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So many people ask the same questions over and over, and in my OPINION sometimes put their pets at risk by not seeking medical attention for them. I see post after post about fluffy about to have more kittens or pookie having pups and its frustrating because of all the animals that end up fending for themselves or in shelters hoping to find homes……SO lets switch it up…lets tell some funny inspirational, weird, crazy stories on our furry friends…it might be fun.
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Well, I’m not a pet freak, but I have a short, funny story to tell.
We had a bird ones called Moritz.
And sometimes we would let him fly around in the apartment.
So the one time we had some visitors over and my mom was sitting in the living room with her friends talking.
( I was a little kid at this time.)
And during this time, my mom was trying to grow an afro (Don’t ask me why.)
We let the little birdie fly around, and all of a sudden he lands on my mom’s head and starts building a nest in her huge afro.
When he finally got comfortable (we were all laughing at this point and my mom just kinda let him do his thing) he sat himself down in his newly created nest and pooped on her head.
Well, my mom didn’t expect that to happen.
Some years ago, when we lived on a farm, I had a Jack Russell who was always getting into places he shouldn’t. I had just passed my driving test and was at the hairdressers when they got a call from my OH to say that the dog had gone missing. He had got on to the horse-box that had called to pick up some horses for Southall Market, 65 miles away.
I rushed out with my hair still wet, drove down the M4 absolutely terrified, not just for the dog, but because I had never driven on the Motorway, before!
When I got there, the driver said it was OK, he’d been found ……….. in a stable back at the farm!!!!! My OH went to feed one of the horses and there he was. He then rang the Market and rather than admit to being daft, he told them that the postman had found him down the village and had brought him back.
I was so pleased he was OK but then had to drive all the way back on the Motorway feeling both scared and relieved, and pretty angry with the OH! The dog is now called ‘the dog who didn’t go to Southall’!
All’s well that ends well.
When I was a teenager, I had a budgie bird named Sam. He was amazing. I taught him to say a lot of words and phrases, and my dad inadvertently taught him a few that can’t be repeated here. They say birds only mimic what they hear, and can’t put together their own phrases, but Sam could. I taught him to say “What’s up, Sam?” and “What’cha doin’ down there?” and he would say, “What’cha doin’ up down there Sam?” He cursed at the Avon lady, tried to hump my finger, and took the broken numbers out of one of my band trophy cups and tossed them behind my dresser…for fun. I wished he had been around longer; he was a special feathered friend.
My dad had a special relationship with him; well actually he just liked my dad’s bald head for some reason. I used to let him fly around my room, but sometimes he’d get out and all I had to do to catch him was find my dad. There Sam would be, perched atop his head, scratching and pecking like a chicken. My dad would casually walk back to my room, with Sam going along for the ride.
wow, like the time i was playing catch with my dog and she pants’d me? this is a great idea!!! if everyone contributes we could have a pet yahoo book!! good thinking. it would be fun.
yes animals are lovely creatures I have a time cat, I have my coffee set to go on at 7.00 am, & my alarm to go off at 7.15, & if within 10 minutes if I,m not out of my bed, my cat lets it be known it,s time for me to get up & give her her breakfast, I can,t sleep in for this reason, as she,s so used to that routine, it can be frustating at times. also if I am wondering around looking for something, she will think I,m looking for her & she.ll meow, as if to say here I am,
Here’s a happy story about my Mattie cat. She was spotted in the back yard. A small, scraggly, mauled, black and white wild thing. She was a feral cat driven out of the hills by coyotes.
She slept during the day and came out at night to eat the food I placed in the yard for her. After five days of this I borrowed a trap and caught her. She went mad, battering herself on the cage, spitting and screaming her rage at becoming my captive.
I put her in my bedroom where she lived under my bed. I couldn’t touch her for three weeks. One day I said enough. I put on my leather gloves, cornered her in the cardboard box of towels she used for her bed and started to pet her. She began to purr.
Once she had food to eat regularly, she grew at a phenomenal rate. I realized when she went into heat after 6 weeks of captivity she was older than her size indicated.
That was a year ago. She is healthy, happy, spayed, beautiful house cat. A source of great joy in my life. I’ve made a commitment to her life, always to be hers.
The last cat commitment I made lasted 18 years and I hope to have the same or greater amount of time with Mattie cat.
Ok well I will start with the fact of how cats come off as dumb lazy animals……….yeah well some people dont know them up close and personal………my cat is a smart cat………..she meows at my bedroom door in the morning to go out and go potty……..well sometimes I ignore her at frist and she gets annoyed that I roll over and ignore her so she goes into my my two year old son’s room and meows even louder int othe baby monitor becasue she knows it is by my head on my nightstand………..she also runs into the room to check things out when he cries……….but yet she runs when he tries to catch her
I have way to many funny stories to tell all at once, with a german shepard, a boston terrier puppy, two cats and a rat, our place is totally chock full of them. i think one of my favourites is how our Cavalier King Charles Spaniel got his name. Archer RIP.
My Dad is in the army and shorty after we got Archer we had some friends over and they were talking about our new pup and this Sergent my Dad worked with whose last name is Archer. Anyway, Dad was telling us about this Sergent who always used to take his sandwhich with him to the toilet on his lunch break. We were all in stiches when low and behold, we look up to see our puppy chewing on his bone while taking a poop. Needless to say, he pretty much named himself. Lol.
i had just bought a new horse and my mother in law came by to see him. she pulls up in her brand new infinity, gets out and ohhs and ahhs at my new horse. about that time he rips a huge dirt clod out of the ground and walks over to her car and procceds to beat the dirt wad against her new infinity. i guess it looked like a good spot to get that pesky dirt off his tasty hunk of sod. i honestly didn’t know whether to tell him to stop or get him another clod…