I used to have a rabbit, Freckle, which had an unusual weapon.
If he was angry and you didn’t heed his foot stomping, he’d
whip himself around and forcefully spray pee at you!
One of my cats, Meep, likes to lick the sink after water has been run in it. She’d much rather have “wild” sink water than the boring old water in her dish. In fact, if you get near her in a place where a sink is nearby, she’ll meow and lead you in there, then jump up and wait for you to run water so she can lick it. 
Sometimes we run the water into our cupped hands and let her have her own little fountain. She likes that too. Spoiled? Nah!
See, I’ve got this fishtank, and inside the fishtank is a big rectangular rock propped up in the corner, so there are openings on the side, the back and the top that my fishies can swim through. I have one fish, a Cherry Barb, that likes to swim straight up, out the top, and back around the side under the rock (in a circle), then out the top, and back around under, then out the top, and back around under… repeat about 100 times. It is quite amusing.
I also used to live with a dog, Diamond, a rotweiller german sheperd mix who liked to watch animals on TV. He’d be lying on the floor, paying absolutely no attention to what was on the tube, unless you changed the channel to something with animals on. Dogs, cats, lions, horses, it didn’t matter, he’d jump up, go right up to the TV and start whining and snuffling and smearing snot all over the screen. I miss that dog.
One of my cats will eat used foam earplugs. I guess she likes the taste of our earwax :rolleyes: My husband and I always have to make sure we put our earplugs away after waking up, or inevitably one will come up missing and a couple of days later will be a puddle of cat puke with an earplug practically doubled in size. She doesn’t seem to care if they make her barf. Stupid cat. But I love her anyway 
My dog Hector chases his tail. Not that unusual, I know…but he quite frequently catches it. Once he has his tail in his mouth he starts spinning in place rapidly until he loses his balance and the tail ‘escapes’, after which he will chase it again.
Hector’s a trip - still haven’t figured out what he is. He looks a lot like a chihuahuah, but he’s at least 12" or 14" tall at the shoulder.
Fabio the Fabulous cat likes to play fetch with a little ball with a string tied to it. Throw it across the room, and he’ll go running after it, do that funny cat swatting thing a couple of times, and then pick it up by the string and bring it back, to be tossed again.
He also likes to be spun around in bags. If we throw a big shopping bag on the floor, he’ll climb into it, waiting to go for a ride. I’ll pick it up by the handles, spin him around until we’re both dizzy, and then unceremoniously dump him out on the floor. He’ll stagger around for a few seconds, then climb back in for another go.
He also likes to be spanked, hard. I’ll start whacking him just above his tail, and he’ll start purring like a chain saw. If he’s really digging it he’ll dig his claws into the carpet and start dragging himself around the room while I’m doing it.
Silly cat.
Daisy, our golden retriever, loves to carry laundry around in her mouth. She never chews it, just walks around proudly with it in her mouth. Comes up to you as though she expects you to praise her for this wonderful trick. Her favorites are the kitchen dishtowel, or dirty socks and underpants.
Oh, I just remembered Max the Cat’s quirkiest trick - she always brings things to her daddy’s bedroom door at night. It used to be socks, but now she brings this huge foam bat that is at least as big as she is. She drags it up the stairs every night, and leaves it in front of his door (well, it’s OUR door, but there’s no doubt who she’s aiming to please). And both of our cats love Jim’s neoprene sport braces (one for elbow, one for knee) - they roll all over them, rubbing and purring.
Space Dawg (mostly Malamute, but obviously part tigger) likes to play hide and seek with me while I wash dishes. She’ll catch my eye through the window and I’ll duck down, then she goes BOING up over the sill, repeat ad infinitum…
Stiggs the Imperially Fluffy has always been insistent that all uncovered feet are cold and need his special brand of draping to keep them from freezing. As his fur is about three inches long, this is darned nice on a winter day. Also, he drinks with his feet. He doesn’t like to put his face to the bowl, so he dips his snowshoe paws into the water and then licks the drops off his pads. He also loves petting so much that you can call him over from across the backyard by wiggling your hand in the air–he actually comes over in a dead run.
My critters are weird… :rolleyes:
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originally posted by CanadianSue
Ruby is a Jack Russell who is like a little person. She is incredibly well trained
An incredibly well-trained Jack Russell?
Where is this Bizarro world in which you live?
You are my idol!
My Bailey-dog is very talkative in the morning.
Grumble, grunt, grunt grunt grunt, heave, exasperated sigh,
mumble mumble, groooooaaaaaannnnn, pant pant, mumble, etc.
