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MzStormD -> RE: Pet stories (6/12/2007 4:58:26 PM)
While this isn't MY pet story its one of the funniest I think Ive ever read. I had tears rolling down my face just trying to get thru it. So for you dog lovers... or those of you that don't care for dogs...you're bound to love this... Jasper and The Uncooked Yeast Rolls We have a fox terrier by the name of Jasper. He came to us in the summer of 2001 from the fox terrier rescue program. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this type of adoption, imagine taking in a 10 year old child whom you know nothing about and committing to doing your best to be a good parent. Like a child, the dog came with his own idiosyncrasies. He will only sleep on the bed, on top of the covers, nuzzled as close to my face as he can get without actually performing a French kiss on me. Lest you think this is a bad case of no discipline, I should tell you that Perry and I tried every means to break him of this habit including locking him in a separate bedroom for several nights. The new door cost over $200. But I digress. Five weeks ago we began remodeling our house. Although the cost of the project is downright obnoxious, it was 20 years overdue AND it got me out of cooking Thanksgiving dinner for family, extended family and a lot of friends that I like more than family most of the time. I was, however, assigned the task of preparing 124 of my famous yeast dinner rolls for the two Thanksgiving feasts we did attend. I am still cursing the electrician for getting the new oven hooked up so quickly. It was the only appliance in the whole house that worked, thus the assignment. I made the decision to cook the rolls on Wednesday evening to reheat on Thursday morning. Since the kitchen was freshly painted you can imagine the odor. Not wanting the rolls to smell like Sherwin Williams latex paint #586, I put the rolls on baking sheets and set them in the living room to rise for 5 hours. After 3 hours, Perry and I decided to go out to eat, returning in about an hour. An hour later the rolls were ready to go in the oven. It was 8:30pm. When I went to the living room to retrieve the pans, much to my shock one whole pan of 12 rolls was empty. I called out to Jasper and my worst nightmare became a reality. He literally wobbled over to me. He looked like a combination of the Pillsbury dough boy and the Michelin Tire man wrapped up in fur. He groaned when he walked. I swear even his cheeks were bloated. I ran to the phone and called our vet. After a few seconds of uproarious laughter, he told me the dog would probably be OK, however, I needed to give him Pepto Bismol every 2 hours for the rest of the night. God only knows why I thought a dog would like Pepto Bismol any more than my kids did when they were sick Suffice to say that by the time we went to bed the dog was black, white and pink. He was so bloated we had to lift him onto the bed for the night. Naively thinking the dog would be all better by morning was very stupid on my part. We arose at 7:30 and as we always do first thing; put the dogs out to relieve themselves. Well, the dog was as drunk as a sailor on his first leave. He was running into walls, falling flat on his butt and most of the time when he was walking his front half was going one direction and the other half was either dragging the floor or headed 90 degrees in another direction. He couldn't lift his leg to pee, so he would just walk and pee at the same time. When he ran down the small incline in our backyard he couldn't stop himself and nearly ended up running into the fence. His pupils were dilated and he was as dizzy as a loon. I endured another few seconds of laughter from the vet (second call within 12 hours) before he explained that the yeast had fermented in his belly and that he was indeed drunk. He assured me that, not unlike most binges we humans go through, it would wear off after about 4 or 5 hours and to keep giving him Pepto Bismol. Afraid to leave him by himself in the house, Perry and I loaded him up and took him with us to my sister's house for the first Thanksgiving meal of the day. My sister lives outside of Muskogee on a ranch, (10 to15 minute drive). Rolls firmly secured in the trunk (124 less 12) and drunk dog leaning from the back seat onto the console of the car between Perry and me, we took off. Now I know you probably don't believe that dogs burp, but believe me when I say that after eating a tray of risen unbaked yeast rolls, DOGS WILL BURP. These burps were pure Old Charter. They would have matched or beat any smell in a drunk tank at the police station. But that's not the worst of it. Now he was beginning to fart and they smelled like baked rolls. God strike me dead if I am not telling the truth! We endured this for the entire trip to Karee's, thankful she didn't live any further away than she did. Once Jasper was firmly placed in my sister's garage with the door locked, we finally sat down to enjoy our first Thanksgiving meal of the day. The dog was the topic of conversation all morning long and everyone made trips to the garage to witness my drunk dog, each returning with a tale of Jasper's latest endeavor to walk without running into something. Of course, as the old adage goes, "what goes in must come out," and Jasper was no exception. Granted if it had been me that had eaten 12 risen, unbaked yeast rolls, you might as well have put a concrete block up my behind, but alas a dog's digestive system is quite different from yours or mine. I discovered this was a mixed blessing when we prepared to leave Karee's house. Having discovered his "packages" on the garage floor, we loaded him up in the car so we could hose down the floor. This was another naive decision on our part. The blast of water from the hose hit the poop on the floor, and the poop on the floor withstood the blast from the hose. It was like Portland cement beginning to set up and cure. We finally tried to remove it with a shovel. I (obviously no one else was going to offer their services) had to get on my hands and knees with a coarse brush to get the remnants off of the floor. And as if this wasn't degrading enough, the dog in his drunken state had walked through the poop and left paw prints all over the garage floor that had to be brushed too. Well, by this time the dog was sobering up nicely so we took him home and dropped him off before we left for our second Thanksgiving dinner at Perry's sister's house. I am happy to report that as of today (Monday) the dog is back to normal both in size and temperament. He has had a bath and is no longer tricolor. None the worse for wear I presume. I am also happy to report that just this evening I found 2 risen unbaked yeast rolls hidden inside my closet door. It appears he must have come to his senses after eating 10 of them but decided hiding 2 of them for later would not be a bad idea. Now, I'm doing research on the computer as to How to clean unbaked dough from the carpet, and how was your day?

