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by Mindhunt on 08 October 2011 - 05:10
I know we all love our dogs, but I have had those moments when I have wanted to throttle them. The lastest was tonight, jumping up on my new evening dress (big splurge) for my good friend's formal wedding putting 4 tears in it 18 inches long. Nice pretty and expensive silk rag (she usually doesn't jump up on me).
Some others
- tearing out the wiring under the dashboard of my truck (only gone long enough to mail an envelope inside the post office and he has never been destructive before in the truck)
- clawing through the sofa back to get to the ball underneath the sofa (managed to claw through the back in the time it took us to cross the living room)
- jumping up on the counter in a split second to get the ham that was cooling and knocking off the antique Waterford crystal vase which shattered (yes he did take off with the ham)
Anyone want to share "you're a dead dog" moment?
Some others
- tearing out the wiring under the dashboard of my truck (only gone long enough to mail an envelope inside the post office and he has never been destructive before in the truck)
- clawing through the sofa back to get to the ball underneath the sofa (managed to claw through the back in the time it took us to cross the living room)
- jumping up on the counter in a split second to get the ham that was cooling and knocking off the antique Waterford crystal vase which shattered (yes he did take off with the ham)
Anyone want to share "you're a dead dog" moment?
by hexe on 08 October 2011 - 05:10
I have one every time they get a wild hair up their butts and start playing 'chase' in the house, which results in me sending them outside to play, and as they race to the door they run across my bare feet, digging their nails in as they do so and leaving nasty scratches and cuts. Now, with my new dog, I've got the additional fillip of his 100+# of body powering those nails as his feet trample mine.
by Avery Hill Kennels on 08 October 2011 - 07:10
Christmas last year, dogs always good in the house unattended. Come home to what looks like a winter wonderland,....... two thousand dollar leather sofa DESTROYED!
Because we all know if half the frigune couch is missing , well it is just no good!
Merry Fing X - mas to me
by AmbiiGSD on 08 October 2011 - 09:10
Hexe I know how your feet feel!!
With 2 Cattledogs in the house I have 'I'm gonna strangle you!!' moments several times a day LOL
They aren't destructive, just into interior design!! apparently I don't put the cushions on the couch to their liking!! I usually come home to Grand designs down under!
With 2 Cattledogs in the house I have 'I'm gonna strangle you!!' moments several times a day LOL
They aren't destructive, just into interior design!! apparently I don't put the cushions on the couch to their liking!! I usually come home to Grand designs down under!
by Donnerstorm on 08 October 2011 - 10:10
I call those "I hate dog days". Before I got my van I had a ford contour, I had taken Lucas to a friends house and we spent the day working dogs. When we were leaving I put him in the car and the realized I left my keys in the house. He was normally good in the car so I just left him there. I was gone 15 minutes I came back out he had chewed thru the shoulder strap on my seat belt, chewed on the rear view mirror, and the gear shift. I got back to the car there he sat wagging his tail with my cell phone in his mouth crushed of course. He was so bad about cell phones when he was younger that AT&T stopped asking what happened to it when I called for an insurance replacement they would just ask did the dog eat it again? lol
by Sunsilver on 08 October 2011 - 13:10
Before our wedding, my husband and I went to a Christian book store, and purchased a white Bible. We called it our wedding Bible, and on the day of our marriage, my nephew carried the rings down the aisle on top of it. (My aunt made a special cushion for the rings, too, and they were tied to the top of the cushion.)
I liked that particular Bible, as it was a nice, compact size, but the print was large enough to read easily. It became my favourite.
After my husband died of cancer, it became even more precious.
I came home one day to find Star had chewed it into a million pieces! I had to shut her in her crate for the rest of the day, until I got over my anger enough that I could stand to look at her.
Other moments: Star locking herself in my SUV on a hot day, during the 60 seconds it took me to retrieve a tracking flag I'd left behind. Teena destroying the remote for the TV. One of my dogs pooping in the living room, just as company was arriving (the culprit never did confess....) Teena destroying my room-mate's Bible when I was living in Sundridge...at least that was nowhere near as thorough a job as Star did on mine, and she was able to salvage all but a few pages.
