What have you caught your pet doing?

[NuclearNed]

My indoor dog Coda knows very well that she isn't allowed on the furniture. She wouldn't be caught dead on it while the wife & I are around.

Yesterday the wife went walking while I was in the master bathroom shaving. Apparently Coda forgot I was there... After several minutes when I walked into the living room, there she was standing on the couch watching out the window for my wife to return. The look she gave me was priceless - probably the same look I would have gotten had I caught my imaginary teenage son with a Hustler and a box of tissues.

She immediately jumped down and acted embarrassed the rest of the night.

 

[techs]

I once walked in on my dog building a weapon of mass destruction.

 

[z1ggy]

Walked in on her chewing my shoes. She kind of just froze and looked at me, shoe in mouth, with a look on her face,"uhhhhh it wasn't me!".

 

[Hayabusa Rider]

I once walked in on my dog building a weapon of mass destruction.

Stop your dog from calling me with death threats!

 

[darkewaffle]

The other night I hear a little tinkling noise and I see my cat pissing in the corner of my room. I barked at her and she flew out of my room, I go downstairs to get stuff to clean it up, and find that she came back to finish the job lol, fuckin hell.

 

[tfinch2]

Doing the drag down the hall

 

[highland145]

Some years back, my then ~6 year old son starts screaming from the other room. I run in to see my kid curled up on the floor and the spaniel humping the back of his head (thankfully). Had his sorry ass snipped ASAP. The dog, not the boy. And I smiled when I wrote the check to the vet.

 

[NuclearNed]

I once walked in on my dog building a weapon of mass destruction.

That's hardcore. Chemical? Biological? Nuclear?

 

[techs]

I once walked in on my dog building a weapon of mass destruction.

That's hardcore. Chemical? Biological? Nuclear?

Excretory.

 

[TraumaRN]

On a couple occasions one of my snowshoe siameses has been caught by me in the shower singing away. Its one of those stand-up showers with vinyl walls so his meowing echos like crazy. The look is always the same, uhhhh dad that's not me....its that other cat that lives here.

Also I'll walk in on them fighting literally biting each others throats they'll see me straighten right up and start purring and licking each other as to say see dad I love my brother. Always cracks me up.

 

[highland145]

So this explains the water bill.

 

[mmntech]

Been a long time since I had my dog (14 years, wow) but some of his finer moments included food.
-Once ate an entire pound of butter off the kitchen table. The resulting mess was the consistency and colour of chocolate syrup, all over the laundry room floor.
-Once ate a baby rabbit, and became violently ill.
-Ate a dead bird, became violently ill, contributed to his death. We discovered he had spleen cancer and thus had a compromised immune system. Resulted in blood poisoning.

My favourite things he used to do were much milder. If we left him in the backyard too long, he used to run away... to the front door. Guess he figured if we wouldn't let him in the back way, we'd let him in the front.

 

[terry107]

Dogs: We have 2 - old and young. The young one will get bored and destroy whatever she can get her paws on. Since she's a pit, the destruction is usually quick and thorough. We've caught her destroying shoes, towels, tape dispensers, and candles (which she ate - we only found the wick) to name a few. The old dog isn't nearly as bad, but she likes to get on the guest couch when we are not home. She thinks she is so sneaky. She'll get on when we leave and hop off when she hears us drive up. I've caught her a couple of times and she always has a classic oh shit look on her face.

Cats: We have 2 of these as well, but only one is bad. She will "hunt" inside the house and her favorite targets are plastic bags and sealed air bubble packaging. She will grab her prey, run back to the laundry room, and proceed to kill it - usually by shredding. She then carries what's left into the litterbox and buries it in her crap.

 

[alkemyst]

Being nearly as epic as me.

 

[alkemyst]

Dogs: We have 2 - old and young. The young one will get bored and destroy whatever she can get her paws on. Since she's a pit, the destruction is usually quick and thorough. We've caught her destroying shoes, towels, tape dispensers, and candles (which she ate - we only found the wick) to name a few. The old dog isn't nearly as bad, but she likes to get on the guest couch when we are not home. She thinks she is so sneaky. She'll get on when we leave and hop off when she hears us drive up. I've caught her a couple of times and she always has a classic oh shit look on her face.

