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by vonissk on 17 May 2011 - 18:05
Great stories--I am so enjoying them!!!!! Especially I can see a 5 month old ON THE TABLE with an empty pizza box. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I could see this 4 month old doing that if she could just figure out how to get up there............Awwww and Fly believe me I can see your pupper sitting there wagging his tail like did I do a good job mom?!!!!!!!!!!!!! When I see anything missing I automatically go out the back door. Voodoo seems me coming and after she tries to slow me down by latching onto my houseshoe, she sits and wags that tail and I want to melt. All the time I am giving her this speech about MY things and how we're going to have puppy stew pretty soon, maybe today!!!!!!! Seriously I think we out to have a puppy dog contest and whoever is the best puppy tracker--the that goes and finds the most things--or parts of things--gets to babysit the naughtiest pupper for the weekend. LOL. No takers? I hear ya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
by Searackal on 17 May 2011 - 20:05
If my two-year old female has something the five-month old male wants he'll first guage her mood by chirping at her and thwacking her on the head with his paw until he get's a reaction. If she snaps at him it's not a good time to steal the toy...if she just growls then it's all good. It won't get him the naughtiests puppy award, but it's the funniest thing I've ever seen.
by PosconsiiZwinger on 18 May 2011 - 00:05
What a nice thread to start first of all Vonissk.
Really nice stories some people shared BTW.
Mine is when my Junii ( currently 11 months ) was around 5 months ( she still does it ), we were trying to fully crate train her. Telling her to " Get in your pin ", and every time she's in the pin and its time for me to potty her, she would grab any objects, soft or hard, big or small. She would take it out into the yard and run around the yard with the so called toy in her mouth still while peeing.
" Get in your pin ", and I'd try to get the object back, she'd try to dodge and goes straight into her pin and drops it then looks at me.
Another one from her is when she's eating her own dog poop ( when she was little ) I always corrected her for doing that, so she knew she wasn't supposed to eat her own stool. One day I came out and saw her licking it and hollared from the door to see what she would do ( she couldn't see me ), so she stopped what she was doing and looked all around her and went to different corners of the yard to see where the noise ( me ) came from. Anways, it's not as funny it you can't imagine her face at the moment, she was so alert and focused ( I think because she was busted thats why she was so alert on finding me ).
But yeah! That's my puppy stories and I'm pretty sure she'll give me more stories to remember throughout her lifetime! ( not just me but everyone else too )
T
Really nice stories some people shared BTW.
Mine is when my Junii ( currently 11 months ) was around 5 months ( she still does it ), we were trying to fully crate train her. Telling her to " Get in your pin ", and every time she's in the pin and its time for me to potty her, she would grab any objects, soft or hard, big or small. She would take it out into the yard and run around the yard with the so called toy in her mouth still while peeing.
" Get in your pin ", and I'd try to get the object back, she'd try to dodge and goes straight into her pin and drops it then looks at me.
Another one from her is when she's eating her own dog poop ( when she was little ) I always corrected her for doing that, so she knew she wasn't supposed to eat her own stool. One day I came out and saw her licking it and hollared from the door to see what she would do ( she couldn't see me ), so she stopped what she was doing and looked all around her and went to different corners of the yard to see where the noise ( me ) came from. Anways, it's not as funny it you can't imagine her face at the moment, she was so alert and focused ( I think because she was busted thats why she was so alert on finding me ).
But yeah! That's my puppy stories and I'm pretty sure she'll give me more stories to remember throughout her lifetime! ( not just me but everyone else too )
T
by laura271 on 18 May 2011 - 12:05
When Senta feels that she's been treated unfairly, she'll shove her large squeaky ball in my butt and honk it loudly. It's a clear FU. I have no idea how I can't hear her sneak up behind me. I should also note that she never does this with my husband (of course, she loves the non-dog person best).
by LadyFrost on 18 May 2011 - 14:05
ha,ha,haaaa....now thats funny!
i have a couple but they are stories of my Dobermann (Jerry Lee)...
I lived in CA when I had Jerry who was under a year old at the time and we had orange, grapefruit and lemon trees...Jerry loved tennis balls..so i would trow it and tell him to bring it...well one day he would run to a tennis ball and not pick it up..it was towards the back on the yard between fruit trees...so I would say "get the ball Jerry", "get the damn ball Jerry"...and he would run to it but would not pick it up..so as I am walking toward it I am telling him to get the ball..so finally he grabbed it turned around and dropped it, i yell "pick it up" so he would pick it up again and drop it, as I got closer i saw that is was not a tennis ball....it was rotten, green fungus covered grapefruit!!!!!!! poor dog..i felt so bad....we never found the tennis ball...
most of his life Jerry had a slight obsession with plastic bottles ....he would try to drink sweet soda that was left inside the bottle and when done he would just press them in the middle hard enough for them to make crunching noise and than he would let it go and on and on...he would do it at all hours of the night...he would steal them from the shed or garage ...and it would drive me crazy....well, one day he pulled out a bottle that was not from soda but one of those big plastic vodka bottles...he chewed off the cap and grabbed the bottle neck and tipped it....poor dog...he was foaming at the mouth, hacking and coughing, he barked at the bottle, he growled at the bottle..and after that day he would not touch another plastic bottle... :)
here is picture of Jerry...on the photo he was 7 years old..
i have a couple but they are stories of my Dobermann (Jerry Lee)...
