Post the funniest thing you've ever seen an animal do.

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We have a pug. Pugs are hours of cheap entertainment. It’s like living with a midget clown who always wants to perform.

Every so often, she’ll get so excited that she goes “pug crazy.” That means running around and around in a little circle at very high speed, making jubilant snuffling noises all the while. It’s hilarious to watch, especially when she runs so fast that she wipes out trying to make the curve.

One other thing comes to mind: we moved into our house in December, and it was too cold to do the sod and sprinklers. They came in April to install those. Well, the pugbeast was not used to the sprinklers AT all. We were in back, checking out the system, watching the heads come up in each zone. One half of the yard was being watered, the other was where the pug was running around and playing.

Then, the system changed zones. All of a sudden, there was the pug, standing on the lawn, surrounded by unexplained falling water. She was so shocked and confused that she didn’t even move, just hunkered down and looked around like, “What the hell is happening!! Why the abuse?!” It was so pathetic. And, she was maybe a foot from the patio, which was bone dry. Finally, she listened to us and came into the Dry Place, and all was well again.

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I have two. One thanks to a pair of lovebirds: we had recently come home from a trip, and were sorting and cleaning shells from the beach. We had the birds out of their cage, and they both came to “help” with the shells at the table. The male managed to pick up a large shell, use his beak to flip it over his head, then calmly turn around and scare the crap out of the female. He also used to try so hard to build lego with my little bro.

The other was my first dog. An arrogant thing, but deep down quite a wimp. One day we were walking by a local junkyard. Two rough dogs on the other side of the fence, barking at my dog while he prances along, peeing on the fence every few feet. He had them exactly where he wanted them. Until he reached the opening in the fence :smack: He stood stock still, trembling, for what seemed like forever. After that incident, I kid you not, he learned to fake an injury if another dog scared him. We’d be playing at the park, another dog would look at him funny, he’d yelp then limp his way to hide behind me.

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There was a shopping bag lying on its side, on the floor next to my computer. I had left it there so the cats could crawl inside and sleep. Well, my 1-year-old cat had that in mind, except she got her head through the bag’s handle, while the rest of her was in the bag. I remember thinking “this is not going to end well.” She suddenly realized that her head was stuck, and panicked. She tried to run with all four legs inside the bag, but her head stuck in the handle. What ensued was lots of head-over-tail-over-head . . . out of the room and tumbling down an entire flight of stairs, around the living room, around the dining room, and suddenly crashing into a chair, at which point the bag broke and the cat emerged, dazed. She remained dazed for a few hours.

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I’ve posted a version of this story here before, but the funniest thing I’ve seen involving an animal started as a routine grilling session. I lived in an upstairs apartment, and the entrance door faced a balcony. Had my grill out there. Also had a glass storm door. KC, Lord of the Sarengeti, my 20someodd pound tomcat liked to supervise such proceedings from air conditioned comfort behind the storm door. My neighbor had his Dad visting. NeighborDad brought along his Great Dane. Neighbor was a friendly sort, and stepped outside to chat, introduce me to NeighborDad, etc. NeighborDad decides to take Great Dane for a walk, and went inside to leash the dog.

This would probably be a good time to mention that KC, Lord of the Sarengeti, HATED dogs. All dogs. Apparently especially Great Danes.

NeighborDad comes out of Neighbor’s apartment with Great Dane on a leash.

KC, Lord of the Sarengeti, sees Great Dane.

KC, Lord of the Sarengeti, transmogifies himself into the Demon Kitty from Hell. Seriously. He’s already a huge cat. Now he is a seriously pissed off huge cat. Has every hair on his body standing on end. Tail puffed out like a pipe cleaner on steroids. Flames shooting out of his nostrils. Laserbeams of Rage from the eyes. A noise unlike anything I’d ever heard came out of that cat. An unholy scream of primal rage.

