Best Bad Dog Story - Page 3

Yeah, Margaret, just be glad you didn't find yourself going viral on YOUTUBE! LMAO

LOL@ Margaret.  I can empathize with the gown story.  When I lived in town same neighborhood, we had a huge ice storm shut down the town and electricity for a week.  I had taken Lucas my male out to go to the bathroom.  Now all the neighborhood kids were outside playing in the snow and most of the adults were out trying to dig out their driveways and sidewalks.  Lucas is of course full of himself bc there is snow. I slipped on a patch of ice and fell over, Lucas grabs a leg of my sweat pants and starts tugging, now I'm yelling at him but laughing at the same time because I'm getting pulled around the yard and his tail is going 90mph, needless to say Lucas pulled my sweat pants off and I had to take the walk of shame back to the house bc once he got them he ran to the front door barking, causing everyone to look.  I was in a down coat, underwear and snow boots! LOL

OK- I'll fess up to a tale of woe that my Kali girl subjected me to. She was just a pup, maybe 7 or 8 months old. My front deck is my puppy playpen, & I had let Kali out on the deck to wait for me to come out with her leash to go for a walk before I had to go to work, as was our custom. I had to answer the phone, so I was taking longer than usual, & still had to change from my nightie to my jeans, so I went to the door to leave Kali in to wait for me inside. She must have heard me approaching the steel clad door, for just as I reached for the doorknob she leaped on the door, & the door flew open like a rocket, hitting me on the head & knocking me out cold. I later found out I was laying in my doorway with my nightie up around my arse for about 2 hours before Kali finally woke me. She must have been licking my face & arms the whole time, I don't think I can ever remember being so slobbered. When I got to work my co-workers sent me to the ER, my Hubby had to come & get me, I was so concussed I couldn't drive. jackie harris

And then there was time that Beckett pulled me off that same deck. He was so thrilled that my daughter was in the driveway that he took off,( again as a 70 pound puppy,) heedless of my 'FUSS', hit the end of the leash, & I caught air, landing on my right hand. Had to have surgery to reconstruct my right shoulder. Beckett's manners are much better now! jackie harris

Well Jackie thanks so much for posting those stories, I don't feel so bad now the doctors in the local ER are familiar with the dogs I have because of the trips I've had. I had one that also knocked me off a deck when it was icy (yes there is a pattern here I'm not cordinated at all esp on ice) when I landed I broke 2 ribs.  Another time when I had my first GSD I was holding the leash with my hand through the hoop all the way through it being a novice I didn't know any better, Wendy took off and broke my wrist.  I had to have stitches once because we were out tracking at night and I fell over a log. The local doctors find it fairly amusing.  The latest was this last spring and I had a new male that I had for about a week at the time I was walking him he likes squirels one ran across our path he took off I fell and broke my elbow. And to think we actually chose our dogs like this LOL.  I have to say this is probably the most amusing thread I have seen on the DB so far, Thanks for all the laughs!!

Oh dear - I havfe laughed myself silly at some of your stories. Mine isn't nearly as amusing (well it wasn't at the time)>

When Zane was about 4 months old he managed to work out that he could jump over the littel fence across teh patio onto the grass. From here, he could easily go visiting the neighbours. So I took down the little fence and put up 6 foot trellis fencing with a gate in the middle.

The day after it was erected Zane saw a bird on the garden. Well he likes birds. So he tried to do a mad dash through   the trellis fencing resulting in him getting his head stuck. I couldn't pull him back out because his head was too big (so how he got it through there in the first place was beyond me). I tried ALL of the tools I had in the shed to try to undo the bars of the trellis or to break some of the wood so he could get out but to no avail.

I called my Mom who stood laughing for about ten minutes and eventually called the fire brigade. When they got to my house they were all suited up, with BIG rubber gauntlets right up to their elbows. I suppose they thought once freed Zane could have bitten them.

Anyway, they freed him pretty quickly and as they were on their way out of the front door Zane came zooming up. He bounced off the front door at what seemed like a million miles an hour which ended up in the door being shut and Zane refusing to move. He licked all over the one fire officer who had done most of the work to get him out and wouldn't let any of them leave until he'd had fuss from them all.

As they left I looked out of my front window to see ALL of my neighbours from both sides fo the street out on the pavement, all looking and pointing, obviously wondering what was going on. I told one of my neighbours the following morning what had happened. To this day (this happened around April 2008) they still mention it to me!

My favorite story of all time about my old GSD, Dallas. I was walking with her through the backyard one day - mind you the grass had been neglected and was pretty tall. All of a sudden a garter snake shot out from under me. It startled me at first, but then I went to catch it. I managed to step on it's neck - lightly, holding it in place.... on one end of my shoe his head was poking out, on the other his tail was lashing about. I went to grab onto its tail (sue me, I was like 12 and the Crocodile Hunter was my hero), and had juuuust grabbed the end of its tail, when Dallas grabbed the snakes head and yanked it out from under me. I was left with part of the tail in my hand (freaked out and dropped it), and here is Dallas, just PRANCING around the yard, head and tail held high, legs flying high through the air... with this foot-and-a-half long garter snake dangling from her mouth. So I made her follow me across the street to the wooded ravine thing, and we let it go. But it was so funny! I miss that dog.

Another Dallas story - my dad thought it was fun to try and scare the animals... so he went sneaking around the house out the back door. Dallas was lying on the porch, being good... when he jumped around and went "RAH!" She jumped up, looked at him, barked, and promptly PISSED right in front of the door. But thats more of a "Bad Dad Story". LOL Of course then there was the time she went chasing something - I don't remember what - in front of his paintballs... came home from school and... "...Daddy, why is my dog pink?" O_o

Now we have Yapper, the mutant Shih Tzu - Yorkie. At the beginning of this year I had to take him and my cat, Cheyanne, to the vet for their Rabies shot. Now, Chey deoesn't go in a carrier like most cats - shes too cool for that. She walks on a leash better then he does... but you get the vet involved, and they're both like "GET ME THE F*** OUT OF HERE". Usually I don't have to take them myself, but this last time I got stuck with it. ANYWAY... before we left, I had made sure he went to the bathroom (both ways), etc etc. He was fine in the car until we passed construction and a jackhammer sent him cowering to the floor. Chey rode on my lap looking out the window - could care less (until we pass the one road that marks the point of "oh crap, we're going to the vet" - I swear she can read the street signs). We finally get there, I wrestle with Chey, who is trying to hide in the back window... finallly get her out, then drag Yapper out from under the front seat, and we go inside. Aside from the vet cats, were the only ones in the waiting room. Lady asked if we brought fecal samples and I said I forgot (really just didn't want shit in my car), and we sit down and wait. Yapper is whining at the end of his leash, as usual. Chey is sitting next to me on the bench, plotting my demise... when I look over and... lets just say the next words out of my mouth were "Hey, you still need that fecal sample? Yapper brought his own..." Damn dog cost me an extra $15. And I could just hear Chey saying "Go Yapper! Go Yapper!"