are sitting in and stay till we complete saying the prayers. ( Our cats also did the same 
) We close the door after he enters from the porch.
One day after the prayers, my father opened the door for the dog to go out. The dog just stepped outside , and as if by electric shock , recoiled back into the room barking ferociously. We switched on the lights ( from inside)to find that a cobra made itself comfortable on the door mat, where we would just step out from the room. :eek:
But for the dog my father would have stepped right on top of the cobra , because the switch was right outside the door and that was his routine…
We had some amazing dogs and cats ! 
Life in a village is priceless …
My cat C.C. is a reluctant Lassie.
One day, when I hadn’t seen my cat Rex for awhile, I went over to where C.C. was lounging and asked her, “Where’s Rex?” I swear, she heaved a sigh, got up off the couch, and led me to the furnace room door. Rex had followed my mother inside earlier in the day, and she’d locked him in there by accident.
The part that made it so hilarious was that C.C.'s expression was so annoyed. Like, “You’re interrupting my nap just so I can save this little moron?”
You’re lucky. My dog is so not a Lassie, she peed and pooped all over the kitchen floor this morning. I can forgive the poop because she’s on a diet food* that makes her poop all day long and it scoops up easily but there’s no excuse for the pee. She’s getting older but not that old so she’ll be sleeping in her crate at night now. She also has to bark anytime the neighbor gets a visitor or a cat runs throw the yard. She lives with several cats but cats outside must be barked at.
At least she’s amusing. Despite all her bluster at outside cats and her somewhat scary appearance she’s a total wimp with my cats and one of them in particular has chased her numerous times. She dearly wants to play with them and she keeps trying to get them to play, but I think she’s finally learned not to try to play with PurrAnna. One or two of them will actually play with her by laying on the couch or a table and swatting her on the head, she thinks it’s great and just stands there wiggling back and forth with a stupid grin on her face.
*Re: The diet, a recent weigh in showed she’s lost over 10 pounds and is within 4 pounds of her goal weight so we can switch to a maintenance food soon. Yay!
This one made me laugh out loud (sorry, cow-orkers). Thanks.
I keep trying to teach my dog and my brother’s dog to “Lassie” for me. I’ll lie on the floor and howl and yelp, and cry “help me! Help help!” Sometimes I’ll even have my brother smack me around.
The little dog (brother’s dog) gets absolutely scared and stands still, far from me. My dog stands over me and watches for a minute, then tries to remove my socks from my feet (and if no socks, tries to remove my feet!)
Useless, those two!