Stories of your pets!

[ClickityChick123]

Hi y'all! This thread is fully dedicated to telling stories of your pets (funny, embarrassing, and anything else)!
I'll start, we once had a yellow lab that was crazy, to say the least, and she was my responsibility. I had to watch her ALL THE TIME so when I go out for a bathroom break and come back, of course she's given someone a concussion.

To give more information, she had the zoomies at that moment and someone had decided he should lay on the ground to play with her. She accidently kicked a stool at his head and gave him a concussion. It was only mild but still...

Your turn!

 

[BigBlueHen53]

Gracie was my previous Sheltie. She once chased off not one, not even two, but THREE coyotes. She took seriously her job of guarding her territory. Mostly she spent her time lying on the top step, either at the front or the back door, surveying her domain. She'd even bark at the squirrels in the trees over her head. When we fiirst moved here to SE Missouri fron Arizone when she was six months old, there were some things she had to get used to. Shelties are sheep herders and herding comes naturally to them. One morning our first Spring here, I heard her barking frantically and running circles around something on the ground. Oh dear, I thought, She's got a snake! I put on my shoes and ran out to see. There, in the middle of her circle, was a good-sized, harmless and bemused looking three-toed turtle, looking like it just wanted to continue its journey unmolested. Gracie was trying to herd a turtle.

On another occasion I looked out a window and saw her running a big, wide circle, barking of corse, as it was her stock in trade, leaping up and snapping at something in the air. I watched her for a few munutes but could make no sense of what she was doing so I called my DH. He took one look out the window and chuckled. "She's trying to herd dragonflies," he told me. Another effort in futility.

Gracie eventually accepted both turtles and dragonflies as visitors to her kingdom that she could ignore. But squirrels never did get a pass. And Billy, one of our first cats, patiently, persistently and deliberately taught her to kill and eat moles, although she clearly did not like them. But that's a tale for another day, perhaps.