Win a DVD of "BEETHOVEN'S BIG BREAK" – A Hilarious Family Adventure!

Will have to think of the best thing sassy has ever done.

When I was little, I had a dog named Buttons. I got her for my birthday, and her favourite time of year was winter. She would always jump around in the snow, and, being a Lhaso Apso, she was a tiny little thing... she would come in with snow just clinging to her nose, her mouth, her paws... everything.
Also, when I would get home from dance classes in the winter, I would take off my coat and hang it on a chair. My coat had an attached scarf with little pom pons on the end... She would latch her teeth onto one and just chase it around and paw at it...

She was such a beautiful puppy! So much fun to be around. :) She was so very mischievous, and would get into things... she loved to chew on my coat, or romp around in the snow, or play with her puppy... she had a puppy, BJ, and the two would chase each other around the house, and just paw at each other and get into little play fights... :)

We LOVE dogs, currently we have 3 dogs. Max is our almost 9 year old Boxer Mix that we rescued from the Humane Society. Zeus is our 3 year old Fila Mastiff. Kitty is our 2 year old English Mastiff. Max weighs 80 pounds, Zeus weighs 120 pounds and kitty weighs 155 pounds.

Our dogs are BIG babies and they all think they are lap dogs. Once they get on your lap, you have to wait for them to get down in order for you to get up. All they want is your attention and for you to pet them. They think everyone comes to the house to visit them.

Max and Zeus have never chewed anything up. But Kitty did when she was a puppy, she did a few "naughty" things as a puppy. She chewed up part of our vinyl siding on the house and chewed up one of Stephy's baby dolls.

We got Kitty in December, so it was very cold and she was very little. One morning I put her out so she could go potty. When I went to let her in, I realized that she had never left the covered porch... she had pooped as close to the door as she could get! It was on the metal bottom of the door, I almost stepped right in it!

We took our three beagles with us on vacation for the first time last week. We went to the beach. They enjoyed walking and sniffing the sand, my oldest dog, Beau, even found a ghost crab that he thought would taste good and he got a pinch on the mouth for his efforts.

After letting them get use to the beach we took them closer to the surf. Each of the dogs will get into our koi pond so we didn't think they would be scared of the water but we were wrong. Standing in the wet sand all three dogs jumped, as if they felt an electric current, as soon as the surf approached them. They really were spooked at the water but their reactions were so funny and watching the three of them jump at the same time was hilarious.

The most mischievous thing my dog hannah has done is this:
2 years ago, on my sons birthday we took him out to dinner and when we got home I went into the kitchen to put the candles on the cake I had made him before we left and there was no cake! I called my dog and when she came into the room her face was no longer white! She was covered in chocolate icing, evedentally while we were gone she decided to get up on the counter and eat the cake. I was so mad I could have choked her but looking at the evidence all over her nose was to funny to yell at her without laughing, it was like asking a child if they ate all the cookies and they tell you no as they stand there with the remains all over them.

This is about my ten year old Border Collie, Dixie

Dixie has always been a magnificent frisbee player, she could run fast and jump high. As my only canine child at the time, she had her own toys and a basket to keep them in. She also had her own frisbee that we kept in the closet. When Dixie was about a year old we moved. It was a long moving day and on the last load one of my friends asked if I had everything. I said I did, just as I said that Dixie stepped out onto the porch with her frisbee in her mouth. It was like she was saying "okay now we're ready".
I don't know how I had missed her frisbee, maybe she had it with her but I will never forget that frisbee in her mouth and the look on her face.
It was definitely an AWWW moment

Oh man, where do I start?
My cat, Andrew, can open doors and loves to flick the light switches on and off. The craziest thing he ever did was jump up on top of the open door, he balanced on top of the 1 inch swinging door until he was able to cram himself on to the top of the bird cage. I even have a photo of this madness...

This is about my brother's old cat. She came home with him for Christmas one year (he was in college and on break for a month).

We had a candy dish filled with Hershey Kisses. We all came home one day and all the kisses were gone. No one knew where they went! We all swore my brother's friend Carl must have taken the candy to eat it! He was there alone with my brother while we were all gone so it seemed like the only plausible answer to the Kiss mystery.

The next month I moved the big ole' TV to vacuum behind it and there was a pile of Red, Green and Silver wrapped Hershey Kisses with little kitten teeth marks in each kiss. Cecil must have wanted us to have a good laugh after she went back home with my brother! We all felt bad for blaming the Kiss theft on Carl. :)

Well, my Princess, a Golden Retriever, managed to go into my boyfriends jeans pocket (which he left on the floor of the bedroom) pull out his wallet, and take every last dollar out of it, (this was the night before Super Bowl Sunday, so it was filled with cash to pay off some bets) and tore apart, and ate all of the money! Needless to say I think she thought the money should be spent on treats for her and not football! I may add that she managed to not do any damage to the wallet itself!

Princess again is a Golden Retriever, and thinks she is small enough to play with a Jack Russell Terrier. One night up north the Jack Russell out-smarted her while they were chasing each other, the Jack Russell ran right underneath a parked pick-up truck, Princess, unfortunately got stopped by the trailer hitch! She was fine, slowed her down for a minute, but still hasn't learned that she is too big to fit in small spaces while chasing Sadie!

We have a houseful of pets, and they all do some really funny and cute things.

One thing that our terrier mix, Trixie, does is answer the phone. She generally only does it when we're gone and it rings a lot, but more than one person has told us that when they try to call, someone picks up the phone, sniffs into it, and then hangs it back up. She uses the speaker phone button to do it usually. She has also used the speaker phone button and the redial button together to call someone back. She called my sister one night at 2 am!

We have one dog that is so pretty but please excuse me she is not very smart. She was an abused puppy. She was found in a box in the woods with her siblings.
So she is afraid of the dark afraid of loud noises, afraid of her reflection, afraid of small places, afraid of everything. It really is funny she is a big dog but you would never know by the way she acts. But she gets so excited when she is running around she runs into things.
She runs into trees and all kinds of things. My husband parked the truck in the backyard and she watched him. She got to running and ran right into the truck. She sat there and looked at the truck for a long time like who put that there.

Another thing that is funny about Shelby are dog is she knows how to open our sliding glass door. She also if she sees you in the sunroom. She will start shaking like she is cold and wants in. It can be 70 degrees outside and she is shaking like she is freezing.