windchymes -> RE: Pet stories (6/12/2007 5:18:34 PM)
OMG! That was hilarious! [:D]

petdave -> RE: Pet stories (6/12/2007 5:19:47 PM)
i have so many stories about my cats, but this one happened last week... We have a tabby, Feldspar, who is your traditional North American Dumpster Tabby. He was a feral kitten that got brought into a shelter, where we adopted him at around 7 weeks. He eats Cat Chow, and he's obsessive about our food (i've removed him my plate as many as six times in a meal), but for whatever reason, he won't eat wet cat food. His other obsession is one brand of salmon-flavored treats- he's absolutely nuts for them. So, we're giving our other cats wet food from a sampler pack, and here's some salmon-flavored wet food. Since he LOVES the salmon treats, i figure he should like this. i pick him up and put him by the plate; he ignores it. i take a little bit on a fork and put it right up to his nose; he backs away from it. i try putting it on his paw, he turns and RUNS. Freak. Suddenly, inspiration strikes. i grab the bag of salmon treats (it's foil, and makes a rather distinctive crinkling noise), and he runs back into the kitchen. Then, i pantomime taking the salmon-flavored wet food out of the bag, and toss it on the floor. He gobbles it up and meows at me for more. i give him a treat. Then, i pick him up, and put him right by the wet food again. He stares blankly at it for a minute, checks and sees that i'm not holding the treat bag anymore, and walks away. Freak. ...dave

Sinergy -> RE: Pet stories (6/12/2007 5:44:33 PM)
My friend had a dog when I was a kid. His mother baked a cake and frosted it for his birthday. We show up for the birthday party and his mother freaks out. Apparently, the dog had jumped on the table and eaten almost a 6 inch perfect circular pit out of the center of the cake. I suppose he thought nobody would notice it as the cake looked fine from 6 feet away. Sinergy

denika -> RE: Pet stories (6/12/2007 5:51:16 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: maybemaybenot I had a Boxer, Charlie, who had a little trouble with gas. Generally it didn't bother him too much, but if he was sleeping and he farted, he would wake up startled and start barking and bearing his teeth at his butt. I had to pet him and rub his belly for him to stop. He never out grew the surprise or annoyance. And I never outgrew laughing til I cried when he did this. mbmbn Hilarious!! I have a Boxer cross and she does the same thing.. My God those dogs can fart! it's frightening, not to mention snore, I didn't think it was possible for a puppy to make that much noise! Along with Millie our Boxer we have another large dog and four cats. Angel, my only female cat is quite the hunter. One day while Iw as sitting in the loo with my pants around my ankles she came trapsing in with something in her mouth.....Ya it was a present all right. Proudly she dropped her mouse on my bare foot, that wasn't bad enough the mouse wasn't dead. I'm not afraid of mice but I really don't like them on my feet. I screamed and ran down the hall trying to pull up my pants and find any shred of dignity in the process. Angel was very upset with me, here she presents me with a lovely mousie to kill and I run off, so she picks up the mouse and starts to follow me out. I managed to get her to drop it and I picked it up with a spatula, it wasn't mangled just stunned so I took it outside and let it free in the wood pile. All my cats are indoor but I'm still waiting for the day one of them drops some icky dead treat in the bed for me. denika

