Favorite pet memory! - for fun.

[NewWine]

Great story...Oscars are cool fish!! Very social.
I had a Search and Rescue K9 partner we named Darby Jack. She was a golden retriever with a 98% training find rate! She loved to be groomed...brushed, bathed whatever made her "pretty". One day our 3 daughters were all in the floor, on newspaper polishing their toenails. Darby laid smack dab in the middle and put her paws out, so being little girls they polished her toenails(paw nails?). it became a thing then.....everything she saw a bottle of nail polish in their hands, she would stick a paw out. For summer they were red white and blue, around Christmas they would be glittery gold and red, pastels for spring....wild colors for fun...anything as long as she got the attention and was made a "pretty girl".
The girls were interested in dog training like I did, so I taught them how to train her, and they gave her special code words for tricks, that way their words wouldn't interfere with our training, confusing the dog. If they said the word "Pickle" and raise their arms, she would jump. "Macaroni" made her grab a specific toy. The kids had so much fun with her!! We all did.

 

[NewWine]

That time I wore Mystery as a bracelet..... lol View attachment 156334

The "Mystery" there would be how I was able to have a photo taken with a snake on my arm without fainting. lol Snakes are awesome though.

 

[Pipp]

When I wore my hair in a ponytail while holding her...she'd come up through the back of my hair and rest her head on top of mine. I may have another picture of her....

 

[Church2u2]

My kids talked me into buying them a Japanese fighting fish two years ago .They named him Shrek but he died and since then no-one in my house has bought a fish..We suspect the cat..hmmm..

 

[Pipp]

Ah... here she is

 

[Sonflower]

Probably when my toy poodle bolted outside the moment the door was opened and chased away a pit bull that was in my yard. She's a savage with no chill lol.

I have a mini dachshund currently. She thinks she is tough, until approached by whatever she is barking at. Then she cowers and squeals like a middle school girl at a boy band concert and runs and hides. She's such a diva.

 

[Depleted]

Ball python

Pretty -- in a manly-kind-of-way of course. (I think most snakes are pretty, but my brother got upset when I used girly words like that. lol Water moccasin is the only snake I can think of that I don't consider pretty.)

 

[Pemican]

We had a pet raccoon once, which we got as a baby. His name was Roscoe. We had him in a big walk-in cage with a big tub of water and we use to drop grapes into the water. He would fish them out with his clever hands, never looking at what he was doing but looking around defensively. Also we fed him hard boiled eggs (hard boiled so he wouldn't make a mess with a raw egg). His eyes would practically glow when he saw the egg, he wanted it so bad.

 

[Depleted]

Our cat Funk will leave us presents. He's an indoor cat so he finds things in the house that he can carry in his mouth. We adopted Funk and his brother Jazz when they were 5 years old, we didn't know he did that.

We keep a lot of the kid's toys in the attic. Everyday we'd find stuffed animal's, one day he dragged down a baby doll probably by the hair. My Husband kept telling the kid's to put their stuff away when they're done. They denied bringing it down and I'd say, they weren't up there today. So we had no clue what or who was moving these toys. Until one day I saw Funk struggle down the steps with a piglet stuffed animal in his mouth.

He still leaves us gift's, hat's, gloves, the occasional shoe, it's very cute.

Our cat left presents too. He was still a kitten when he left the first one. Summertime, barefoot, brown shag throw rug, and guess how I found the matching brown mouse.

8 AM on a Sunday and hubby was waking me up about what YOUR cat did. He didn't like the dead squirrel dropped at his feet to go with his first cup of coffee. He didn't complain when we missed church so I could save the paralyzed squirrel in front of our doorway. (There was a Squirrel Lady who took in injured squirrels in our county.)

And both of us, plus the cat, chased the sparrow the cat brought in when it was still alive for 45 minutes another time.

The good part was the cat didn't gift all his prey. I heard, but didn't see, the moth at the window after the cat and I were in bed trying to sleep. Bo (the cat), quietly climbed off my neck, hopped up to the window, then I heard venetian blinds crash, and then the worst. I heard the kitten smacking his lips.

We used to find squirrel tails around the yard. I thought that was bad, until I found just the head! I saw him with a cottontail in his mouth. Two baby bunny tails found. I don't know how many were in that brood, but Momma and the rest left our yard.

It could be worse. lol

 

[Depleted]

There was also the time Lady caught the live squirrel. She was so proud of herself and confused when I made her drop it. The squirrel ran off in a zig zag formation due to the dizziness she acquired by spinning furiously in my dogs mouth to get loose. I'm surprised that squirrel didn't die of heart failure. She brought my ALL kinds of interesting things. A live squirrel...a dead bird...other people's trash. I had enough of my own trash..apparently she thought I needed more.

Still? Better a dead bird than a live one. lol

 

[Depleted]

My kids talked me into buying them a Japanese fighting fish two years ago .They named him Shrek but he died and since then no-one in my house has bought a fish..We suspect the cat..hmmm..

If it was the cat, you'd be wondering how a fish could disappear. Just sayin'. lol

 

[Depleted]

Ah... here she is

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I could take a snake crawling on the back of my neck, but I'm too ticklish for the front. Go figure.

 

[Sonflower]

Still? Better a dead bird than a live one. lol

Agreed!! I only gagged a little when she gulped down said dead bird....she was also our fly hunter. No fly was spared.

 

[Fenner]

Our cat left presents too. He was still a kitten when he left the first one. Summertime, barefoot, brown shag throw rug, and guess how I found the matching brown mouse.