Our dog Zack used to travel with us everywhere. He assisted me with my health issues. He and our friend's dog Lilly used to love to get together. Once when we were preparing to go somewhere for the day we thought it would be best to have Lilly stay outside and Zack inside. We left the glass doors open so Zack could feel the breeze through the screen doors.

Apparently they didn't agree with our plan. When we arrived back at our friend's house that evening Zack and Lilly were lounging outside by the pool and a screen in the front room was torn down. We paid to have the screens repaired.

So the next time we decided to leave both Zack and Lilly outside when we left. We returned to the house to see bowls of water and food sitting around the front door. The dogs weren't in the back yard and we couldn't find them. Shortly we heard a knock at the door and there was a neighbor smiling with both dogs next to her. It seems Lilly and Zack toured the neighborhood and garnered water and treats the entire day. They were the talk of the town. We joked that Zack dressed in his tuxedo (he was black with a strip of white) and Lilly with her flowing gown (dark long hair) had quite an evening out!

The next time both dogs stayed inside with the screen doors and the glass doors closed.

Lilly and Zack were the best friends. The first time we went to visit after Zack passed Lilly kept running to the door looking for Zack. I don't think Lilly ever forgave us. Now both dogs have passed and we smile when we think of the two of them running around together in doggie heaven, Zack in his tux and Lilly in her flowing gown.

When I was a little girl we used to have a basset hound named Pat and Furry a black cat. Furry loved to sit on a small table in the dinning room and wait for Pat to saunter by. She would wait for just the right moment and jump onto Pat's back. Then the fun would begin. Pat would run tearing through the house and Furry would hang on with her claws. Pat would stop fast hoping Furry would be thrown off. He would go in circles, do whatever it took to get Furry off of his back and her claws out of his skin. This of course would make Furry dig her claws in deeper. We would try to catch Pat to help him but he wouldn't slow down. Finally when he gave up he would walk over to one of us and we would remove Furry from his back.

This happened several times a day!

I think the cutest thing the Catfish do is all wave at the same time. My friends all love it. Its a great way to start a conversation when new clients come into my office, as everyone looks at the fish first.

Mittens - our grey tabby cat, he is a mischievious one!
Mittens loves to be outside. He is a great hunter & always brings home his loot to share with us.
When we were living in Texas, Mittens decided to kill a snake, and bring it into the house - through the doggie dog!
Not just any snake, but a copperhead snake!
Freaked my husband out for sure & he had an interesting time trying to kill it~

We adopted kittens this summer. The most attentive one is the smallest, and only girl- Kirese. She has to be petted, she hates not being paid attention to. Just last week, she climbed into bed with us. It was late, and I was almost asleep, but she tried to get me to pet her. When that didn't work, she pounced on Nick, then shoved her tiny little head up under his hand, bouncing it up and down until he woke up and started petting her.

She's a demanding little furball, and does that quite often. She's also very jealous when we start to pet the other kittens. Her favorite move is to climb onto our laps and squeeze between the other kitten and us, so that she is blocking them. Then she just looks up at us with that cute kitten face, and wide eyes, looking all innocent. You can almost hear her thinking, "Ok, mom, my turn! Pet me!"

I had a siamese cat named bambi, and he is the one that outshined any of my other pets as he was absolutely nuts! He shreded paper and cardboard boxes (I'm sure he was looking for hidden microphones or microfilm! LOL! We swear he was an ex C.I.A. agent!!! LOL) Since he not only shreded but thieved I had to make sure that things that I wanted to find were secure before I went to bed. You see I have a hobbu of needle felting, and all that soft wool was just too tempting for Bambi . Well one night I was putting away my project with Bambi right next to my hands trying to get to the wool. I shooed him away and he backed up on the table, and backed up, and backed up and backed right into my cup of coffee. His hind foot went all the way up into the elbow!! I figured that he would knock the cup over but he jumped straight up and off the table and didn't knock anything off the table!!! That momentary flash of expression on his face when he stepped in the coffee was priceless...it was kind of an "Oh my gosh, what's happened to me??"

Well, I have two miniature pinschers. One is a female, the other a male.
My female is named Daisy. She has her own unique attitude compared to my male miniature pinscher. She is also alot older and slower. She is my princess. Spoiled and knows it. She will jump on my bed, because that is where she sleeps during teh day. But at night when I am there. She will hop on the side of the bed til I pick her up. She will not jump on the bed if I am in it. She has alot of patiences with my male and basiclly let him think he is the dominant one til she tires of him. Than puts him right in to place. Recenly she was my heroe by scaring a big bad snake out of the fenced in back yard. She knew it should not be there.
As for my male. His name is Max. He is the mischevious one of the two. Sometimes I think Daisy just talks him in to doing things because he is much quicker and can jump alot higher. He has gotten in to more things than I can remember. But he does listen alot better than Daisy. Now what has he gotten in to. Hmm, how about being smart enough to learn how to jump on the table. Max weighs about 5 lbs. But can jump like a cat. He would jump on the table and knock things off. Thus him and Daisy would have a field day. We learned to not leave anything on the table. He learned to jump on the counter by using his hind paws on the wall. Don't worry I couldn't believe it when I first seen it either. He is so small and so quick. That he can slip out a door and noone even knows it. One day he slipped out and was chasing a little boy (He was the neighborhood bad little boy who would throw rocks at the street lights to kock them out and cuss you out like a sailor). I shouldn't have laughed. But it was so funny to see this little boy who thought he was so tough to be chased by such a small dog while he was screaming his head off. The worse part..Max only wanted to play. This boy was in our yard when he was not suppose to. he seen Max and ran. Max darted after him. because thats what miniature pinschers do. They like to chase. The whole neighborhood came out to hear who was screaming and busted out laughing.
Oh, if Max sees something he wants that you are eating. He will try to get it. he has learned not to knock it out of hands. As he won't get it. BUt he will sit on the high back of a chair and wait til you turn your head. He will snatch and run. It will be gone before you realize what happen. So, he has to be placed in another room or his cage when we eat.

sounds like my kind of contest. will have to narrow it down

I have a new puppy, appropriately named Marley. She loves to get into everything she shouldn't: Just last night she came out of the bedroom with a tube of lip gloss. Recently she started chewing up the pine cones in the living room, which are supposed to be part of the holiday decorations. We fear for putting up the tree, so many things attract her attention.