soultoshare -> RE: Pet stories (6/12/2007 6:04:12 PM)
OMG!!!!! These are too hilarious! When I had my dog, Shiloh, and a cat, Buzz, I lived on the bottom floor in my complex. I fenced off the little patio area so they could go outside and sun themselves without taking off. Well, when the 2 of them would play, Shiloh would sneak up on Buzz and grab him by the head, and drag him around until Buzz wrapped his feet around his neck and played dead weight....Buzz weighed a good 20 lbs.... Anyway, one day, I'm cleaning the bathroom, Shiloh is putzing around, and Buzz is sleeping on the patio working on his suntan. All of a sudden, I hear this woman screaming at the top of her lungs "OMG!!!! SOMEONE HELP ME....HE'S KILLING IT!" Well, after almost killing myself in a headlong rush from the bathroom, I get out in the living room to see my neighbor beating the bushes with her broom, Shiloh dropping Buzz and both of them sitting there looking at her like "WHAT??!!" Shiloh had done his bonzai thing on Buzz, the poor woman thought he was ripping his head off. Once I explained what they were doing, she apologized for trying to hit Shiloh w/the broom. My mom has two cats, brother and sister. She bought them one of those sleeping beds that are fake sheepskin on one side, cotton on the other...well, cats being cats, they won't sleep on it, but Tabby loves to play turtle with it. He gets a running start and slides under it, leaving his 4 feet, tail and nose peeking out from under it. Well, mom replaced the linoleum with ceramic tile in the kitchen and the hallway, it took Tabby about 3 days to realize that he couldn't do that anymore.....he'd get the start from the living room, go into his slide, but his "brakes" would fail everytime. Mom said his head makes quite the hollow "thunk" on the cupboards. Of course, Lacey and their dog Jade had to go thru the learning phase also....there were a lot of "thunks" coming from various feline and canine heads for a few days! Another favorite trick for the cats is to get a running start from the kitchen or the bedroom, and "skate" across the mahogany dining room table, or the deacon's bench. It will eventually be mine, and Mom made a comment one day about it being all scratched up....I told her not to worry...people paid a lot of money for the "distressing" of their furniture. She got it for free! My 3 cats are just evil...they think of new ways to terrorize each other every day. I've seen the stalk and pounce thing in all of it's forms.....the funniest one was when Smooch got a wild hair and decided to pounce from on top of the fridge on the other two while they were face down in the food bowls...........the resulting scatter left cat food on the CEILING! I laughed until i literally cried, KB and Boo were thinking "KILL!!!!".....and Smooch just walked away, tail in the air with a very satisfied air about him. For those of you who have had to make the heartbreaking decision to make the "final journey", you have my every sympathy. I've had to do it three times, most recently with my dog, Shiloh. KB was heartbroken, looked for him for two weeks...wouldn't let anyone else even near Shiloh's dog bed or food and water feeder. (We used it for cat food after he was gone.) I found his collar after moving once, and i just sat right down on the floor and bawled like a baby. I'm not being facetious when I call them my babies..they are my family. The three of them greet me at the door, they talk to me, they amuse me, they cuddle up with me when I'm sad or not feeling so hot. They are demanding little critters, they drive me nuts, but I love 'em to death!

