My cat has a new obsession: sticking his head out of the cat flap, seeing that it's raining, staying still, coming back in, meowing at me like "Daaad, it's raining" and starting the cycle again.
I was at a dinner party with my shepherd-mix. While we humans sat at the table, he strolled around, went to the kitchen and found a small, delicious smelling trashcan. It had cooked chicken bones in it, not good for dogs. Unable to open it on his own, luckily, he grabbed the whole trashcan and brought it to me to open for him. Everyone was laughing. He was sad though that I did not help him get what he wanted but I was a little bit proud of him.
He was a great dog and lived to be 16. Rest in peace, buddy.
Every day he escapes to the school next to my house and now the dog is part in the teaching staff photos every year.
Potentially adopting a cat. He put his head in my mouth at the shelter. I was sold.
This one is wierd. I like him. And, There's no way this one is surviving without human intervention.
He lives with us. He's a good boy.
Start a vasectomy foundation, free vasectomy for childless guys. Support abortion. Every human not born is worth more than any human already born can do for the environment.
When my beagle was a baby she would stand in front of the couch, under the coffee table, stare at the couch, crouch, line up her shot, jump up and bang her head on the coffee table. She did this often enough to earn her the title Silly Bonks. Her full name is Princess Fancy Pants 'Silly Bonks' of House Cuddlepup.
I also recently taught her to stand up on her hind legs and spin around. Sometimes she jumps up and spins so aggressively she falls over.
She will run as hard and fast as she can on wet grass at the park and fall and just roll like three or four times, I'm not sure if shes slipping or doing it on purpose.
She learned if she stands on the couch she can reach out and put her front paws on the doorknob to look out the window in the front door. She had a couple good tumbles before she figured out how to properly dismount that one.
One time I got ready to head for grad school just like any other day and right before and I realized I forgot to close my shirt drawer and was like huh, I've never forgotten that before. Nine or ten hours later I get back home and Buddy has not come out to greet me, instead I see our other cat Oceanborn, who is quite antisocial. I walk into the bedroom and Oceanborn paces in front of the dresser meowing and my heart sank into my stomach when I realized what I had done. For just a moment I felt so awful but opening that drawer just to see him do an enormous yawn and then a stretch and then jump out all happy, there's something to be said for moments of terror for someone's well-being that instantly turn to pure comedy when you realize they're fine.
Black cat snuggled up in my black shirts. Later that evening I saw him use his paw to open the dresser drawer and hop in again, so it turns out he had just taught himself a new trick without having the decency to inform me about it.
My first cat started his life living with my friend in her flat. Her kitchen was long with a very slippery floor. The cat would stand by the kitchen door with a toy at his feet, begging someone to throw it into the kitchen for him. He'd run, jump into the kitchen, skid along the floor, grab the toy on his way past and turn around at the end of the skid so he could run back to you with it to throw it again.
I had a large bag on the footrest in my living room. My current overlord jumped into the bag which immediately slid off the footrest and onto the floor upside down. He attacked me for the next few minutes when I tried to move it.
Run through her cat door at her max speed, climb up the wall, climb the ceiling to center room, jump down, look at me, meow, then top speed out the cat door.
My new angel, a 2 year old female 6 pound spayed chihuahua, humps her toys like she owes them money. I guess I’m just glad she’s getting extra cardio. Still awkward AF when we lock eyes.
My friend's male chihuahua only humps his toys if he knows someones watching
My cat has a new obsession: sticking his head out of the cat flap, seeing that it's raining, staying still, coming back in, meowing at me like "Daaad, it's raining" and starting the cycle again.
My cat does this, except he goes all the way out, stands under the one leaky bit of the guttering 3 stories up, comes in soaked, yells until you dry him off and repeats. It's gotten to the point we just lock him in if it's raining. That way he yells about being imprisoned for a few minutes then goes and has a nap until the next meal time.
Used to have a dog that LOVED opening Christmas presents. The weird part was there could be several presents, all wrapped, and she would always immediately grab the one that had her name on it.
oh yeah, mine expects me to fix the weather too. or to open the window to the other outside, the one that doesnt have rain.
she once caught a mouse without hurting it (much), brought it inside and then sat on it. just sat on the mouse. and the mouse just cowered there, sunk in her chest fur.
Once my sisters dog tried to jump on the settee, with his blanket in his mouth, couldn’t grip to jump up and then fell back down.