Oh, just remembered another one....when I was packing to move from Sundridge, I came downstairs to find some of my mother's precious heirloom silver knives scattered around the dinng room. The handles has been flattened on several of them. I'd only left Teena unattended for a short time. I cursed myself for leaving the knives where she could get to them, and locked her in her cage as punishment.
A little later, my room-mate came home, and noticed something brown on the rug. "Is that poop?" she asked.
I looked at it closely, and realized it was chewed cardboard. I checked the packed boxes, and found out Teena had chewed her way through a double-walled 'china barrel' (as they call the extra strong boxes) to get to the silverware!
After that, every time I finished packing a box, it had to be moved to the garage, to keep her from un-packing it!
You'll notice there's one dog misisng from the mischief lineup, Ranger, my heart dog. The worst thing he's ever done nearly killed him: he bit into an electrical cord! I didn't see it happen, but I think he knocked himself unconscious, as when I found the damage, I remembered seeing him lying on the living room floor, looking a little stunned. He left the cords strictly alone after that!
I guess his lack of crimes shows the advantage of adopting a dog that's past the puppy chewing stage! He was three when I brought him home.
I liked that particular Bible, as it was a nice, compact size, but the print was large enough to read easily. It became my favourite.
After my husband died of cancer, it became even more precious.
I came home one day to find Star had chewed it into a million pieces! I had to shut her in her crate for the rest of the day, until I got over my anger enough that I could stand to look at her.
Other moments: Star locking herself in my SUV on a hot day, during the 60 seconds it took me to retrieve a tracking flag I'd left behind. Teena destroying the remote for the TV. One of my dogs pooping in the living room, just as company was arriving (the culprit never did confess....) Teena destroying my room-mate's Bible when I was living in Sundridge...at least that was nowhere near as thorough a job as Star did on mine, and she was able to salvage all but a few pages.
Oh, just remembered another one....when I was packing to move from Sundridge, I came downstairs to find some of my mother's precious heirloom silver knives scattered around the dinng room. The handles has been flattened on several of them. I'd only left Teena unattended for a short time. I cursed myself for leaving the knives where she could get to them, and locked her in her cage as punishment.
A little later, my room-mate came home, and noticed something brown on the rug. "Is that poop?" she asked.
I looked at it closely, and realized it was chewed cardboard. I checked the packed boxes, and found out Teena had chewed her way through a double-walled 'china barrel' (as they call the extra strong boxes) to get to the silverware!
After that, every time I finished packing a box, it had to be moved to the garage, to keep her from un-packing it!
You'll notice there's one dog misisng from the mischief lineup, Ranger, my heart dog. The worst thing he's ever done nearly killed him: he bit into an electrical cord! I didn't see it happen, but I think he knocked himself unconscious, as when I found the damage, I remembered seeing him lying on the living room floor, looking a little stunned. He left the cords strictly alone after that!
I guess his lack of crimes shows the advantage of adopting a dog that's past the puppy chewing stage! He was three when I brought him home.
by Kalibeck on 08 October 2011 - 16:10
None of my GSDs has ever been destructive, they are too smart to get me truly angry! As puppies my litter destroyed the 6 foot ficus tree my mom had grown from a twig, & proudly drug it around.....they were too damn proud of themselves for killing the big, menacing potted plant to be angry with them! And they did it in the time it took for me to leave the porch they were playing on & answer the telephone & return to the porch!
My son's GSD mix, however, was a master of destruction. He chewed every single left shoe I ever owned while he was alive. He even opened a sliding closet door, got a brand new pair of $100.00 nursing shoes out of their box, off the top shelf of the closet, removed the LEFT shoe only, & daintily nibbled around the entire top of the shoe! And this before I had even gotten to wear them once! It was like a special challenge to him, find & destroy....& why only the left shoe? And how could he tell right shoe from left?????
