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by Kalibeck on 03 February 2012 - 00:02
I didn't want to hijack the protection dog thread on the GSD board, so I thought I'd start another thread over here, for funny or astounding dog stories. We haven't done this in a while, how about sharing your amuzing anecdotes about your dogs, or funny stories you've heard here? I know I could use a laugh, things have been too sad at my house lately. Carl decided to try to cheer me up by telling a bunch of funny dog stories, so I'll share a couple of them with you.
First is the story of Bob. Bob was a big, black, wolf hybrid that Carl was given by one of his tenents in NYC. The dog did not respect Carl when he first came to live with Carl, & would growl at Carl & try to dominate him at every move the dog didn't like. From what Carl describes, he finally lifted him up by the collar when Bob growled at him, & after that, Bob would follow Carl around like a puppy. Bob was especially proective of Carl's daughter Yvonne. Yvonne could walk with Bob anywhere in the city, & Bob would walk along with her in the shadows, only making his prescence known if someone tried to bother the girl. Then Bob would drop down on his belly & slink out until he was in striking distance, & stand up & growl. Carl said many a fellow ran right out of his shoes, leaving his shoes behind for Yvonne to collect as trophies. Bob would use them as chew toys when they got home. Bob once treed a meter reader who ventured into the fenced back yard despite the sign. The meter reader flagged down a cop, who also wound up in the same tree. Bob let them both in the yard, but wouldn't let them out. He patiently waited under the tree until Carl got home & called him off. The meter reader asked the cop, "Why didn't you shoot the dog?" And the cop replied, "That dog was doing his job, & we were where we should not have been, & he didn't bite us, he just held us there!" Don't know if that would have worked out that way these days.....Bob alerted Carl to several break-ins, & saved a little old lady neighbor from a sexual predator while he lived. Wolf now fills his shoes, many of Carl's older neighbors believe Wolf is Bob come back to life!
My son in law met a well trained GSD before the holidays...he & my daughter & her family were going to Wally world when they noticed a pick-up truck with a beautiful big Christmas tree, fresh cut, in the bed of the truck. As they walked up the row of parked vehicles towards the store, a handsome black & tan GSD stood up in the back of the pick up as well, & stood there slowly wagging his tail, watching them approach. My son-in-law, who has a GSD of his own, (& you'd think would KNOW BETTER!) decided that this nice looking boy was FRIENDLY, & reached in to the bed to pet him. My daughter said that when son-in-law's hand passed over the side of the pick up, dog transformed from happy wagger to MONSTER......LMAO!!! He narrowly avoided being bitten, & of course the minute he backed up doggie was nice again......ROTFLMAO!!! Honestly, some folks never learn!
jackie harris
First is the story of Bob. Bob was a big, black, wolf hybrid that Carl was given by one of his tenents in NYC. The dog did not respect Carl when he first came to live with Carl, & would growl at Carl & try to dominate him at every move the dog didn't like. From what Carl describes, he finally lifted him up by the collar when Bob growled at him, & after that, Bob would follow Carl around like a puppy. Bob was especially proective of Carl's daughter Yvonne. Yvonne could walk with Bob anywhere in the city, & Bob would walk along with her in the shadows, only making his prescence known if someone tried to bother the girl. Then Bob would drop down on his belly & slink out until he was in striking distance, & stand up & growl. Carl said many a fellow ran right out of his shoes, leaving his shoes behind for Yvonne to collect as trophies. Bob would use them as chew toys when they got home. Bob once treed a meter reader who ventured into the fenced back yard despite the sign. The meter reader flagged down a cop, who also wound up in the same tree. Bob let them both in the yard, but wouldn't let them out. He patiently waited under the tree until Carl got home & called him off. The meter reader asked the cop, "Why didn't you shoot the dog?" And the cop replied, "That dog was doing his job, & we were where we should not have been, & he didn't bite us, he just held us there!" Don't know if that would have worked out that way these days.....Bob alerted Carl to several break-ins, & saved a little old lady neighbor from a sexual predator while he lived. Wolf now fills his shoes, many of Carl's older neighbors believe Wolf is Bob come back to life!