Of course she has her own basket of toys, but she loves the forbidden: clothes snatched from the dirty laundry basket, slippers, cat toys, anything she can "grab and go."

Great contest

When I was about 20 years old, I owned a Shih Tzu named Einstien (we called him Spuds though). He was quite comical, but one of the best things he enjoyed doing was laying under a tree in the side yard watching my mother rake up the mowed grass clippings. He would leasurely nap and only occaisionally look her way. Once she got a large pile of clipings gathered up, he would quickly sping into action. He would tear down the yard and directly through the center of the raked pile, scattering the neatly stacked grass into a flattened mess. My mom would shake the rake into the air while verbally scolding Spuds. He'd then return to his spot under the tree and wait for her to get another good pile together. It was simply hysterical to witness.

I have to talk about our Miniature Pincher, Malachi....he's so adorable that you can't resist him. When I take my nap he always must cuddle up behind my knees on top of the covers. However, for the night he gets behind my knees under the covers instead. You catch him a lot alone during the day either under my covers or my daughters covers so you have to be careful sitting on the beds.

For years our Chow-Chow, Chipper, was the only pet in the house and he was spoiled rotten. One day, a stray cat wandered into the yard and never left. We could tell Chipper felt a little slighted as he moped around and despite our best efforts, refused to acknowledge the new family member. So, imagine how excited my elderly mother-in-law was when she looked out the window one day and saw Chipper playing with the cat. As she called to me to come look, Chipper cocked his leg and peed all over the cat. Talk about marking his territory. We couldn't help but laugh and soon after that, Chipper and Cricket the Cat actually became pretty good friends.

Oh, I have so many pet stories! One that just happened today (or rather that I just noticed today): I just discovered today that my kitty, Truman, who was just recently neutered has discovered he can rip the name tags off the gifts we already have under the tree. I picked up what was a wrapped DVD today and turned it all over trying to find the tag. No tag. Luckily I found it a while later and was able to tape it to the gift. Since we put the tree up last week he has been all over the place, climbing all over the gifts and apparently ripping off name tags. LOL

The cat I had before Truman, Reese, was a big bag fan. As in plastic bags. My mom and dad were visiting one week from West Virginia. They had brought a ton of things with them, including the usual gifts for their grandkids, my two children. There was an empty plastic bag lying on the carpet in the living room, and Reese climbed inside. Somehow she got the bag around her neck, and I'm not sure if that scared her or something else, but she suddenly took off through the house trailing this bag behind her, billowing with air. I thought my dad was going to fall off the couch from laughing. I had to chase her down, which only terrified her more. I finally was able to catch her and get the bag off. That didn't stop her bag obsession though.

When we first got Katie , she hated when I would leave the house .
Larry said she would take each one of my good shoes and chewed them up.
Didn't touch anything else of mine..just my good shoes. Now they are the dogs toys.

When katie was in the chewing up carpet and my shoes , I put her in the carrier with a big bed pillow water, food, treats and toys.
When I came home she had the pillow bunched up in back of the cage all the water and food on the bottom of the cage and the dishes that were hanging on the door off.
She hates being confined in her carrier. Then when I let her out she went back in and ate her food that was scattered all over.

We have a black Labradoodle, named Puddles........when we got her, she made little "puddles" all over the house; thus, the name!!!! Anyhow, the other day, she got into a stick of butter....somehow, I forgot to put it in the frig.......she is tall enough to get to the kitchen countertop......guess she thought it looked good, so she grabbed the still wrapped stick of butter in her mouth and went prancing all through the house, carrying that darn stick of butter in her mouth! She managed to get some of the butter in her black curly hair, and that was a real sight to see...........butter covered Labradoodle!
She is one super funny funny dog....oh, and she is a great Christian....she's chewed up SIX genuine leather Bibles so she's full of the Word of God!!!!!!!!

about 17 years ago I finally convinced my then-husband to get a cat. So, I picked out a kitten from my neighbor whose cat had kittens. Kenzie was a sweet cat - very loving and playful. But, my then-husband wasn't thrilled about the cat sleeping on the bed with us. So, I had to put him in the spare room (the cat, that is - would have been better to put the husband in there LOL). After about 1/2 hour of the kitten crying, he told me to bring him in to shut him up. At one point in the night, my then-husband got mad and kicked him off the bed, literally. When we woke up in the morning, we found that the kitten had managed to get one of his shirts off a door knob (a very expensive shirt, no less!) and had peed on it 3-4 times! Guess Kenzie didn't like getting kicked off the bed.

should have taken hints from the cat because eventually I ended up having to get rid of the husband anyway! :)

I didn't have many pets growing up, and now even fewer. What I do remember is Mitzi, Duchess and Glitter.
Glitter was my pet rabbit. Whenever you picked her up she would almost hiss at you, and try to bite or claw you. I used to have this leash that I would keep her on, when I let her out of her cage. Somehow she got out of it, and ran. I chased her around the yard, and the neighbor's farm field behind my childhood home, but I caught her. Looking back, I thought I should have let her go, she died the following week. She only wanted to be free.

Mitzi was our family dog, as was Duchess. I remember them in their older years, but I've had wonderful stories told about them. Mitzi and my brother were fooling around and she got mad because he "waxed" the steps( with baby oil) and she slid down them. She nipped at him, and he bit back. She never really bothered him again. She used to let him ride her like a pony. She was very protective of him so I'm told.

Duchess was a protective dog, a real German Shepard, from Germany. She used to be an inside dog, but was moved outside, as she wasn't friendly around children. When we got neighbors we had to put her down, as at this point she was deaf. It was the worst thing we ever did, but it was for the best, as she was a danger to everyone. A thick cow chain couldn't even hold her, as she kept breaking it, and if you didn't identify yourself, and speak German, you were out of luck. She was a very protective dog, and she knew who was okay with us, but we couldn't control her anymore. We had her chained up, and double fenced in, and she'd still get out. We were afraid for our neighbors who thought of her as just a dog, and we were afraid for ourselves, when she wouldn't listen.

They were family dogs, but I stayed away from them for the most part when I was shoved down my a family friend;s dog, and it layed on top of me while it ate my fudgesicle. For the longest time, I've avoided them since I was five.

when i was younger we had to hound dogs names bo and luke(from the dukes of hazzard) they were the craziest dogs i have ever seen they would bark at the trees when the wind would blow them..lol
when they got older and blinder they would run into the trees and shake it off and keep running..lol

When we went to Minnesota over Christmas break last Dec., we left our Maggie dog with the neighbors across the street. Maggie was spoiled rotten by Dawn.