I lived in CA when I had Jerry who was under a year old at the time and we had orange, grapefruit and lemon trees...Jerry loved tennis balls..so i would trow it and tell him to bring it...well one day he would run to a tennis ball and not pick it up..it was towards the back on the yard between fruit trees...so I would say "get the ball Jerry", "get the damn ball Jerry"...and he would run to it but would not pick it up..so as I am walking toward it I am telling him to get the ball..so finally he grabbed it turned around and dropped it, i yell "pick it up" so he would pick it up again and drop it, as I got closer i saw that is was not a tennis ball....it was rotten, green fungus covered grapefruit!!!!!!! poor dog..i felt so bad....we never found the tennis ball...
most of his life Jerry had a slight obsession with plastic bottles ....he would try to drink sweet soda that was left inside the bottle and when done he would just press them in the middle hard enough for them to make crunching noise and than he would let it go and on and on...he would do it at all hours of the night...he would steal them from the shed or garage ...and it would drive me crazy....well, one day he pulled out a bottle that was not from soda but one of those big plastic vodka bottles...he chewed off the cap and grabbed the bottle neck and tipped it....poor dog...he was foaming at the mouth, hacking and coughing, he barked at the bottle, he growled at the bottle..and after that day he would not touch another plastic bottle... :)
here is picture of Jerry...on the photo he was 7 years old..
by Kalibeck on 18 May 2011 - 17:05
My favorite story is of Kali as a pup, I've told it here before, but here goes.....
My husband had Kali out for a walk on our street when she was just 11 weeks old. Next house down from us, about 100 yards away-wooded-lived a rammy St. Bernard. I had found this dog INSIDE my house once, he knocked in my sliding screen door while I was in the shower & made himself at home on the sofa! When I got out of the shower, here's this big, hairy mess on the couch! I yelled at him, & he went back out the way he came, but...needless to say, not my favorite neighbor! (this happened before Kali came to us....) Anyway, my husband took Kali for a walk in that direction, & of course, the St. Bernard comes bounding up the street, barking & looking ferocious! Our sweet little girl put her tiny little self between Carl & this hairy monster, puffed out her chest, lifted her head just as high as she could, & made that puppy-voiced big dog bark (you know the sound!), & her most terrible baby growl! Her little ears, which had been up & down, & floppy; unfurled like something from a cartoon, & stood up so stiff & straight! She meant BUSINESS! No big ol' Bernard was going to mess with her person! Well, that dog stopped in his tracks, looked at her like, "You're kidding, right?" but then he couldn't be quite sure.....maybe she was serious? Maybe? Well, he wisely decided to turn tail & run...which sent Kali back to Carl with a triumphant little strut, & an attitude that has never ended. She's owned this neighborhood ever since! (And her ears stood up ever since then, too!)
jackie harris
My husband had Kali out for a walk on our street when she was just 11 weeks old. Next house down from us, about 100 yards away-wooded-lived a rammy St. Bernard. I had found this dog INSIDE my house once, he knocked in my sliding screen door while I was in the shower & made himself at home on the sofa! When I got out of the shower, here's this big, hairy mess on the couch! I yelled at him, & he went back out the way he came, but...needless to say, not my favorite neighbor! (this happened before Kali came to us....) Anyway, my husband took Kali for a walk in that direction, & of course, the St. Bernard comes bounding up the street, barking & looking ferocious! Our sweet little girl put her tiny little self between Carl & this hairy monster, puffed out her chest, lifted her head just as high as she could, & made that puppy-voiced big dog bark (you know the sound!), & her most terrible baby growl! Her little ears, which had been up & down, & floppy; unfurled like something from a cartoon, & stood up so stiff & straight! She meant BUSINESS! No big ol' Bernard was going to mess with her person! Well, that dog stopped in his tracks, looked at her like, "You're kidding, right?" but then he couldn't be quite sure.....maybe she was serious? Maybe? Well, he wisely decided to turn tail & run...which sent Kali back to Carl with a triumphant little strut, & an attitude that has never ended. She's owned this neighborhood ever since! (And her ears stood up ever since then, too!)
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