Okay, when I get from work my dog does the cutest thing. I sit down cross legged on the floor and he moves to the other side of the room and does a running leap into my lap. It is okay, he is a scottie, but it is really cute to watch. Anyway, I was wondering what cute things other peoples pets do.
Nothing terribly stupid. My dog speaks on command. No, not barks … I’m talking about multi-octave gumbling and chortling. She rolls over on command, gives “human hugs” (puts her front legs over each shoulder), and, when she’s sleeping in the “big bed,” moves to the side when I ask “Bailey, could you move down just a bit?” Not bad for a year old puppy. 
my cat fetches her toy mouse. she’s fetch anything, like balls of paper and rubber bands, but she prefers the mouse. go kitty!
My dog, Iiko, has been doing fetch for a while. One night after he had successfully fetched, I had left his squeaky toy, Spiny Norman, on the ground and walked away from him. Iiko brought Spiny Norman over and expected another treat. So now, besides “fetch,” we do “bring it here,” where I leave the toy at his feet and walk away and he picks up the toy and trots over to me.
Whenever there are more than one person in the room, I can say “Riffer, where’s your bone?” and he will go nuts running from person to person looking for his chew bone.
The second dog my family had was a lab-retriever mix from the pound. She was so smart and so cute.
She loved going to the park. Her favorite part was the really tall slide! She learned how to climb a ladder (yes, a ladder) and then cross the swinging bridge and then plant herself at the top of the slide to coast her way down. Then she would race around to the ladder and do it again. It was hysterical. She was so happy to do it, too!
After sliding for awhile, she would run to the drinking fountain and wait for one of us to hit the button so she could stand up and drink the water.
Great dog. I miss her greatly.
No matter how anti-social Çebeaux may be feeling, if I get on my hands and knees he will make his way over and begin walking around underneath me, stopping every now to pop up his head for a kiss.
And if I crawl, he will come along…
When Gryffin was a kitten, I stepped on his little paw. Drowning in guilt, I gave him about a million kitty treats (the Pounce ones). Now, when he really wants a Pounce, and we don’t seem to be leaping up from the couch and pausing the video and racing to the kitchen to get him a Pounce, he will start limping. It’s a riot! The first few times we were worried that he was hurt, then we realized what he was doing.
My dog can pee on the carpet!
Well, he is a puppy, so I guess that’s not anything special.
My mom has a pair of ancient Shi-Tzus (little dustmoppy dogs), Spike and Cricket. Cricket is fourteen(!) and Spike is eleven, and are starting to move from the “pet” category into the “furniture” category. I love torturing the little furballs with my laser pointer.
Spike goes absolutly apeshit chasing the little laser pointer dot. He’s still an energetic little guy, but his brain’s become feeble with age and just hasn’t grasped that he can’t run on the polished marble floor of my mom’s new house.
What I love to do is to wind Spike up on the carpeting, get him to really gain momentum, then move the laser dot onto the marble, and hopefully in Crickets direction.
It sounds like this:
RamwrRamwrRamwr! RAMWR! RAMWR!! RAMWR!! SkitterSkitterSkitterskitter!! Bamp! Snarl!!
Cool.
I have one malamute-black lab-Rottweiler mix and one black lab-whippit-and who knows what mix. Both of my dogs call me “Mrwa-Mrwa”. Back before we had air conditioning and the dogs lived in the house full time, one of them would beg for ice out of the fridge. He’d sit at the door and say (for lack of a better word, bark’s not quite right either) “Hice. Hice. Hice.” When he was a puppy he used to call my husband, “Rmm-Rmm”. There was a board across our carport to keep water from rushing into our dining room so when our little car pulled over the board it sounded like, “rmm(front wheels)…rmm(back wheels)”. He also asks to go outside by saying “Owwww!” instead of barking or whining. Of course he does none of this on command so only people who are fortunate enough to be around when it happens can testify to this. Thank goodness that enough people have heard it that I don’t think I’m crazy.
One year when my large dog was very young it sleeted every weekend for 3 weeks and didn’t melt much in between. My dog developed a love of running as fast as he could toward the shed in the back of the yard and then stopping so he’d slide. Sometimes he’d knock his head on the shed and get up stumbling. That was his truly stupid pet trick.