Dawn has a fenced in yard, so it was easy for her to let Maggie out to go potty or just run around. Well, Maggie doesn't like to be by herself. She is a people dog and wants to be with other people or dogs ALL THE TIME. At some point during the 10 days Maggie stayed with the neighbors, she dug under the fence in Dawn's yard in to a neighbor's yard. This neighbor has a dog and a fenced yard too. Apparently Maggie and this other dog got along great. Maggie would slip under the fence into the other yard and play with this black lab. Not a big deal, right? Well, these neighbors have a doggy door....and yes, Maggie would just follow their dog right in to the house. Maggie just made herself right at home. Apparently, the neighbors didn't notice this either, since their dog didn't bark at Maggie, and the kids didn't care. This went on for days, until Dawn called for Maggie the day before we got home, and Dawn couldn't find her. Dawn was outside calling and panicking.

It was another neighbor that pointed out Maggie in the other yard....where Dawn got to watch Maggie going in and out of the neighbor's house. Oh boy. Needless to say, my whole neighborhood knows my dog now....

Oh did I mention that Max the little orny bugger he is, actually pee'd on my shoes (with me in them). I am sure if he was taller it would of been my leg. Why? because I had just gotten another miniature pinscher. Max has to mark me to show the other dog I was his.

I thought it would fun to go roller blading with my dog. I thought I woud skate and she would run, and it would be fun for both of us. But I had barely gotten to my feet when she took off running. She was literaly pulling me through lawns, and driveways, and I couldn't let go of her because I didn't want her to run off. My dog was a very powerful fast runner. I could not gain control of the situation at all, I finally had to steer myself to a lawn and purposely fall down before I took a spell from her pulling me. Needless to say I never tried to roller blade with my dog ever again. I wish someone had video taped that I am sure it was hilarious to watch.

These are all so funny


My goat was always doing something silly, but I think that the best was the time that she ate the Christmas tree. We had left her alone in the house, thinking that we could trust her. We were so wrong. I got back home and found the bottom half of the tree completely bare, ornaments broken and tossed everywhere, the water for the tree was out and in a huge puddle, etc. It looked like the tree had forgotten to put his pants on! We made due, but remembered that live trees were no longer an option. They just tasted to good to Sasha!

Well, it's not to hard to figure out the most mischievous thing my dog has ever done. Just look at my leg.
Whoops. There goes my other leg.

My gerbil used to love to escape from his cage. Yep, he's the real inspiration for Hammi.

well,thinking back i can really only remember one thing that one of my dogs did that was simply hilarious...

Baron (whom i called Bear-grew to a whopping 168 of solid Doberman Pincher)-when he was a pup,he used to get a running start,hit you in the knees,jump on ya,lick ya,and do it again.constantly..it was great,as he grew older.it started to hurt but it was still funny.it got to the point where he would hit ya in the knees,knock ya down.jump on ya,lick your face,get up,run away and when you least expected it.yep.he got another running start.

Lord i do miss him so.

Today Max the orny little bugger decided to pee on the floor. Right in front of the spot of where I made him get off my bed. For some reason he seems to think he sleeps in my bed. But I have news for him. He will not and will be removed each time.

My cat Nadia insists on being in the bathroom when I take a bath. She often walks around the edges of the tub while I'm in it. Earlier this summer Nadia was on the edge of the tub and lost her balance. She fell in the tub with me. There was water everywhere. And I was thankful that whoever was her previous owner had her declawed.

T he funniest thing my cat has ever done is to open the front door for the dog. The funniest thing the dog has done was to line up his toys on the yard the same way we had Bocce balls lined up. Those pets are characters.

Growing up, we had a big dog a lot like Beethoven. "Sheba" was a St. Bernard & Siberian Husky mix. She was a giant slobbering ball of love. Well, she mostly lived in our fenced in back yard. She learned a trick though when she got bored. She learned how to dig under the fence and escape! Now, most dogs would take their freedoma and run with it, literally. Not our spoiled giant. She would escape and then run around to the front door and bark to show us just how clever she was. Back into the yard she went.

When I was visiting my daughter and son-in-law to help them with their new little guy I placed my favorite pair of earrings (buffalo earrings that my husband bought for me when he was at a conference) on a table. When I started packing only one buffalo earring was on the table. The cats watched (probably laughing) as I crawled around the room looking for my beloved earring. Needless to say, they were better hiders than I was a finder.

Now when I visit all of my jewelry goes in a travel jewelry box!

he recently destroyed my slippers

My dog Mysti is a coon-hound/lab mix. For some reason she likes to dig holes in the yard. This last summer she was so far in the hole that I didn't see her when I went outside to get her. She also loves to chew up plastic pop bottles. She loves the noise they make as she crushes them. I love her so much. She is a great companion.

Well, since I'm allergic to dogs, no dog story here, but I have a DEGU one.

Our degus were brothers and they, like any other sibling had their good moments and their bad moments.

Well, Lestat was having fur loss issues, and we separated them worried that they were either fighting or over-grooming one another.

We put him in a new cage we just got and left him there. all night he tried to get out to no avail. We went to bed and I woke up with a dream that "Wouldn't it be funny if Lestat got out?" Haha, no he's in the cage he;d never get out.

Right. So I rubbed my eyes and got out of bed. I opened the door to our bedroom and there in the hallway was Lestat staring at me.

BUSTED! Boy, was he hard to catch, too! Clint came home when he was still out and helped distract him. Thankfully, he was nowhere near the door or he'd have gotten outside.

Needless to say, he went back in his main cage that night and we nave never used that other cage since. LOL

my cat is quite a character, so it's hard to pick just one. I'll have to go with the time I was having a small argument with a friend, and I got upset. My cat Mai Tai was sitting next to my friend and turned his back to him. My friend would try and pet him but mai tai would move just out of reach, but not get up and move away. He was angrily flicking his tail on my friends foot. When my friend finally got a pet in, mai tai howled like he was being killed. I looked at him and said, "aw baby did Justin beat you"? and clear as day we heard "MMyess" it was hysterical. Of course it upset my friend a bit, but my goofy cat ended the argument. You don't upset his mama or else!

