My husband & I rescued a 3 year old pit bull from a man who kept him on a 4 foot towchain for his entire life. (He was going to shoot the dog because he wouldn’t “turn mean”). We had the dog (Hoby) for about a week, when an acquaitance of ours invited us to stop by a bar he frequented. We went there & it was a biker bar; when several of the patrons heard that we had a pit bull in the car they wanted us to bring him in. We did, & Hoby had the time of his life. Everyone was happy to see him & he had the run of the bar. People were buying jerky snacks for him & giving him beer in (clean) ashtrays. We couldn’t believe how well behaved he was considering his life up to that time. We should have monitored his alcohol intake, because when we got home my husband had to carry Hoby into the house. Other than that, Hoby had a wonderful time.
Our other dog, a large black lab named Thor loved to swim. One year we rented a cottage right by a lake, & Thor was able to swim to his heart’s content. I tried to swim with him, but that dog left me like I was treading water. It is a good memory of an extremely loyal & loving companion who is no longer with us.
My dog, an Australian Shepard named Julius, really likes to chase just about any animal, as long as it’s smaller than he is. There was one walk on a local golf course a few months ago where in the space of about forty-five minutes, he got to persue two muskrats, two geese, a whole family of ducks, and a huge number of rabbits. He didn’t catch any of them, needless to say, but he doesn’t seem to get discouraged. Still, probably the most fun that he’s ever had was when we accidentally left a lot of chicken leftovers too close to the edge of the kitchen counter.
Ladybug, my 5YO black lab mix, loves to GO! Anywhere, anytime, for any reason (vet included). So her most fun ever was when we took her to the lake in the truck, let her chase ducks, took her out in the boat, and she got to sniff the fish that “Dad” caught. 
Jasmine, our 5 mo. old mutt puppy, is just enjoying the heck out of life in a non-abusive home. She has Ladybug to play with, me and “Dad” to love her, and the cats to chase and torment. 
Our dog, enthusiastic but demented little beastie that she is, seems to have the most fun playing her own homemade version of “tag” with us when we first enter the apartment. (She runs away, then towards us, then away, then towards us, in loopy circles while squatting low and looking up at us over her shoulder; then races 110 mph to the other side of the room, then races back, suddenly veering away when she gets within 2 feet of us, all the while making these peculiarly ecstatic panting/choking sounds; repeats x 490).
Chasing the cat toys is a close second.
I guess trying to get to the peanut butter that I’ve very carefully crammed into the tightest creases of her rawhide “chewies” would make the short list, too.
Lobo the Super-Dog got out of his enclosed yard one time and within about 9 seconds caught and killed the neighbors cat.
He also convinced my buddy to take him for a walk after buddy had been drinking. Lobo started to run fast and caused buddy to stub his toe, breaking it on a bad sidewalk joint, falling down and skinning up his hands and knees real bad. Lobo returned to the scene of the crime and licked his forehead.
He also head-butted this same guy one day when this dude was pretending to eat Lobo’s food. Dude got down on his hands and knees and went for Lobo’s dish and Lobo promptly gave him a speculative, mouth-open head-butt. Friend puts his hand to the side of his head and starts yelling, “He bit my ear off! He bit my ear off!”. It was just a little slobber, not blood.
Lobo was the coolest dog ever! RIP, Lobo!
so, it’s ok to give dogs beer so long as it’s in a clean ashtray?
Why would anyone try and get a dog drunk?
Is it supposed to be funny?
Hoby loves beer (as does our pot-bellied pig) and we don’t see any harm in letting him have a little, now & then. It was our fault he got drunk, & we have never let it happen again. I don’t believe anyone was purposely trying to get Hoby drunk; we were so delighted to see him enjoying himself after the totally shitty life he had endured up to then. And no, it’s not supposed to be funny.
flowers,
I know you don’t mean any harm, but alcohol (and the hops in beer) is potentialy poisonous to dogs.
Even a little “every now and then” can cause harm.