Cats: We have 2 of these as well, but only one is bad. She will "hunt" inside the house and her favorite targets are plastic bags and sealed air bubble packaging. She will grab her prey, run back to the laundry room, and proceed to kill it - usually by shredding. She then carries what's left into the litterbox and buries it in her crap.

Sounds like you should be crate training that puppy. Eating a candle could have resulted in a dead dog when you got home.

 

[Crusty]

Being nearly as epic as me.

So you don't have any pets then?

 

[terry107]

Sounds like you should be crate training that puppy. Eating a candle could have resulted in a dead dog when you got home.

She is definitely crate trained - our house would be destroyed if she wasn't; however, as she has gotten older (close to 2 now), we've started leaving her out to see how she does. She is getting much better but still goes in her crate when we are gone all day.

The candle incident was a tag team effort. The cat got on the dining room table, knocked down the candle (dinner type), and the dog ate it.

 

[alkemyst]

She is definitely crate trained - our house would be destroyed if she wasn't; however, as she has gotten older (close to 2 now), we've started leaving her out to see how she does. She is getting much better but still goes in her crate when we are gone all day.

The candle incident was a tag team effort. The cat got on the dining room table, knocked down the candle (dinner type), and the dog ate it.

Well when you are crate training there really shouldn't be any periods without supervision. Once they start learning bad tricks, it's hard to break them of them.

 

[Perknose]

Some years back, my then ~6 year old son starts screaming from the other room. I run in to see my kid curled up on the floor and the spaniel humping the back of his head (thankfully). Had his sorry ass snipped ASAP. The dog, not the boy. And I smiled when I wrote the check to the vet.

Did this stop the behavior? It's often too late once it's been learned, and anyway, humping of this nature is generally more about dominance than sex.

 

[highland145]

Did this stop the behavior? It's often too late once it's been learned, and anyway, humping of this nature is generally more about dominance than sex.

Never happened again but he couldn't have been more than 6 months old. IIRC, he was just was old enough to be snipped.

 

[sourceninja]

I woke up one saturday morning and went downstairs, grabbed a breakfast shake and sat on the couch to watch some tv and wake up. My cat jumps up on my lap and is very happy. I pet him for a minute, he turns around and sprays me with about a 1/2 gallon of urine.

I was really pissed (both off and on), but my wife talked me into taking him to the vet (rather than murdering him and using his fur as a shower poof). Turned out he was really really sick, some anti-biotics cleared him right up though.

 

[OCGuy]

I caught my dog licking the peanut butter off of my balls.

 

[HamburgerBoy]

My pug was a super-muscular ~30lb closer-to-bulldog-size freak, and fairly smart too. He knew how to open cabinets as well as the empty ice cream cartoon we filled with his food, and ate nearly the entire gallon of that before pretty much passing out of exhaustion. Another time he somehow knocked a box of protein powder off a shelf and ate a few packets of that as well, his face completely covered in sticky white man-making goodness. Also knew how to unscrew lids, which got him into a case of bacon treats. After that we finally learned to keep everything well out of reach.

One time he crapped on the floor and when my dad started calling for him, Sparky wouldn't answer. He was already in fear, and if it wasn't for his whimpering in closing the sink cabinet door behind him (couldn't see/forgot where he was I guess) it would have taken forever to find him.

Oh, and he was master of the red rocket. We had our own term for it although I can't remember what it was, but basically several times a day he had a good two inch pink-ish tentacle sticking out of his crotch, and he loved to hump everything too. Weird thing is we fixed him when he was young. The dog was nothing but testosterone, but unfortunately his violence led to us putting him down after he bit a good gash into my youngest brother's ear.

EDIT: Oh yeah, and my mom would taking him jogging up to a mile at a time as well. He was a total freak.

 

[highland145]

^^^
LOL..

 

[benzylic]

Our english springer spaniel figured out how to jump onto a 3 foot tall table that sits downstairs and ate 2 whole bags of Pup peroni. He also has figured out that around 5 o'clock we come we so he sits in front of the window next to the front door that looks straight down the driveway and waits for us.