When I was around 3 (a LONG time ago..lol) I was out back playing in our fenced in yard. My dog Scampi (black cocker spaniel) was out there with me. My favorite neighbor Roy was in his yard. He watched me take off my large straw hat and lay it down on the ground. Scampi immediately 'marked' it. I picked it up and plunked it back down on my head. Roy just chuckled. The next day he called my Mom to see if she had noticed any "smell" to my hair. She said YES!! and that she had had to wash my hair out several times that night to get this 'unknown' smell out of it.... Roy laughed and told her what had happened. He was a great guy...I just loved him growing up. He's no longer with us...but his smile and twinkle in his eye will never be forgotten....Scampi was a pretty cool dog too! ;)

The most mischievous (and embarrassing) incident happened with my golden retriever, Ella. It was about this time last year--I had ordered some things online, and was waiting for a package from UPS for a few days. One morning I was headed to my car, out the side door, as usual. Ella was outside with me, and she ran to a lump in the snow and picked it up, ripping and tearing at it. I then realized what it was! Apparently UPS had left my package at the wrong door, and she had demolished the soggy box while she was outside by herself! Unfortunately, it was a gift for my husband--I had $80 HOT PINK LINGERIE strung all over my snow covered front yard!

Try facing the neighbors after that one!

I went with my best friend to sit at a table in front of a bank to solicit funds from people for the local humane society. When I got there I was surprised to see her dog, Kai sitting there holding a basket in her mouth....it was fun watching people walk past and not be able to pass by without putting something in the basket! We raised a lot of money that day!

We got our first dog Rosie, a year ago. In the middle of the night, I had heard a dog whining. I thought it had been a neighbor's dog making the noise. When I opened the back door the next morning to take my kids to school, there was this adorable dog laying on the ground wearing a Rose dog collar. We were all startled but it quickly became obvious that she was a sweetheart. I thought that she must have accidentally squeezed into our yard somehow (our yard is fenced). I got everyone in the car (even the dog) and hurried the kids to school. When I came back home, I drove by a house that I thought the dog might belong to (seeing dogs in their yard before) but no one was out and about. I came home, went into the house and got the dog a dish of water and put it out in the yard so the "owners" would see it and get their dog. I walked to the end of the driveway where I discovered someone had hurriedly thrown a grocery bag filled with a can of unopened dog food, an opened can of dog food, a couple of toys and a rawhide chew. It was then that I realized that someone had put her in our yard on purpose.

We had been talking about getting a dog for a while but had never made the jump. We decided to keep the dog and we named her Rosie, since she was wearing a beautiful pink collar with little roses all around it.

Rosie has added so much love to our life. Each one of us fell in love with her. My youngest son has disabilities (currently being diagnosed) and he hardly talked before she came. Right after we got her he started saying single words at a time. I really think she got through to him, made a change in the open that opened him up a little.

Rosie gives us lots of laughs. Whenever we turn on water outside (or even in the shower when we hold the shower head) she tries to attack the water and growls and barks. She can keep it up for a long time, we get tired sooner then she does!
Here is a link to a video of Rosie having fun with water games:
http://www.gather.com/viewVideo.jsp?id=11821949021866531

Rosie also can play a good game of tetherball, whenever we go to my grandparents house.
Here is a video of her playing tetherball:
http://www.gather.com/viewVideo.jsp?id=11821949021861903

We are very thankful that Rosie came into our life and definitely consider her a gift from God.

My dog Shawna is nicknamed HOUDINI for a very good reason,she has always been able to escape out of her dog crate including one that was supposed to be dog proof so that she couldn't escape and make BIG messes all over the house. She used her dew claws to push the part of the gentle lead head collar (that we put on her hoping to put an end to her pulling) off her nose so that then she could shake her head or rub on something in order to get the whole thing off.
She has now figured out how to get the lids off the big rubbermaid containers in order to get the dog treats out of them,the treats are now stored in the microwave which so far Shawna hasn't figured out how to get into.
Shawna discovered this summer that if she rolled on the ground and rubbed a certain way on the tree trunks that she can loosen her harness just enough to be able to slip right out of it so she is free to wander around the yard.
Shawna will put her chin on your knee,look up at you and give you the sad puppy eyes when she's begging for a hand out from whatever you're eating.
My mom's cat Cuddles makes a toddler in the terrible 2 phase look like an angel sometimes,she loves nothing more than to try and climb the blinds in the middle of the night or whenever mom happens to be trying to sleep,she chatters and scolds at the birds,she'll let out a blood curdling banshee scream if another cat,dog or coyote is on the other side of the window.
She has a bad habit of waiting to leave a stinky present in her litter box til mom gets home. She is not a cat you want to tick off! She'll swat you with all her claws sticking out if you make her mad,she'll sometimes bite if she's mad enough and can't swat. She rarely drinks water from a bowl like most cats but insists on drinking water from a coffee mug.
If she decides to sit in the middle of the table we just let her.
Cuddles can coo like a pigeon when she's very happy.
If you've got something on your plate or in your bowl that Cuddles wants or thinks she wants she'll just snatch whatever it is she wants so you have to be quick to outsmart her if you don't want to share your meal.
Cuddles stole an ice cream cone from my mom once when mom was trying to be nice and keep grabby paws out of her ice cream,cuddles still has all of her claws so she sunk her little claws into the cone and sat upright on my lap(think of a dog sitting up and begging only put an orange cat holding and ice cream cone into the picture),we've got a couple photos of Cuddles with the stolen ice cream cone.
Shawna is now 11 years old and Cuddles is 7 years old.

When I first moved out on my own I got a black pomeranian and named him Kadan. A week later I walked past some free kittens and saw one orange one out of the bunch and couldn't resist and I named him precious. Well my dog and my cat grew up together like they were brothers. One day I made brownies and put them on the top of the fridge so that my dog would not get into them. Later on I caught my cat on top of the fridge and my dog at the floor staring up with his tongue hanging out. My cat pushed the brownies off of the fridge and down on the floor in front of the dog. They were really mischevious and worked well together. They reminded me of Garfield and Odie. Should have named them that.

We have two lab mixes. One is older and just likes to rest around the house. The other is a leopard hound/lab mix and is about a year and a half old -- she still has a lot of puppy energy in her! Cocoa, our younger dog, thinks she is a person of course. She will climb her big doggy behind on top of the sofa and sit up on the corner of it like she's a tiny lap dog. It is hysterical to see her! I have a photo of it in my pets and animals photo album.