SDFemDom4cuck -> RE: Pet stories (6/12/2007 6:24:00 PM)
The dog with the yeast rolls reminded me of Mr Ben. He was a whippet I adopted about 5 years ago from a greyhound rescue. He was an older gentleman that needed a loving home and I wanted to provide it. Whippets usually weigh around the 30 lb mark. Mr Ben weighed in at 75 lbs. This sweet boy was not grace and beauty in motion. If you've ever seen a whippet or a greyhound full out run at 35 mph you know what I mean when I say grace and beauty. No, no, Mr Ben was more of a waddler. Oh, Mr Ben might think about running but then he would need a nap after a momentary consideration of that activity and a pass. I would have to lift him in and out of the car and on and off his couch. To say that he had food "issues" would be an understatement. That dog would eat anything that even smelled like food. The first couple weeks I didn't dare leave him alone without putting away anything he might be able to reach. The sweet thing couldn't complete a jump onto the couch to save his life but he could heave himself up and "counter surf" with the best of whippets. One day I walk into the living room to find him buried snout deep in a scented candle licking it to death. All he did was look at me, tongue frozen in place, until I snatched it out from under him. He sat with his back to me for an hour and refused to even go for a ride in the car afterwards so I could make it up to him. About a month after he came to live with me I had to run out on an emergency without doing the usual sweep of the counter. Two hours later I come home to find... one half of a plum scented candle one empty basket previously containing a dozen cinnamon scented pine cones An empty lavender warming pad that was filled with raw rice. A pumpkin spice 3 wick candle gnawed down to one and a half wicks. One very empty rubbermaid container that was filled with 5 lbs of dog kibble prior to my leaving. And one moaning whimpering Mr Ben in full misery. I rush him to the ER vet and as I lug him in they have a weigh in scale that they ask me to place him on. 82 lbs. 3 people asked when the puppies were due while we waited to see the vet. He is not pregnant, he ate 2 candles, a dozen pinecones, who knows how much raw rice and 5 lbs of kibble, thank you very much. Fortunately I couldn't hear their snickering over his moaning. The vet hears the story, has a good laugh and sends us home with instructions to feed Mr Ben an unnamed non chocolate based laxative. No charge for the services since they didn't do anything really and could have handled it over the phone. Geee, thanks ever so much Doc, care to help me lug fatass here out to my car perhaps? Let me tell you that the only thing worse than a dog that has eaten 7 pounds of unnatural food scented items is a dog that needs to get rid of 7 pounds of unnaturally food scented items...immediately. I had never seen Mr Ben waddle with quite that much enthusiasm. 3 days later I was still coming across very oddly shaped "presents" in the yard with bits of pinecones, rice and wax stuck in them. The poor guy gave me a look like it was all somehow my fault whenever he came back into the house after his hourly forays into the yard. About a week after it was all said and done I'm sitting reading in the living room and Mr Ben walks in and lays his head on my lap. I look down to pet him and find one lonely cinnamon scented pine cone that he must have buried in the yard thinking he would save it for a later snack. Evidently he had second thoughts. I never had another problem with Mr Ben and food issues after that and I was fortunate to see a sleek and healthy 35 lb Mr Ben run the track at Del Mar 6 months before he passed away last October. I know he's somewhere waiting for me, running and running...and avoiding cinnamon scented pinecones.

DommeChains -> RE: Pet stories (6/12/2007 6:24:37 PM)
Yeah, those crazy little furry freaks are the best, ain't they? LOL. Many years ago I lived in a 200 year old house way out in the boonies in the mountains in Virginia. Needless to say I had a mouse problem.....so I had 4 live in mouse problem solvers (aka cats). My tortie was a superb mouser and always left me her kills right beside the door mat by the front door. One night about 2 AM I am awakened by exciting meowing, crashing and the thud of paws running down the stairs. The next thing I know I feel a small weight land on my chest immediately followed by a much more substantial weight on my chest. Yep, mouse leaped from floor onto bed followed by my killer feline. The battle ended with a high pitched squeal from the mousie and a chirp of satisfaction from my kittie. Everyone settled down and I went back to sleep. The mornings in spring in the mountains are nippy so I wore lovely fur lined slippers. First thing upon leaving bed my feet slid into said slippers. This time my feet slid into dead mouse body....in my shoes! Yech! Seems my little rodent killer decided to make sure I would know she had killed that evil mouse. Naturally I am yelping and hastily removed my slipper and poured out the slightly mashed mouse corpse. My tortie was sitting just outside the doorway with her tailed coiled around her feet looking all smug and proud. She never left another mouse in my shoe......thank heavens. She did continue to leave the dead ones to side of the doormat until we moved back to Texas into a home that was rodent free. I have yet to figure out why she felt compelled to place the damn thing in my slipper.

soultoshare -> RE: Pet stories (6/12/2007 7:18:25 PM)
The cats that belonged to my roommate used to leave her little "presents" in her shoe all the time. We learned early on to shake out our shoes if we left them out......but Itty Bitty would also bring them into her room and lay them on her chest, and then sit there and wait for her to wake up.......there was the occasional live one left. We always knew when there was a mouse in the heating ducts, cuz they'd stake them out. Growing up, the cat we had used to leave the mouse LIVER at the back door. The rest of it was never located, but that was enough! Mom learned to check before stepping out the back door......just once on the bare feet will make a person do that! My sister had an outdoor cat who was a real sweetie, she just loved company, she'd come up and just talk her little heart out. Well, we were there at the house for her birthday/wedding anniversary party, and all the women were sitting in a little circle eating, and Paco wandered out of the woods with her dinner in her mouth. She proceeded to walk over, join the other "women" and crunch down her catch. I thought that everyone there was going to lose their lunch....my sister and I just laughed. We are farm kids in disguise.....Paco chowed down everything but the tail and the feet, washed her face and paws, said goodbye to all, and went into the garage for an after dinner nap. Ya gotta love 'em!