It may have been delightful to see your dog having a blast, but we can’t count on dogs to know what’s good for them.
That’s our job as owners.
my 2 cents, is all.
Dog A (Cassie, the world’s happiest Labrador Retriever, which is saying something) would say: “The most fun? The MOST fun? Today, when you got up. That was the most fun. Oh, and yesterday, at daycare, when I ran around all day, that was the most fun. And the day before, when those wonderful people came over, that was the most fun.”
But I would say, for her, that the most fun she’s ever had was probably her first day at daycare. Her brain short-circuited from all the fun she was having. A runner-up might be the day that I stupidly left her alone in the kitchen immediately after I’d taken the homemade bread out of the oven and set it on the counter to cool. She was a puppy then, and I didn’t know about counter-surfing. I also didn’t know that a 30-pound puppy could eat 4 pounds of fresh bread in 2 minutes with no ill effects. (And still be hungry for dinner.) Live and learn.
Dog B (Brick, the world’s most anxious creature) would say: “The most fun? The most FUN? What is this concept known as fun? The world only ended twice today. I guess that was pretty fun.”
But I would say, for him, that the most fun he ever had was the day he discovered you - or, more specifically, he - could eat the pear-shaped green things that hang from the (avocado) tree in the back yard. In what seemed to be a matter of minutes, he had accumulated a collection of pits that would rival a guacamole factory’s. Of course, that fun was followed by approximately three hours of barfing and two days of diarrhea, but still…it was fun. And for him, a runner-up would probably be the day he actually caught the opossum. (The opossum survived, and learned a valuable lesson about a) taunting dogs and b) the footspeed of an eager Greyhound.)
Actually, BNB, I had a dog that voluntarily slurped up beer at every possible opportunity. Don’t know where he got the habit but he lived until a ripe old age. Leave a glass on a table and he’d sidled up for a lick or two. As alchol is potentially poisonous to humans as well, it there something specifically detramental to canines that I’m not aware?
Now back to OP:
I have 3 of the most muttly crew that you’ve ever seen and all 3 consider it the very highlight of their respective lives to cruise country roads in the back of my pick’em up. They bark up a storm and I’ve translated it to mean: “we’re going for a ride and you’re not ,we’re going for a ride and you’re not we’re going for a ride and your not…”
jlzania,
my friend has a rescue for Basset Hounds.
One of her dogs has pretty bad liver problems due to consuming a vast quantity of alcohol.
were the liver problems caused by the quantity consumed?
I honestly don’t know.
but I do know that many sites on dog care list alchol as a toxin:
this article here mainly describes alcohol’s effects on cats
this here is a more complete list of toxins
as is this one
while a ‘bit’ of beer may not kill your dog, I don’t think it’s worth the risk to find out.
As for the dog voluntarily drinking the stuff, I don’t doubt it.
I had a dog that would voluntarily eat poo at every possible opportunity. Go figure. Dogs have weird tastes!
Sorry to come off so strong. It’s just a sore subject with me.
My friend’s Basset is a beautiful sweet dog. It doesn’t deserve to be in this kind of condition. 
I agree. Dogs will scarf up chocolate if given the chance. But as I understand it, it works as a neurotoxin in dogs. It doesn’t matter if they enjoy eating/drinking something or not. It doesn’t make it any less harmful.
Anyway, to answer the OP:
In Winter I would dress up in my full outdoor wear. Thick jacket and sweater, with my tough jeans and snow pants. Also I put on a touque to protect my head. At which point I ran up and gave my dog a push. At which point she jumped up at me and bit at my arm. I spent half an hour just wrestling with her. And um, she won. What can I say? She was vicious.
Wearia
Hmmm…tough question. The most fun my Bloodhound Clem ever had was the time when he was still a puppy and managed to knock over the trash after a party. He had cake, and fruit, and bean dip, and guacamole, and some coffe grounds, and some paper, and some nacho chips, and some popcorn and pretzels, and lots and lots of spaghetti and tomato sauce. Then he chewed up the TV remote and a pair of shoes somebody left. That was a great day. Then there was the day last autumn when we took him to a state park and let him trail one of us all day long.