One night my sister and I attended a Parents Association meeting. They gave us a box of leftover doughnuts to take home to my nephews. It was late so I put the box on the dining room table and got ready for bed. After I was in bed, my dog LilliBelle jumped up on the bed and in her mouth she had one of the doughnuts!!!! I went to the dining room table to see what she had done to get the doughnut, but the box was still where i put it and closed!!! She had not only jumped up on the dining room table, but had opened the box just enough to pull out a doughnut. She was so proud of herself, and she made sure to growl at the other dogs so they would stay away from her prize! I hated to take it away, but she was rewarded with a dog treat instead. We all had a great laugh about it!

As you can tell from my icon, our dog Jack, LOVES the water. He loves to ride on the tube behind the boat. He will ride with or without the kids. He jumps off the boat onto the tube. Once you start the boat he loves it. He will stand up if we are going fast. He lays down if we are going slow. He will ride with the kids and lay right next to them. When they were littler, he would let them sit on him. After the ride is over, the dog swims back to the boat and climbs up the ladder to get in.

When we are at home during the summer, he waits by the pool ladder for the kids to put it down. Once the ladder is down, he climbs up and swims. He swims any time that we let him out of the house. He is a GREAT dog.

Every evening when my husband's van pulls into the driveway, our little dog, Jada, who has been watching for him at the front window, start barking and running around the family room in circles. As soon as he pulls into the garage and closes the garage door, I have to open the door leading into the garage for Jada to run out and greet him. He opens the van's sliding door and she jumps into the back seat, plasters him with kisses, and then refuses to get out of the car. She does this 5 nights a week- exactly the same every time. And the funny thing is that she absolutely hates riding in the car.

Here's a photo I've posted previously of her sitting in the car- 20 minutes after my husband went into the house.

Jada In the Van

My cats are so mischievious! When we first moved in here we put a cat/dog door on our back room so they could go in and out and use the litter box. Also when needed we could lock them out there in case kids who were really rough on them were around or anything. They quickly learned how to unlock it by themselves and eventually just broke the lock right off of it so now if we want to keep them out there we have to put something really heavy in front of it that they cant push over lol. They open our cupboards as well and tip over their containers of food which makes the lids pop off and then they consume as much food as they possibly can before we catch them.

We have a new dog, Trixie that is a real little stinker! She's tiny, only about 7 inches tall, if that and she's a rescue dog, we found her running in a parking lot at the doctors office and no one claimed her so she's ours now. Anyway, the little stinker will take her bone and run and hide it in some blankets or clothes or at the bottom of the curtains, somewhere low on the ground and usually in another room. Then she comes back and sits and stares at our other dog, Rosie's bone and if Rosie gets distracted by a mailman or going outside or the kids playing, Trixie will jump on Rosie's bone and start chewing it. Then she defends it from Rosie when she comes back to get it. In fact, Trixie, naughty little stinker that she is, seems to prefer stealing bones to chewing on her own!!

There is a silly teen movie called "my date with the president's daughter" that I can not watch without being remind of our beloved Bostonterrier Tisha. My husband would sing the theme song of that movie to the dog who would go crazy and dance around in a circle. She loved music but that song in particular was her favorite. We would also tell her to do gymnastics and she would dance and spin around in a circle. Highly entertaining!

My husband and I are new dog owners this year--a mother dachshund that had 4 puppies back in July. We've kept the mom and 2 of the puppies, and all three of them end up trying to sit in the computer chair with me at the same time while I'm typing. The result looks like a massive 3-headed dog since they all have the same fur color, lol. They're great--kind of hard to type sometimes, but I'm definitely warm this winter.

My dog, Baby, used to yap like a maniac at everyone who went out of the front door. Once, my sister shocked her by turning around and barking back in ringing tones. Baby ran and hid and never really barked at Kathryn again. She still barked at everybody else leaving, though.

Our dog Tinkerbell does a lot of mischievous things. I think the most memorable thing she's done lately would have to chewing a hole down to the wood (through three layers) in the corner of our couch in a matter of ten minutes. What surprised me about this, was that she is a little dog and weighs about eight pounds and managed to do this much damage.

My dog Bradley ( he died last summer) once ate an entire roast I had left on the counter when I went to answer the door. Needless to say I was not very happy with him for a while and neither was my husband who did not get to have said roast for supper :)

What haven't my pets done?! Haha! Anyways, my dog, Tucker, has this way of getting whatever she wants. She has learned how to manipulate us with her incessant barking that the only way to get her to shut up is to give her what she wants . . . which usually involves a dog biscuit.

Oh!!! My favorite Tucker story was from when she was a lot younger (maybe about 2 --- she's 10 now). My mom was planning on roasting a whole chicken for dinner and had it marinating in the roasting pan on our kitchen counter. Knowing Tucker can stand on her hind legs to peek over the counter, my mom took this into account and pushed the chicken to the far back corner out of Tucker's reach. Did this deter Tucker? Negative. I was in the living room watching TV when I hear an awful lot of clanging coming from the kitchen. When Mom didn't respond, I decided to get up and investigate the situation. Know what I found? Tucker --- literally on the kitchen counter licking the chicken!!! She must have gotten a running leap and jumped!!! I start screaming at her but she just gives me this contented look and gets down . . . I have never laughed so hard! Granted, Mom wasn't too excited about it all . . . but she did get a laugh out of it!

My Rottweiler Chance had to be bottle fed as a baby. Her mother would not take care of her so this meant long nights of feedings for myself. I also had a infant son at the time. As the two babies ( my dog and my son) grew together they often wanted bottles at the same time. My youngest son was about 9 months old and toddling around with his bottle the pup would also lay back and hold her own bottle. They often would sit on the floor side by side drinking their bottles, both holding on, both sucking to their hearts content.

Then one day I saw chance sneak my sons bottle away. She laid back and was holding that bottle and drinking the milk as fast as she could before I could catch her....
But I caught her. It was time for both of the babies to be taken off the bottle. So I started weening the two. Eric went to sippy cups and Chance was eatting more solid foods. It was hilarious they way she would hold her bottle. I swear she thinks she is a person!

It was just toooooo cute!

Our little rat terrier, Maggie, is a canine pinball! We have a recliner loveseat and recliner couch on opposite sides of our living room. When my husband stomps his foot she runs from one side of the room to the other, bouncing off the foot pads of the furniture. Once she hit her head on the coffee table, but she hasnt done that again yet!