My son in law met a well trained GSD before the holidays...he & my daughter & her family were going to Wally world when they noticed a pick-up truck with a beautiful big Christmas tree, fresh cut, in the bed of the truck. As they walked up the row of parked vehicles towards the store, a handsome black & tan GSD stood up in the back of the pick up as well, & stood there slowly wagging his tail, watching them approach. My son-in-law, who has a GSD of his own, (& you'd think would KNOW BETTER!) decided that this nice looking boy was FRIENDLY, & reached in to the bed to pet him. My daughter said that when son-in-law's hand passed over the side of the pick up, dog transformed from happy wagger to MONSTER......LMAO!!! He narrowly avoided being bitten, & of course the minute he backed up doggie was nice again......ROTFLMAO!!! Honestly, some folks never learn!
jackie harris
by 3Shep2 on 03 February 2012 - 00:02
There are so many things my old dog did in his younger years-he would be in a down stay in obedience class and would start slowly crawling across the floor-it was just too funny to correct-we had to turn away to hide our laughter. He also loved to go after my toes when I first arose in the morning-eyes still full of sleep and still unsteady and me trying to dance away from his little nibbles. If I became involved in something, I would feel "eyes" watching and would look up and find him staring at me from across the room/yard.
When he was three I bought a Maine Coon Cat-now this cat had been raised around the gaint breeds and thought nothing of a Shepherd-the dog hadn't seen a cat since he was a wee pup so for the first three days if the cat touched him he would leap straight in the air; then they started playing and if either got too rough they would go to opposite corners then it progress to no hold barred with noone ever being injured-best of friends.
He really had a hang up on water-going after what I might toss from the outside water dish; racing back and from along the hose-biting the hose at each end-I do not know how many hoses I had to replace and really being nuts in a sprinkler-he was indeed a very unique character!
When he was three I bought a Maine Coon Cat-now this cat had been raised around the gaint breeds and thought nothing of a Shepherd-the dog hadn't seen a cat since he was a wee pup so for the first three days if the cat touched him he would leap straight in the air; then they started playing and if either got too rough they would go to opposite corners then it progress to no hold barred with noone ever being injured-best of friends.
He really had a hang up on water-going after what I might toss from the outside water dish; racing back and from along the hose-biting the hose at each end-I do not know how many hoses I had to replace and really being nuts in a sprinkler-he was indeed a very unique character!
by Kalibeck on 03 February 2012 - 01:02
3Shep2 your boy sounds like he was a true character! I love those moments when you just can't look at them another moment or you'll just bust.......thanks for sharing! jackie harris
by macrowe1 on 03 February 2012 - 02:02
I've came home to the "oh my gosh what did you do" so many times. Luna was 4 months old, I left her in her crate and went to class, like I did during the week (most of the time she was great), and I came home to find her crate moved over about 3-4 inches, half of my comforter gone, and a giant hole in the side of my mattress. There was cotton and feathers everywhere. She had managed to scoot her crate over somehow, I don't know if it was running around in it like a banshee or what, and had gotten close enough to my bed to pull in part of my comforter into the crate, shred it, get a hold of my mattress, and chew the siding off of it, and remove the cotton stuffing. I was soooooo mad, but then I looked at her, cotton stuck in her fur, tail wagging, and just couldn't stay mad.
by Kalibeck on 03 February 2012 - 03:02
She sounds so cute! My girl Kali used to lo-o-ove my down comforter, too. They look so adorable covered in feathers, & then they make those puppy dog eyes! Thanks for sharing! jackie harris
by melba on 03 February 2012 - 12:02
I think my GSD Sydney was maybe 2 at the time, and my vehicle of choice was a mini van.
We had come home from training one day, parked the van in the driveway and was getting ready to unload equipment. As I walked to the
rear of the van, I hear the famous click of the doors being locked. Crap. I look around and realised I had left my van keys, house keys and
phone in the van. Double crap. So here I am, walking around the van trying to figure out what to do, trying to gete her back in the driver's
seat. She was not budging from that back seat! Grrrr..... Luckily, it had the back windows that were motorize and the one was cracked open.
Ok, now how do I get in. Fast forward 1/2 hour, found a screw driver and proceeded to unscrew the back window from the motor... ok, now
the window is disconnected, but still trying to figure out how to get in!! A bucket! I had the bright idea to stand on the bucket, force the window
open (much farther then it was ever intended I might add) and dump myself into the back. After I nearly got stuck with my butt hanging out
of the window, I was finally able to wiggle in. Poor Syd is terrified at this point because Mom is LIVID. LOL But we got the doors unlocked, van
put back together, kids in the house and I never left my keys in the van again.
Moral of the story: NEVER trust a dog to let you back in!!!! LOL
Melissa
We had come home from training one day, parked the van in the driveway and was getting ready to unload equipment. As I walked to the
rear of the van, I hear the famous click of the doors being locked. Crap. I look around and realised I had left my van keys, house keys and
phone in the van. Double crap. So here I am, walking around the van trying to figure out what to do, trying to gete her back in the driver's
seat. She was not budging from that back seat! Grrrr..... Luckily, it had the back windows that were motorize and the one was cracked open.