For my pitbull, the most fun ever would be the day we brought our rescue kitten Mojo home. Because Mojo thinks Sammy is her mom. And Sammy loves this. Sammy licks Mojo, and plays with Mojo, and used to become very upset whenever we had to give Mojo a pill for the respiratory infection she had. They’re best friends now. If I had a scanner, I would post pictures of Mojo sleeping on Sammy’s head, a favorite spot.
For both of them, the most recent most fun ever would have to be last week, when we went to visit my mom and her pig, JubJub. All three of them ran around the house all day and made big messes, which was a blast. And then JubJub showed the dogs her favorite game: roll in the mud patch out back, and then go swimming in the kiddie-pool. A good time was had by all.
About 20 years I had a terrier named Fergus. One day, I was walking down the hall of my parents house with a ham sandwich in my hand.
The little son of a bitch came running down the hall from behind me, jumped up, snatched the sandwich, ran under the couch, and ate the sandwich.
Then you ought to hear my father tell about Fergus and the hot grease, but I wasn’t there that day.
We will no longer give Hoby beer. Or wine coolers.
tell us about fergus and the hot grease, please.
Dogs are total goofs.
But canny goofs.
They’re pack animals, so anything you’re ingesting sho fair game, right? The alpha’s are doin’ it, hmmm?)
(pant, pant; hopeful, wistful pup eyes)
Fortunately they can be faked out in a skinny minute by something as simple as carbonated water. It fizzes, they slurp, sneeze, dance, wag–have a fine old time with their pack on nothing more complicated than bubbles.
Back to the OP…
My loyal, gorgeous woofer (half shepherd/half black lab) doesn’t understand why we don’t run miles. Wimpy, “dog-skiing” romps don’t count. (I’m a gasping wreck after 2 miles.) Fortunately the local Parks Dept. built a dog park: lots of other woofers (GREAT sniffs), no leashes and plenty of grass and space to just tear away.
She just flat out runs–explodes out, ass for teakettle–then settles down to the serious business of socializing, butt-sniffing, romping and wrestling and just being a DOG.
I’ve never been blessed with a better image of pure, blissed-out, undemanding joy.
Veb
Admitted dog nut
our other pit bull. My husband used to be an OTR trucker, & Nigel rode with him for a while. There was a husband & wife trucker team who worked for the same company, & they had a Dalmatian named Abby. They ran into each other at the main terminal several times, & Nigel & Abby became great friends. They played together, ran together, & just generally had lots of fun. Nigel is 4 years old going on 13 weeks, so he loves everyone & every other dog.
…and then I never even answered the OP.
we have two Boston Terriers:
a boy, Dongle, and a girl Georgie.
Dongle loves life. He is almost never without a smile on his face (really).
We went on vacation (before we got Georgie) and put Dongle in a kennel. It was a nice kennel and loads of dogs for him to play with were there (he is very social). But he is very attached to us and had a miserable time. When we came to pick him up, he was so happy! He was jumping and running and bouncing off the wall.
On a more usual note, he is most happy when he is out playing with his hard ball. He always pops balls and we finally found one that he can not (try as he may) destroy.
Georgie, on the other hand, is much more sedate. She loves to be petted. Once we had a party and she went from guest to guest, allowing them to give her belly rubs. It was a good hour or two of pure bliss for her.
Three words.
Tug. Of. War.
Pull on anything, and Bailey will happily pull back.
Other than that, she probably gets most excited when I pull out sneakers. I don’t wear ever wear tennis shoes unless I’m exercising, so she just sees these shoes, and assumes she’s going for a walk. SHe is very talkative, and will start running around, cooing and grunting and growling and yowling and yipping until I get her leash. Then, the party REALLY starts!
The most fun I’ve ever had with my dog is in the back yard, with the remote control humvee I got SO for his birthday.
Talk about entertainment- I’ve never seen dogs try to get so medieval on something in my life!