She also goes by Yoda, as her ears do the exact same thing as his…
coach the dog plays golf with me. i hit the ball, he runs and gets it. i don’t have to touch dirty-dog-slobber balls, and my one-armed short game is awsome!
nikki and jo-jo the parakeets used to recycle thier bath water. jo-jo would be in the dish, taking a bath, and nikki used to stand underneath in the splash and dance around. wife said it was just like the scene in “flashdance”…
wife’s rams play chicken with each other. they used to butt heads, but one finally learned, “hey, this hurts and this scab on my head won’t heal!”. so now, they act like they are going to butt, but both stop just short of actually bonking heads. this is the closest thing to “learning” i have ever seen from a sheep.
the chickens like to roost on top of the sheep. they jump up on the sheeps backs and sit there. the sheep don’t seem to mind too much, but when they walk around, sometimes the hens fall off and freak out. its pretty comical sometimes.
wife is getting wallabies soon and im sure i’ll have some good stories about them…
(check the wife’s webpage to see her little ranch operation, hit the webpage button.)
My sister has a small dog of uncertain parentage (looks kinda like a Maltese) who has a bizarre habit of sitting on your feet when you come in the house. Sometimes he sits like a normal dog – well, normal if it wasn’t on one’s foot – but most often he stands with one of his back legs on your foot. It’s like you walked into your office and put the front of your thigh on your desk with your leg pointing backwards. Weird.
I have some friends whose dog Buddy has a fetish for potato peelings. It’s just about the only thing he will steal out of the trash can. I bought a laser pointer and would take it over to their house; Buddy loved it. Now, whenever I go over there he looks at me and then starts hunting for the red dot on the floor.
RR
Just remembered another one. We go to a place up in Mich. Daisy likes to go swimming with us, chase a ball, chase the geese, etc. We taught her how to climb up the boat ladder onto the pontoon raft anchored in the lake. Sometimes in the morning we just let her out the door. Next thing we know we’ll look out and she’ll be on the raft after just having gone for a swim by herself.
One time last summer we were riding around on the pontoon boat. Daisy started whining. We tossed her in the lake and she swam to shore to pee. Then she swam back out and up the ladder onto the boat.
Feather the cat’s quirkiest, weirdest trick is that she comes when I call her. Every time. At a run, usually. This is NOT normal cat behaviour - I suspect it comes from her being a great pig, and expecting me to give her food every time I call her over.
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!
My Welsh Springer X Choc Lab does the same thing, except he can’t fit under the bed. He thinks its Butt Gremlins.
Cleo the cat likes to play Marble. My part in this is to bounce a marble across the room to her…she tries to catch in in mid-bounce…if she misses, she bats it around, then picks it up in her mouth and brings it back to me, dropping it just out of reach. Every couple of weeks we have to reach under the refrigerator and the stove with a yardstick to retrieve lost marbles. Then we leave the yardsticks laying in front of said appliances to try to deflect as many marbles as possible. She will not play this game with plastic beads…she must like the coolness of the glass marble in her mouth.
Our cat Cass also has a spanking fetish. I’ll start the “punishment” while she’s lying on top of my thigh, lengthwise. “Smack. Smack. Smacksmacksmacksmacksmack!” She’ll writhe in pure delight, usually losing complete control and falling off my leg, losing all dignity. Not that she has much to begin with.
As well, she’s an amateur boxer. Myself or my wife will give her a scratch between the ears or a tailscratch, and walk off, content in the knowledge that we pay proper attention to our Master. As we walk off, Cass will demand more attention by running up to our foot and boxing it with both paws - “whappatawhappata. whappata!” She’ll follow that foot around, smacking at it until we cave and give her the attention she knows is her due.
My old dog Mike used to spend hours in the backyard. At the foot of the yard there was a cedar hedge that came down right to ass level. He’d insert his butt and spend the remainder of the afternoon dancing back and forth while the hedge scratched his bum for him. He’s always have a look of moronic bliss on his face.
We had a german shepherd named Schatten who seemed unnaturally intelligent for a dog. He was a stray that hung around the Holiday Inn my mother worked at just before she got pregnant with me, and whenever my dad came to pick her up he would follow him from his car to the door, then back from the door to the car. After a few days they decided to take him home, and named him Schatten, because he followed my father like a shadow. He knew a few commands when they found him, like sit, stay, shake, come, etc., and he learned a lot more without us ever trying to train him.
We lived two doors down from a Sonic and had mice in our house because of it. Schatten was very good at catching them but he didn’t help the problem any as he would carry them outside carefully in his mouth and let them go. He would go wait by the screen door in the kitchen and whine until we let him out. We had some gerbils for a while, and he could tell the difference between them and the mice - whenever one of the gerbils got out, he would carry it to one of us instead of the back door. He would kill rats, though, and was very protective of us. He was usually good with strangers but every now and then there would be a person he just didn’t like, and my mother says that almost every one of them turned out to be untrustworthy for some reason. One time when I was 8 or so I was playing in the schoolyard (we lived across the street from the school) when some homeless-looking person came up to me and started talking to me. I don’t remember much about what he said because a few seconds after that Schatten came charging across the street at full speed barking and snarling at him, and he ran away. My mother came following after him, and when we went back home I saw that he had torn through the screen door. My mother has always said since that he might have saved my life.