Plus this dog was a supreme counter surfer....he once took a whole Thanksgiving turkey right off the dinner table! His name was Buddha...but I called him B.U.D., for Big Ugly Dog! He would also get loose, & NEVER came when called. He was into playing keep away, the only way you could get him to come back was to go back into the house, close the door & wait. He'd eventually show up on the porch. My son would be so upset, & want to keep chasing him, playing that frustrating game, he'd let you get close enough to touch his fur, then he'd bolt. I can remember my boy crying, "But he'll get hit by a car!" & thinking to myself, we wouldn't be that lucky! He was the dog with anal furunculosis; I wound up washing & medicating his bloody rectum twice a day. Never really liked that dog....but he certainly was a character!
jackie harris
My son's GSD mix, however, was a master of destruction. He chewed every single left shoe I ever owned while he was alive. He even opened a sliding closet door, got a brand new pair of $100.00 nursing shoes out of their box, off the top shelf of the closet, removed the LEFT shoe only, & daintily nibbled around the entire top of the shoe! And this before I had even gotten to wear them once! It was like a special challenge to him, find & destroy....& why only the left shoe? And how could he tell right shoe from left?????
Plus this dog was a supreme counter surfer....he once took a whole Thanksgiving turkey right off the dinner table! His name was Buddha...but I called him B.U.D., for Big Ugly Dog! He would also get loose, & NEVER came when called. He was into playing keep away, the only way you could get him to come back was to go back into the house, close the door & wait. He'd eventually show up on the porch. My son would be so upset, & want to keep chasing him, playing that frustrating game, he'd let you get close enough to touch his fur, then he'd bolt. I can remember my boy crying, "But he'll get hit by a car!" & thinking to myself, we wouldn't be that lucky! He was the dog with anal furunculosis; I wound up washing & medicating his bloody rectum twice a day. Never really liked that dog....but he certainly was a character!
jackie harris
by mfh27 on 08 October 2011 - 18:10
Sunsilver - sorry to hear of your husband and the torn up Bible.
My husband and I were staying in a hotel for a friends wedding and had brought our dogs and cat. After a late night of partying with the bride and groom, we came back to the hotel to crash. Unbeknown to us, one of our dogs had helped himself to 3lbs of kitty litter and had drunk a large amount of water out of the toilet (to satiate the kitty litter induced stomach dryness). Right as we were getting ready to take the dogs out, the kitty-litter-eater randomly jumps on the bed (which our dogs aren't allowed on). Both my husband and I yell "no" almost reflexively, and kitty-litter-eater proceeds to pee all over the bed and pillows at 1:00am. We take him out side and he pees for another good few minutes.
We ended up having to buy an additional room to sleep in, and locked the kitty-litter-eater up in the bathroom (which he soaked in pee by the next morning).
My husband and I were staying in a hotel for a friends wedding and had brought our dogs and cat. After a late night of partying with the bride and groom, we came back to the hotel to crash. Unbeknown to us, one of our dogs had helped himself to 3lbs of kitty litter and had drunk a large amount of water out of the toilet (to satiate the kitty litter induced stomach dryness). Right as we were getting ready to take the dogs out, the kitty-litter-eater randomly jumps on the bed (which our dogs aren't allowed on). Both my husband and I yell "no" almost reflexively, and kitty-litter-eater proceeds to pee all over the bed and pillows at 1:00am. We take him out side and he pees for another good few minutes.
We ended up having to buy an additional room to sleep in, and locked the kitty-litter-eater up in the bathroom (which he soaked in pee by the next morning).
by vonissk on 08 October 2011 - 19:10
I have had many many times I wanted to kill mine!!!! Sorry nothing to report lately. BUT I had ordered some trees and I finally got around to planting them yesterday. I had had someone dig the holes so actual planting was no biggie. It was all the work fixing them so the dogs couldn't run over them or chew them down that took all afternoon. I was beat.
I am going to attach a pic of what I did to protect them. Before you laugh, remember I am poor and decided to use things that I already had around the house. I had bought a new xpen not long ago and I used the stakes that came in it to hold everything down. So what does this have to do with the subject? Maybe just maybe this will prolong their life a little longer!!!! LOL.....
I am going to attach a pic of what I did to protect them. Before you laugh, remember I am poor and decided to use things that I already had around the house. I had bought a new xpen not long ago and I used the stakes that came in it to hold everything down. So what does this have to do with the subject? Maybe just maybe this will prolong their life a little longer!!!! LOL.....
by Felloffher on 08 October 2011 - 19:10
One of my dogs does something daily that makes me want to pull out my own hair. On the flip side they make me smile every day, so I just take the good with the bad.
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