All three of the dogs I’ve had in the past 10 years have eaten a bee and suffered the face swelling consequences of it. But none of them acted like they were in any physical pain even when poked and prodded.
My current dog regularly eats leaves off the bushes in the back yard. He seems to like them.
He has also brought me breakfast in bed (dead squirrel). It was not cute. There are no more squirrels anywhere near my house now, they used to be everywhere.
My must-be-a-nonagenarian-in-cat-years cat (she’s 19) is surprisingly spry. However, she likes to assume the meatloaf position (you know – hunkered down with her front paws folded under her body) on the back of the sofa, where she can bask in a little sun. More often than not, she falls asleep and then falls off the sofa. A light thud, and then she hops back up onto the sofa back with that “I meant to do that” look on her face.
One of the dogs (Beagle/Pug) eats the other dogs’ poop.
One of the other dogs (Beagle/Corgi) ate horse poop.
The more I know these two, the more I’m convinced that cats aren’t the only animals with 9 lives.
One of my dogs got into the habit of climbing on the back of the sofa and sleeping there. (like freckafrees’ cat) At that time, we had a sofa with heavy cushioning and there was plenty of room for a little dog to stretch out. We recently bought new furniture with no pillowing at the top. Damn dog still tries to lay down on the little space on top and falls off each and every day because the sofa isn’t against any wall. It has been four months now.
When Brown Cat does that, I call it the “Cat Nugget” position.
When my cat Cookie Monster was a kitten:
When she wanted to go outside, she would locate the box that the collar is in and push it onto the floor, then look around her in a confused manner. I presume she has a dotcom startup view of things:
The same logic applies to vibrating phones being used as alarm clocks:
So when she’s hungry she bats mobile phones around, and looks confused because no food magically appears.
When she wants to leave a room and the door is just ajar, she pulls at it with her claws, when all she needs to do is push it open with her head.
And finally, she stands the hinge side of the garden door waiting to be let in. Then looks shocked when it opens the other side, and grumpily walks around. Every. Single. Time. Five years now.
I love her. 
One of my rabbits often tries to hump the other - they’re both male, and have neutering scheduled in their near future. The humpee discovered that he could roll his eyes and put up with the humping, or run away, or put his butt in a corner (like the litter box). When the humper sees that the targeted hind end is stuffed in a corner, he’s started to paw at the back of the humpee, as if he’s digging, to get him to move into an accessible position.
Except that now humper-bunny has apparently become confused, and will occasionally start pawing for “access” at humpee-bunny when the chosen option that time was “just sit there and deal with it.” :smack:
Our liquor stores give wine bottles in paper bags. If I leave the bag lying around on the floor and my cat finds it, he shoves his head into it. The open end fits his head just snug. He then walks around blindly, with his head stuck in the long bag, until he hits an obstacle. This could happen withn a few feet from where he started or from one end of the hallway to the other.
He then shakes his head to free himself and after a few tries does manage to throw the bag off. He then looks around to see where he is and then puts his head in the bag again.
Rinse lather repeat until the bag is no longer good enough to fit his stupid head.
One my my cats likes to go in cupboards. Dumb as she is, she can figure out how to use her paw to open one up, then slink in.
She absolutely cannot figure out how to get out, though - when all getting out would involve is pushing her way out.
Our Corgi eats clothes pins that have fallen off the line. Miraculously she has not attempted to eat the springs, only the wood.
I had a Scottish Terrier who would dream and start barking at whatever was in his dream (waking himself up).
He would then then run around the apartment/house trying to find that damned dog who woke him up with his barking.
:rolleyes:
I also had a basset hound.
At night before we go to bed I try my best to pet Joey. He does NOT want to be petted before bed though. He wants to sleep next to me or on top of me but he doesn’t want pettings. When does he want to be petted, you ask? Exactly 40 minutes before the alarm goes off in the morning. He stands next to me, screams and howls, and then forces his head under my hand.
Didn’t you know? Horse poop is a doggy delicacy! I know few dogs who can resist the temptation.
This.
Ka-tunk Ka-tunk Ka-tunk
“Lucy, quit opening the cupboard!”
Ka-tunk Ka-tunk Ka-tunk
Three minutes of quiet then…
CLANG thud CRASH
Another minute of quiet…
scritch scritch
I ended up on the floor crying with laughter. TheKid came out to see what was going on, saw the door of the cupboard where the pots and pans are open a fraction then close, followed by a little meow? and a scritch scritch - and she was on the floor beside me laughing.
We let her out once we could breathe.
The next night?
Ka-tunk Ka-tunk Ka-tunk
I don’t believe Lucy ever lived anywhere with stairs, otherwise I would have to believe she’s too ‘pretty’ to figure out how to run up them without tripping over herself and tumbling down a few. Every darn time.
Winston my beagle mix is the fartingest dog i ever saw. And he reeks. He loves to play tug of war . He farts out loud when he pulls. He is affectionately named “Winnie the Poop”. He is a year and a half old and the vet has no explanation.
The family Kitty is 16 and still very graceful - no catproofing has ever been needed around her - but she has taken to jumping on the dining table at mealtimes. This led to an alarming incident recently when the table was formally laid with a lacy cloth, good china and such, and Kitty attempted to climb up the lace fringe, as if it were a kind of rope ladder. Fortunately humans intervened and nothing was broken, spilled, torn or injured.
Is there any flavor of poop a dog won’t try to eat?
Not mine, but my sister’s. One year he tried to bite a porcupine; bad idea. She held out faint hope that next time he saw a porcupine he would think “that hurts to bite. I won’t do it again.” She figured, though, that he would either think “that thing hurt me last time; I’m going to bite it in revenge” or possibly “Hey! Porcupine! Tasty!”
Several years later, another trip to the emergency vet to remove quills from his face and mouth.
One of our cats is spatially challenged. She’ll go to the litter box and carefully scoop out a hole to use but forget to move herself towards the hole. Then she’ll look confused and then take another few minutes to cover up the hole she made while the poop sits on the side, untouched. The ridiculous part is that she’s been doing this her entire life and she still hasn’t learned the right way to do things. One of the other cats was grossed out enough to try and teach her, but no, that lesson didn’t take either.
My friend’s cat back in middle school had the uncanny er… “talent” to run into walls if you snapped your fingers. It was somewhat odd.