sexypet -> RE: Pet stories (6/12/2007 9:10:46 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: AAkasha Has anyone witnessed the Labrador "butt run" or "butt tucking"? Priceless! Akasha So does our chocolate lab, Coco. We call it her goofy dance. Why do they do that?

ocilla -> RE: Pet stories (6/12/2007 9:29:37 PM)
I made some simple but special chocolate chip cookies using organic flour, danish butter, sharfenberger chocolate super decadent rich and buttery. The cookies were for the next day for some special occasion. But I just barely finished all the baking in time for us to leave to make it to a jazz concert. I looked around for a large container to store the cookies in and could not find anything big enough so in the end I took the tupperware cake holder and inverted the round lid and filled it with the buttery warm cookies. And off we went to the concert. Later that night when we got home there was old Albert our black and while tuxedo cat and he looked all wet. He was miserable and really difficult to catch but when I finally got my hands on him I realized he was covered in butter - his fur soaked through to the skin! Took me only a little while to put it all together. Being a typical cat the second we stepped out the door he began exploring all the kitchen surfaces looking for yummy treats and crumbs. What he found was a circular cozy warm upside down cake top - being the old arthritic fellow that he was he just crawled into the cake pan curled himself up on top of the ever so buttery cookies and slept till he had soaked up as much butter as his fur could take. It was funny but pitiful too as he was an old guy and the muliple baths were traumatizing for him.

soultoshare -> RE: Pet stories (6/12/2007 9:57:56 PM)
Oh, that poor little thing! You too, I'm sure giving him a bath was right up there on your list of favorite pasttimes! However, on to a more important topic....can I have the recipe for those cookies???? They sound to die for!!!!!

RCdc -> RE: Pet stories (6/13/2007 2:19:08 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: AAkasha Has anyone witnessed the Labrador "butt run" or "butt tucking"? Priceless! Akasha I used to have a beautiful Heinz-57* dog called Cleo who did that. She'd plonk her backside on the floor and pull herself around the room like a thing demented, much to my amusement. the best way to describe her was if you can imagine the body of a doberman, with the head of a beagle and the legs of a daschound - I still describe her to this day as a 'sawn-ff doberman' [;)] Darcy*

petdave -> RE: Pet stories (6/13/2007 4:56:47 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: soultoshare Mom said his head makes quite the hollow "thunk" on the cupboards Ooh, i do know that sound well. Another quickie. One of our cats (Alcuin) is obsessed with bags. i have to make sure i never leave plastic bags lying around when i'm not at home, because i worry he might suffocate, but sometimes i'll leave one out for him to play with while i can watch. Well, everything was going just fine for him, until he managed to get the handle of the back stuck around his neck. It's amazing how much havoc a 12-pound cat can wreak when running full-tilt around the house with a bag over his head... and of course, when one cat panics, the others shoot off in every direction like pool balls... scrabble scrabble scrabble THUMP scrabble scrabble scrabble And thank you to Ms. Jo... that was just too funny!

MzStormD -> RE: Pet stories (6/13/2007 5:59:31 AM)
I have a Siamese (Courage) and a Great Dane (Cleo) . When we got Cleo Courage was the king of the castle and Cleo soon decided she was a cat as well. Living in the country when cold weather hits the mice head inside. Courage has always been a great mouser and Cleo followed his example.The problem came when one day Courage was after a mouse on the counter, and Cleo being at that awkward "teen stage" of all legs and tail decided she could get on the counters too! I heard the scrabbble of claws and went in the kitchen to see the 2 of them one at each end of the counter going after the mouse in the middle, Cleos' feet slipping and sliding, her tail going like a whirly gig clearing the counters. Flour and sugar canisters flying the mouse running and the 2 hunters running over each other amidst the mess. All I could do was stand there and laugh . Cleo wound up catching the mouse then graciously laid it at Courage's feet. It still amazes , she could eat him in 3 gulps but she follows him around like he's 20 feet tall. MzStormD

soultoshare -> RE: Pet stories (6/13/2007 5:26:55 PM)
That is tooooo funny! I can actually picture the whole mess! Occasionally, Shiloh would forget that he was bigger then the cat and do the same thing.....follow him wherever it was he was going! Had to unstick him from several little hidey holes over the course of time!