My little kitten Opal has always been curious. She would always get up on the toilet and climb up onto the sink while I was doing my makeup or brushing my teeth. She liked to do "girl stuff" with me. She'd jump up on the toilet and stick her head around the shower curtain while I was in there, too.

One time, my boyfriend forgot to put the seat down. She didn't realize the difference and jumped up. There was nothing there to catch her and her little hind end plunged right into the toilet! She got a bath after that, and has been a lot more careful about the toilet since.

our new puppy managed to escape from her crate

I have a female cat named Jim -- yes, she's a girl with a boy's name! Anyway... she's a pretty darn cool cat but she's pretty darn mischievous at times. If there's a box, bag or weird spot anywhere in the house you better believe she's in it. One time she was missing for 2 days and come to find out she found a spot in the very back of our closet in the hangers and was very happily sleeping in there. She must have come out only to go to the bathroom or eat & drink and she was back in her hiding spot. You should have seen the look on my face when I finally found her cozied up in the hangers.

Our dogs are crazy about pizza! They can't wait when the box comes home and piping hot slices are divided and we gather in front of the tv. Sasha and Archie can't get close enough to us. To my surprise recently Archie, our littlest dog, a bishon/ poodle/ who knows what? suddenly found himself more interested in staying in the kitchen. I thought perhaps he had gotten himself into a corner, but my husband's thoughts ran to another matter. The pizza! My husband was correct. Somehow Archie got the box down to the floor, and he and Sasha, who joined him for a moment, consumed the remaining pie, half of an 18 inch supreme pizza.

We have our own Beethoven but his name is Bruce and just like Beethoven is always getting in to some sort of trouble I would say the worst thing he has ever done was when my son was sitting in a lazy boy chair Bruce ran in from outside on a rainy day all wet and mud covered and leaped (all 95 pounds) into my sons lap and started rolling on him to dry himself off with my son screeching the whole time unable to get out from under Bruce. Bruce has always though he was my sons lap puppy no matter how big he has gotten.

Last year, our cat Salem, was still young enough to cause trouble, and boy did she. It was her first Christmas, and the poor tree discovered this. When we brought the tree in, Salem watched from on top of the couch, a bit curious but that was it. When we started to put the ornaments on, she came down, batted them around, chased oen of the balls under the couch and stayed under there for awhile. I told everyone, to be on the safe side, keep ornaments a little higher than usual. (our other cat at the time, ignored the tree and stuff around it...she was 18 yrs. old). We noticed Salem for the week, ignored the tree except maybe to sniff it as she walked by. I thought, wahoo, she don't care....thought to fast there. One morning I heard wailing like you wouldn't believe. I looked around the house, and couldn't figure out where the noise was coming from since it seemed like it was near the ceiling....walked by the tree and heard a big cry, there was Salem at the very top of the tree and couldn't figure out how to get down. I don't think I ever laughed so hard, and I don't think she ever gave anyone a dirty look like she did me. I got on the chair and got her down (it was a 8 foot tree), since then she refused to go by it, this year, now I am worried what the Gizmo well do (the kitten who is a little devil)

My dog Bubba absolutely HATED my ex-husband. One time I walked into the computer room and saw Bubba lift his leg and pee right on my ex's leg. Another time, my ex was at sitting in the computer chair and Bubba walked over an pooped right on his foot! Needless to say, Bubba was very happy when I left the human toilet seat!

My cat, Keeker, loves to torment Midget the terrier. One day I was sitting in my computer chair and Keeker was in my hubby's recliner nearby. Midget was lying on the floor right by the recliner. Keeker peeked over the side, saw Midget and jumped back. Then she VERY SLOWLY got up on the arm of the chair, S L O W L Y lowered herself down and jumped on Midgets back, she put her front legs around Midgets throat. Midget jumped up and started running, Keeker hanging on. She looked like she was riding a bucking bronco, all she needed was boots and a cowboy hat. All I could do was laugh and wished that I had a movie camera on to catch the whole thing!

My dog eats at the dinner table like a grown up. he has his manners and wont eat unless told to at the table.

I had a dog, Gretta that would eat anything that wasn't tied dow. She would take my mother's knee high nylon stockings all the time. One day my parents had a fifty dollar bill sitting on the kitchen table, when they got up the next morning it was gone. We searched the house looking for it and never did find it...I guess Gretta had an expensive snack that evening after everyone was asleep.

To this day I think Gretta was "retarded". She loved to jum into tthe shower with me. I would wash her with whatever shampoo I was using at the moment. She smelled like strawberries, mellon, peach, etc. We had to make sure that when no one was in the shower that the doors were kept closed because on more than one occasion we caught her in the tub licking the soap.

My dog Sammy (our Lhasa Apso) is such a cutie with a great personality! Like most dogs, he LOVES squeeky toys. So, Sammy always gets a new squeeky ball for Christmas. Every day when my husband comes home from work, Sammy will greet him at the door and then get his ball and start running all over the house, squeeking his ball. That is how he greets his daddy when he comes home every single day :) This isn't just from being excited because he doesn't do it for everyone. It's so funny because he squeeks at different intervals, almost like he's using the squeeker to talk to my husband. :)

Sammy has also started a new routine. Every morning he makes sure my husband gets up by licking his face. We call it, "glopping daddy up" or "getting daddy all gloppy". This isn't just a few licks either. He will lick every single inch of my husband's face leaving no spot unglopinated. This INCLUDES his eyes, nostrils, mouth and ears! Hubby will start screaming in a high pitch saying, "Ewwww! Wet Willy, Wet Willy!" the harder I laugh, the harder Sammy licks! It's soooo funny! Sometimes he licks so hard (getting every crevice) that his teeth will actually scrape my husbands face! hahaha Someday I'll have to somehow get good video of this and post it! :)

Sammy does many other cute and funny things but these are my current favorites! :)

Okay... so when my dad was a little boy he wanted a bird really bad! Finally his mom broke down and let him get a bird. They lived in Brooklyn in an apartment over a pet store. One day, my dad came home from school and went up to the bird cage to get his bird out to play with him.
The cage door was open and bird was missing!

My dad was freaking out looking for his bird and asked his mom where his bird went. She said, "he's probably flying around the house somewhere". He couldn't find the bird anywhere!

Well, sometimes my grandma would go to the grocery store during the day and found out that she had that day and he was really upset because he thought the bird must have somehow flown away.