8 AM on a Sunday and hubby was waking me up about what YOUR cat did. He didn't like the dead squirrel dropped at his feet to go with his first cup of coffee. He didn't complain when we missed church so I could save the paralyzed squirrel in front of our doorway. (There was a Squirrel Lady who took in injured squirrels in our county.)

And both of us, plus the cat, chased the sparrow the cat brought in when it was still alive for 45 minutes another time.

The good part was the cat didn't gift all his prey. I heard, but didn't see, the moth at the window after the cat and I were in bed trying to sleep. Bo (the cat), quietly climbed off my neck, hopped up to the window, then I heard venetian blinds crash, and then the worst. I heard the kitten smacking his lips.

We used to find squirrel tails around the yard. I thought that was bad, until I found just the head! I saw him with a cottontail in his mouth. Two baby bunny tails found. I don't know how many were in that brood, but Momma and the rest left our yard.

It could be worse. lol

My cat Fluffy would leave me dead critters. Not the most fun gift.

When I was growing up we had a cat named Pig. She got pretty because she had a thyroid problem, my Sister named because she annoyed her, not because she was fat. Anyhow pig used to sit up like a person in a chair, she'd rest her little Paw's on her belly. My Dad wanted a mouse, well Pig worked for no man, she was her own woman. One day she was sitting in the kitchen and we saw a mouse run right by her. She did a heavy sigh and went back to sleep. It was hysterical. My Dad and Pig were best buddies until he died. She ended up having a litter of kittens. When my Dad wouldn't feel well she kept those kitten's away. When he died she mourned him, and this is going to sound weird, but It's not. We lived next door to a cemetery, my Dad was buried close to our house, sometimes I'd walk up there and Pig would be asleep on his headstone. I believe they connected again in Heaven.

 

[Fenner]

Sorry for the typos. My sister named her pig.

 

[Lynx]

Hmm, cats and presents... I had a cat a couple years ago, named her Nancia. Nancia was a sweetheart, I could never get her to roughhouse with me. She only wanted to purr and be petted.

But she was blue murder on the local wildlife. For some reason she would leave her kills beside the food bowl and eat the cat food. Mice, moles, lizards, squirrels, even a rabbit one time - Only one mark on the whole body, a neat little plug smaller than a dime out of the back of the rabbit's neck.

But birds, she would eat them herself. I don't know why she preferred them over rabbit, but she would eat everything but the feathers. Feet, beak, everything. Sometimes when she was eating a bird the air would smell like really fresh ground chuck. I got the sneaking suspicion she was eating better than I was...

 

[Sonflower]

...Mice, moles, lizards, squirrels, even a rabbit one time - Only one mark on the whole body, a neat little plug smaller than a dime out of the back of the rabbit's neck.

...but she would eat everything but the feathers. Feet, beak, everything. Sometimes when she was eating a bird the air would smell like really fresh ground chuck. I got the sneaking suspicion she was eating better than I was...

I've always felt like cats are mostly like to kill us in our sleep. This just confirms it for me...

 

[zeroturbulence]

My cat Fluffy would leave me dead critters. Not the most fun gift.

When I was growing up we had a cat named Pig. She got pretty because she had a thyroid problem, my Sister named because she annoyed her, not because she was fat. Anyhow pig used to sit up like a person in a chair, she'd rest her little Paw's on her belly. My Dad wanted a mouse, well Pig worked for no man, she was her own woman. One day she was sitting in the kitchen and we saw a mouse run right by her. She did a heavy sigh and went back to sleep. It was hysterical. My Dad and Pig were best buddies until he died. She ended up having a litter of kittens. When my Dad wouldn't feel well she kept those kitten's away. When he died she mourned him, and this is going to sound weird, but It's not. We lived next door to a cemetery, my Dad was buried close to our house, sometimes I'd walk up there and Pig would be asleep on his headstone. I believe they connected again in Heaven.

That last part is so sad. I do believe pets can have a special bond to their owners, and what's really amazing is that she knew which headstone was his.

 

[MollyConnor]

I have tons of pet stories! Let me think of the best ones hehe.

My brother and I had a swing set as kids that we would use to climb. We would make believe that we were in the Super Mario game and that the ground was covered in lava so we couldn't touch it. One day we thought it would be cool to use our dog as a Yoshi. We grabbed Lucky (our mutt dog) and tried to put him on top of the two seated swing. He got mad and growled at us. Lucky was a dog we saved from the pound and he had been found after a car accident. So there was an area where he didn't like to be touched. Lucky was a cool dog that would let us do pretty much anything to him until we grabbed his thigh area that one day. I'll always remember him!

During the time that we had Lucky, we also had a chihuahua named Tyson...because he would bite your ears. Anyways the neighbor's dog got in a fight with Lucky and Tyson tried to help him out. It was the cutest thing! He was tiny and he went in and tried to get the other dog off of Lucky. Thankfully all three dogs made it out okay, but yikes. We made sure Lucky was inside the fence from then on.

My current chihuahua, Fifi, is very attached to me. She's actually the only pet I have that's mine right now. I've had her for 10 years and she's still going strong. Because she's old though, she doesn't have a lot of teeth and her tongue sticks out lol. Very cute!

My mom has a toy poodle right now. If I try to get close to her for a hug, the dog will go crazy with jealously. lol She will start barking and crying for attention.

 

[Fenner]

That last part is so sad. I do believe pets can have a special bond to their owners, and what's really amazing is that she knew which headstone was his.

She'd see us there all the time and come over. So I think she felt safe there. One time during a burial service my Mom saw her asleep on one of the headstones and made me go get her.