Vendaval -> RE: Pet stories (6/13/2007 7:03:54 PM)
A couple of quick stories - One of my cats was the very shy, scairdy type of kitty and hated loud noises. One day I heard a whole lot of machinery outside and one of the kitties yeowling at the top of his lungs. I opened the front door to find the tree trimmers across the street and this particular cat stuck to ...the top of the screen with all 4 paws! [sm=hewah.gif] Just as I was thinking, "How am I going to get him down from there?" He retracted all 4 sets of claws, bounced to the ground and shot across the neighbors yard, to reappear much later in the evening, still watchful for the evil machine. Another one of the cats loved to play in water, puddles, water dishes, the bathtub, etc. I was taking a bubble bath and he came over to perch on the edge of the tub and play with the bubbles and my toes. I was relaxing and enjoying the bath and he waltzed over to the far end of the bathroom by the door and started running for the toilet, launched himself into the air and fell into the toilet bowl with a loud splash! [sm=whoa.gif] As he was falling, he tried to grab for anything with his claws and pulled the toilet seat down on top of himself. Well, at this point I was wet and he was wet and I had to get out of the tub, open the lid and lift him up by the scruff of the neck to dry off some of the water. I finished my bath and he go some alone time in the bathroom drying off with the towels and the space heater. Of course he was quite indignant about having his fur all wet and had to clean him self immaculately and protest getting wet. PS - Nothing says, "I love you" like a dead mouse in your slippers or a pile of bird feathers in the back seat of your car. (format edit due to computer being cantankerous)

FelinePersuasion -> RE: Pet stories (6/13/2007 9:34:05 PM)
Ginger clocked me under the chin, because we'd been gone 3 days and I was squatting to sit as she was leaping up. A few days before she left I forgot to latch the door and it's evening, she figures, ok it's dark bed time, and opend the unlatched door and came in. just strolled in as casual as you please with a hi momma! bed time look, and lept into my bed.

soultoshare -> RE: Pet stories (6/14/2007 3:00:04 AM)
Our family had Saint Bernards when I was growing up. Our one male, Travis, had this thing for the sound of Peter Jennings' voice. When he'd hear the music for the ABC Evening News, he'd come running into the living room, sit right in front on the TV, and be totally spellbound by the man's voice. If he was outside, he'd be at the door 30 seconds to air time wanting in. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen. He'd drift off when any other news person was on, but always knew when Peter was back. This same dog had an ongoing feud with an Oscar that my mom had. An Oscar is a fish, for those who don't know...anyway, one day he stuck his nose near the top of the water to see what was in the glass box, and Oscar bit him....he banged his head on the fish tank above it, we laughed at him, and he pouted. But he never forgot.......about 6 months later, Mom had taken the top off the tank, and Travis saw his chance....he went in, face first, all the way up to his eyebrows to try to get Oscar....got bit again! Well, Travis broke out the seals on the corners ofthe tank, Mom ended up moving Oscar to her show tank...all the pretty colored $$$$ fish lived there.....well, when Mom came down the next morning, all that was left was the tail of one of the little $$$$$ fish jutting out of Oscar's mouth.....he'd had a regular all you can eat buffet! Needless to say, Mom was NOT a happy camper! One of our females, Buffy, used to love to romp around the backyard with my rabbit....they'd chase each other for hours, hopping and running around like a couple of idiots....kept the neighbors entertained for hours! Once they realized that the dog wasn't trying to eat the rabbit, that is! When they got pooped out, they'd just drop to the ground next to each other til they recovered....then it was back to playtime! Considering that Buffy outweighted Babbit by about 150 lbs, and that the dog was the biggest klutz on 4 feet, it was amazing that she always knew where Babbit was, and never once stepped on him. Babbit, however, thought the most comfy place to sleep was draped over Buffy.....and he went about 35 pounds.....she never once refused him his napping place.

Vendaval -> RE: Pet stories (6/14/2007 3:42:16 AM)
Or the sounds of cats chasing each other across a wooden floor and all the carefully arranged game pieces from Axis & Allies being shot in all directions...[:D]

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