KC, Lord of the Sarengeti launches himself, with great force, at the storm door. He makes a valiant effort to claw through the glass to get him some Great Dane.

Great Dane panics. The look of absolute horror on that dog’s face was unforgettable. Great Dane bolts for the stairs, dragging NeighborDad behind him. Around the corner, down the steps, NeighborDad bouncing off of railings, furniture, stairs, vehicles, and pavement as the dog crosses the parking lot. Great Dane finally stops about 100 yards away. NeighborDad is battered and bleeding, but otherwise not seriously injured. Neighbor is worried about NeighborDad. Oakie is having trouble breathing, and wiping tears from his eyes.

KC, Lord of the Sarengeti demorgifies slowly back to normal huge kitty that is VERY PROUD OF HIMSELF. He claimed his proper tribute from my steak, of course, then immediately returned to guard duty…just hoping Great Dane would dare to invade his balcony again.

Great Dane was never seen at that apartment complex again. Neither was NeighborDad

Sadly, KC, Lord of the Sarengeti is waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge. I will always miss that cat.

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Sorry if this offends anyone, but this cat masturbating is the funniest damn thing I’ve seen in a long time.

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As promised, Bun Bun and Bilbo

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That’s adorable!

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Long ago, Sadie the (deceased) VunderDog was found stuck the the crotch of a crabapple tree. Presumably, she was chasing a squirrel.
Now, Loki the current VunderDog has learned to bark at the back door when he wants to come inside. The twist is that he barks at the back door, then runs like hell to the front door to be let in… :rolleyes:

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An American Woodcock, maybe doing a mating ritual. Three steps forward two steps back. repeat for a long time, otherwise it was a neurotic bird.

A Sun Bear in a zoo doing a mating ritual or once again it was a neurotic animal. Step forward turning head right, quick pause, step forward turning head left, quick pause, do it a couple more times forward, and then rewind to the starting spot.

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Let’s see…

My Emmy proved herself to be a kick-ass big sister right after my son was born last year. My father-in-law had stopped by during my maternity leave when my little guy was about three weeks old to see his grandson. He took the baby from me, sat down in the recliner, and held him. Emmy walked over to the recliner, sat right in front of him, and just stared.

Then the baby started to fuss.

Emmy moved closer and closer to the recliner until she was right up on my father-in-law’s legs, and I have NEVER seen such a glare come out of my sweet little girl cat (she really is the sweetest cat I’ve ever had). She gave him the look of death that meant “What in the HELL are you doing to my baby, huh?”. My FIL looked down at her, and looked at me, and said “If looks could kill, I would have been dead by now.”.

And then there was the time that Oscar, who is usually this sophisticated long-haired black cat who just exudes an air of “I am the KING!”. Well, we had one of those 24-packs of Pepsi that came in the cube box. It was empty and sitting next to the refrigerator while we waited for trash day.

He decided to look in the top and see what was in there. And proceeded to get the box stuck on his head. So we have this usually-sophisticated (and rather snotty sometimes) cat running around our kitchen with a Pepsi cube stuck on his head. And he wouldn’t stop long enough for us to get it off, so for five minutes, he was running into things with this big box on his head.

E.

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OMFG!

:::mopping up tears and coffee:::

**bus guy ** and oakminster, the next time either of you posts about an animal, warn folks, wouldja? my keyboard has now been decorated twice with coffee this morning! :smiley:

i have two. a former boyfriend once owned a rottweiler, which, to shamelessly steal a phrase from anaamika, was *also * not the sharpest tool in the shed. we were stretched out in bed watching tv, not long after he’d moved into a new place, and FB turns to me with an evil grin and said, ‘watch this.’ he proceeds to knock heavily on the wall behind the bed. what he DIDN’T tell me was that the rott, all 110 pounds of her, had managed to squeeze herself under the bed.

cue magic fingers, doggy-style. :stuck_out_tongue:

the entire bed turned into a roller coaster ride of epic proportions, accompanied by sound effects issuing from underneath that would make a darkhound from the dresden files books sound like a peekapoo by comparison.