Ok, now how do I get in. Fast forward 1/2 hour, found a screw driver and proceeded to unscrew the back window from the motor... ok, now
the window is disconnected, but still trying to figure out how to get in!! A bucket! I had the bright idea to stand on the bucket, force the window
open (much farther then it was ever intended I might add) and dump myself into the back. After I nearly got stuck with my butt hanging out
of the window, I was finally able to wiggle in. Poor Syd is terrified at this point because Mom is LIVID. LOL But we got the doors unlocked, van
put back together, kids in the house and I never left my keys in the van again.
Moral of the story: NEVER trust a dog to let you back in!!!! LOL
Melissa
by Kalibeck on 03 February 2012 - 13:02
LOL, Melissa, I would have been SOL, no way I could fit through a window!!! Good thing you are slim & resourceful! Very funny! jackie harris
by Sunsilver on 03 February 2012 - 13:02
I was tracking with my dogs in Sundridge, I had parked my SUV in the shade with the windows open a fair way while I ran a track with Ranger.
We were near to finishing the track, when Star joined us! I hauled her ass back to the Toyota to find in the less than 10 minutes we'd been gone, she'd gottten into my packsack, and helped herself to the treat bag, knocked my keys on the floor between the seats, so they were very hard to fish out, and chewed the top off a water botttle. She then squeezed through the window. In the process, she managed to lock the door, and knock the side-view mirror askew.
The next day, I went out and bought a wire crate just for use in the car....
A week or so later, I'd just finished a track with Star (alone, fortunately!) I was just about to drive away, when I spotted a tracking marker I'd missed. Since we were going home I hadn't bothered to put her in the crate.
In the 60 seconds it took me to retrieve the marker, she LOCKED ME OUT! And it was a hot day, and the SUV was in the full, blazing sun! It was also a weekend, and, of course, I didn't have my cell phone with me. It took me 30 minutes just to find someone who could help. He was a mechanic, so, fortunately, it took him only seconds to release the door by sliding a piece of metal down inside the door frame. WHEW!
I was careful not to make that mistake again!
We were near to finishing the track, when Star joined us! I hauled her ass back to the Toyota to find in the less than 10 minutes we'd been gone, she'd gottten into my packsack, and helped herself to the treat bag, knocked my keys on the floor between the seats, so they were very hard to fish out, and chewed the top off a water botttle. She then squeezed through the window. In the process, she managed to lock the door, and knock the side-view mirror askew.
The next day, I went out and bought a wire crate just for use in the car....
A week or so later, I'd just finished a track with Star (alone, fortunately!) I was just about to drive away, when I spotted a tracking marker I'd missed. Since we were going home I hadn't bothered to put her in the crate.
In the 60 seconds it took me to retrieve the marker, she LOCKED ME OUT! And it was a hot day, and the SUV was in the full, blazing sun! It was also a weekend, and, of course, I didn't have my cell phone with me. It took me 30 minutes just to find someone who could help. He was a mechanic, so, fortunately, it took him only seconds to release the door by sliding a piece of metal down inside the door frame. WHEW!
I was careful not to make that mistake again!
by beetree on 03 February 2012 - 14:02
Ah, reminds me of the days when a coat hanger could save your butt from the locksmith, or the rescue me call. LOL I got pretty good at it. 
by Dawulf on 03 February 2012 - 14:02
Yesterday, we came home from work (she comes with me) and as usual, my cat comes running out, all happy to see us (or me anyway, LOL). So I got down and started petting Chey (the cat) and she's all being cute, rolling on the ground and purring. Now Qira (in my avatar), gets SO jealous if I'm petting Chey or the other dog and not her - God forbid, y'know... so she's standing next to me watching Chey's antics. I happened to look over at Qira, make eye contact, and all of the sudden Qira face-plants into the ground, flops to her side, starts rolling around with that tongue lolling, and the cat just looks at her like "Hey! That's my bit!" LOL!
Then this morning I was sitting at the computer and hear this thumping noise. I turn around and she is passed out on my bed, wagging her tail in her sleep. LOL! I wanted to laugh so hard.
These are the two that are fresh in my mind, anyways. :) Best thing about having pets is their ability to make you smile. <3
Then this morning I was sitting at the computer and hear this thumping noise. I turn around and she is passed out on my bed, wagging her tail in her sleep. LOL! I wanted to laugh so hard.
These are the two that are fresh in my mind, anyways. :) Best thing about having pets is their ability to make you smile. <3
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