Later that day, my dad went in the freezer to get an ice cream pop out and found his bird FROZEN, in the freezer! He started freaking out and didn't know what to do. So, he ran downstairs to the pet store and told the owner of the store what happened and asked what he should do. The man told my dad to go to the gas station and fill this cup up with a little bit of gasoline and gave him a dropper. He instructed my dad to take the dropper and put a few drops on the birds beak.

Dad ran to the gas station and then back to his house and did exactly like the owner of the pet store instructed but nothing happened. He waited a minute and tried it again.

The bird got up and flew around the ceiling 3 times and then dropped back to the floor.








I bet about now you're wondering what happened to the bird?
He ran out of gas!


hahahahahaha

This works better in person, of course :)

this is right up my alley. i am now the proud owner of 2 female kittens, which i got 2 weeks apart. by the end of day 1 they were inseparable. by day 2 one would chase the other 1 from the upstairs all the way down through the kitchen to the living room and then the other one would chase the other all the back up. this could go on for an hour and then i would check on them and they would be curled with eack other sleeping together on the wing chair. it just touches your heart

Three years ago we bought our son a beagle. At the time we had a 8 year old Collie/lab mix. She was not happy about this little puppy being in our home. When my husband was making himself a roast beef sandwich, the dog jumped up on the counter and pulled the sandwich right out from under my husbands arm and ran with it. She had never done anything like this before. We let her eat it but yelled at her for taking it. My husband got out the bread and made another sandwich. Without thinking he went and put it on the coffee table and proceeded to get a drink. Two seconds later the second sandwich was gone. I was laughing my head off, not only because the dog was so mad that the puppy was here, but also because my husband didn't think she would do it again.

When my son moved to Colorado, he took Mikey the beagle with him. After a year there he thought Mikey needed a playmate. So he adopted a beagle from a shelter there. He was telling us how the new dog had separation anxiety and was bad every time my son left the house. My son was setting up a video to catch him in the act. He would send us little clips of how bad the dog was when my son left the house. It looked pretty bad on the little videos but we didn't realize how bad till we went to visit.

We decided to go to the casinos one night while we were visiting in Colorado. Our son came with us but was worried what the dog would do while we were gone. I told my son, don't worry we will deal with it when we got back to his place. We were gone about 3 hours, and left the 2 dogs alone. When we got home and opened the door it looked like a hurricane went through the place. There not only was pee and poop all over, but he knocked all the plants off the counters, and there was dirt and leaves everywhere. We had all these water bottles that we had rinsed out on the kitchen counter ready to go to the recycle bin and he had them knocked down all over the floor.The pillows were off the furniture also. We went and watched the video to make sure that it was the new dog that did all the damage and watching him in action did us in. Little Mikey was just watching him the whole time, while this other dog destroyed my sons house.

Well if you look at my posts you will see that Artex is still with them. But, after 7 months of this he is finally down to only peeing and pooping when my son leaves, even if it is for 10 minutes. And yes he tried the crate and he ripped his paw trying to get out of it and also pooped in there and had it all over him, so that didn't work either. But, my son loves this dog and will never give him up. Oh btw, my son got himself a good carpet cleaner, lol.

I have cats since I live in an apartment. The most michevious thing they've done LATELY is playing with my Christmas tree skirt. It's nothing fancy, just white felt with a red border around it. But one day I came home and saw my oldest cat Nisi sitting by the tree. She had her tail flipping back and forth in her "playful" mode and I was thinking to myself, "oh lord, what has she done now?!" when I noticed a huge buldge underneath my tree skirt. Normally, the skirt has been wadded into a ball and is on the other side of the room by the end of the day. However, on this day I noticed this buldge that had a conspicuous tail sticking out of the back of it. All of a sudden Nisi pounced, the bulge jumped and my other cat Midnight started to climb UP my tree and then took off like a black lightening streak into the other room with Nisi hot on her trail. My tree and ornaments were fine (if not just ever so slightly off center) but my poor tree skirt will never be the same again. It reminds me all the time of the game kids like to play of hide and go seek. I guess the cat version is cat and mouse??? :) Happy holidays everyone.

When my cat, Robin, was a kitten and young cat I taught him to play rough. We developed a game where I would go outside, he would follow me out, and then we would chase each other back and forth around the wall that extended along the side of the yard. I would peek around the edge of the wall and see him doing the same thing from the other end, and then he would dash off after me, swatting at my legs as I ran. When he got a little older and would get stuck outside at night, but wanted in, he would come over to my window and meow his head off until I would open the door to the house and let him in, it used to drive my stepbrother insane because we were in the same room, and if I wasn't there Robin would go to his window and do the same thing.

my little dog is a great mouse hunter oneafter noon i went to my bed room and was making are bed and under my mans pillow was a dead mouse it was so gross well he heard me start yelling and came running he grabed up that mouse and was chasing me thru the house with it my son came in and seen what was going on and couldnt quit laughing i didnt think it was funny at the time my little dog was so proud to give me that dead mouse( yuck) i didnt have the heart to scold him but he is great at catching mice but dose he have to hide them in are bed under my mans pillow well he puts everything under there i just love my little dog his name is Thor the viking he only wieghs 5 lbs

My family would definitely enjoy seeing this sequel. My kids just love the Beethoven movies!

My husband and I inherited a gray cross-eyed cat his name is DAT, DAT belonged to my mother-in-law and when she passed he was left to us because she knew we LOVE animals we have 5 Cats, 3 Labs, and a horse named Kojack anyway he would get mad at her and shredd her phone books. DAT likes to shredded paper as we learned very quickly he loves our fax machine he has learned the sound of it and goes to the fax machine and waits for a fax to come in and if we are gone or not in the room he takes the paper holds it down with one paw and bites little pieces of the paper and spits it out as its coming out of the fax machine. Then we get to have fun trying to patch it to read. He loves magazines too when I finish one I lay it on the floor he takes his claws and scatches the pages and it look so FUNNY it looks like he is flipping it like a person would go thru a file cabnet. We love him but sometimes when he tears a paper up that important all we have to do is change the tone of our voice and call his name and he takes off to another room so he is smart he know when its time to get somewhere!

I had a Dalmatian one time. It was so large compared to my youngest son. She would jump on my son making him fall. She would then lick him to death as he was yelling to the top of his lungs. Makes me think of Beethoven.