FB is howling with laughter, the dog is in meltdown, i know i ‘eeked!’ more than once and had a deathgrip on the mattress. at last, she worked herself out from underneath the bed and roared toward the front door at high speed, sounding like death incarnate on the march. it was several minutes before she realized there wasn’t anyone at the door.

years ago, murphy, my now-elderly tuxedo, used to love chasing laser pen lights. FB had it out one night, and much to his consternation and mine, accidently sent my cat over the balcony. one minute there’s murphy chasing away at his favorite light. the next, we see him literally suspended in mid-air.

he had time for one terrified look back at us before he dropped out of sight.

fortunately, he was uninjured, altho i was scared to death for a few minutes. it was after all a ten foot drop! didn’t faze him in the least. he came back up the stairs looking for more, but FB decided they were both done for the night.

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I can’t believe that no one has mentioned this one yet.

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1-year-old golden retriever puppy + brand new doggy booties + snow = can’t stop laughing for an hour.

Dolly was so traumatized by being held down to have booties put on her that she was more eager to run away than to try to get them off. Once they were on her feet she bounded out into the yard, shaking each foot out to the side while trying to run. I don’t think any of her feet went forward. It was the definition of “flailing.” Funniest goddamn thing I have ever seen a dog do in my life.

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We used to have a patio with a shelf at about eye level, and a large black cat who liked to lay on it. One day when he was out there, I came along and somehow happened to lock eyes with the kitty. He stared at me for a few moments, and then sprang…splat!..directly into the glass door which separated us. He skidded down the glass on his flattened face just like a cartoon cat.

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Dearly departed Snowball was a tiny little ball of white fluff (about 5 lbs) but she was the reigning monarch of DeCasa DeVena. One day, DeHusband grilled a flank steak that 12 inches square and left in on the counter to rest before carving. He never got a chance. We look up and see tiny Snowball very carefully lugging the steak that was bigger than she down the hall.

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I had a dog that was afraid of his own farts. I clearly recall being in the living room one day when he cut a rather loud, human-sounding one. He took one very alarmed look at his own ass and bolted from the room.

He was also afraid of my husband’s farts, but I really can’t blame him there.

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I have several that it’s hard to pick from.

Our little cat, Emily, all 6-1/2 lbs of her, used to love to try to chase birds who were at the bird feeder clipped onto the rail of our balcony. She’d hide underneath the grill cover, and then leap out at the sparrows and doves and whatnot.

Until one day she leaped out…at a blue jay. Who was probably bigger than he was. He gave her a contemptuous look and knocked her off the rail (fortunately back onto the balcony, not down into the yard!) with his wing. Needless to say, she never went after a blue jay again!

We also had a silly golden retriever, Casey, who like all dogs loved to bark at squirrels. One squirrel, who we named Porky, figured out how to hang by his back toes from the edge of the allegedly squirrel-proof bird feeder and help himself. Then he learned a new, even more fun game: Come over and tap on the glass. Casey would go insane barking at him, while he sat there and laughed at her. When she’d finally calm down, Porky would rinse and repeat. That was the perfect combination of dumb dog/smart squirrel!

Emily also loves to chase her tail. On more than one occasion, she’s also managed to catch it. Have you ever tried to pry a snarling, writhing, hissing cat’s claws out of her own tail while avoiding injury at the same time? It shouldn’t be funny, but you’d think after the first time she’d know better!

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Possibly not THE funniest, but the most recent funny thing: The Kea “Happy Dance”:

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Well, there’s this.

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My budgie. Used to perch on any glass left out, hang from the edge and drink out of the bottom. On one occasion it was too close to the bottom. He fell in. And then pulled the cat move, “That didn’t happen and anyway I meant to do that.”. There is nothing funnier than a wet embarassed budgie.