Share Your Embarrassing Pet Story…Win 50 Zealies!
Here’s a fun “Weekend Writing Assignment” for all you Dogsters who would like a chance to win 50 zealies.
Share with us your most funny, nerve-racking, frightening stories that revolve around “embarrassing moments with your pet.”
Judging will take place on Monday, so get those paws typing.
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Okay, the most embarassing thing was when I went to my uncle’s farm and I saw his dog, and ran, because i thought it was a…black bear, this is no joke. I saw one at the zoo and when I went to his house I thought she was a bear, she is an all black labrador with rottie in her so she is brown on her face!
This story is R rated!!!! Well, here goes. years ago when my son was little him and I were going uptown for a cup of coffee, me not him. We had a puppy at the time that was always eating the crotch out of our underwear, Im sure you all know what Im talking about with puppies eating underwear. Anyway, the phone rang right when I was getting ready to leave. I sat down to talk and crossed my leg like a man. Next thing I knew my son was standing in front of me going tickle tickle tickle. and using his hands to tickle me. To my great surprise the puppy had eaten the crotch out of my jeans. Thank God my sweet son (that(probably has mental problems now) saw my problem before I went uptown. I cannot imagine what I would have done if I went for coffee that day.It is a very small town and Im sure they would still be talking about it to this day from 34 yrs ago.
When my dear Angel Gonzo was just a pup (about eight months old) we were jogging in the park together. Evidently Gonzo got bored with just jogging, so he started trying to entice me to play. He started jumping up and nipping at me. I had on a pair of loose-fitting jogging shorts that I had neglected to tie the drawstring on…Gonzo jumped up, grabbed my shorts in his mouth and when he came down, so did my shorts!!! Of course, when you’re jogging and your shorts are suddenly around your knees, you trip over them…not only were my shorts at my knees in the middle of the park, I was flat on my face with Gonzo jumping all around me pleased with himself! People passing me on the path were dying laughing at us. That was probably my most embarrassing doggie moment so far!
Well My mom was 5 years old! She is now 17 and it was my first week in my new forever home. We were in the house playing and I went into her brothers room, he was 18. Well he was in the shower and had his room hanging WIDE open…thats WHEN I ran into his room and got into his diry clothes and pulled out his underwear. He was shaving and saw I was in his room he came out screaming and chasing after me around the house. Mama was laughing and brother got really mad and snatched the underwear from my mouth and called me bad dog. Mom started crying since she was my master and told him he couldn’t call me a bad dog and he wouldn’t listen oh, they were fruit of the loom =] hehe. He moved out of the house ever since that and hates me, but mom looks back on it as a funny memory! I have always been a funny dog…Even remembering the time I got my forever home, mom was still five and they got me at a shelter, well her mom was driving us home and it was a long drive and we pulled up to the house and grandpa was standing there waiting to welcome us and I barfed on my moms moms lap. It was funny!! She said I was the jockester of the family and I am still today. Everyone laughed…bol!
Well, we had some guest over for dinner. I made sure Brownie’s teddy bear (which she humps) is tucked away in our bedroom… Well, while I was in the kitchen getting the wine ready, Brownie finds her Teddy Humpalot… I walked into the living room only to see Brownie had dragged her Teddy Humpalot in the middle of the living room, front and center!!! Humping her teddy with a big grin on her face. Everyone was laughing. Brownie’s Teddy was not in good shape either… This was just so embarrassing and funny. My friends took video!!! We still laugh about this…
When we brought our dog Murphy home from the shelter, he was not only dog aggressive but got really confused by — and aggressive towards — things around town that could possibly be dogs. This included rolling suitcases, briefcases or backpacks carried low near the ground, etc. Sometimes, as we learned, he would just bark at something odd for good measure. We live right next to Portland State University, so these items are definitely in abundance. The most embarrassing incident was when he began barking uncontrollably at a very large woman wearing a VERY brightly colored mumu. The poor woman was waiting at the corner waiting to cross, and Murphy started barking hysterically at her. Since there were no other dogs around and we were getting closer and closer to her, it became somewhat obvious that he was directing his rage at her crazy outfit. Apparently she offended his astute fashion sense and he was not going to stand for it. I just smiled apologetically as we passed her — I don’t think I’ve walked that fast in long long time!
We had just moved to Chicago from a small southern town. I had lived in the country my entire life and so was just not used to having neighbors living right on top of you.
The second day we were in our new house, I ran outside in my robe and nothing else to get the newspaper. As I trotted down to the end of the drive a car drove by causing my great dane Charlotte to become excited. She wasn’t used to city living either and cars at the house meant company.
I guess Charlotte tried to jump up to look out the window next to the front door but what she really did was slam and lock the front door.
I tried a few different ways to get into the house before giving up and wandering up and down the street to find a neighbor who was home. Finally one answered the door and upon hearing my story invited me in to use her phone. I called my husband at work to come home and let me in.
He took a lot of ribbing from the guys at work. “Sure the dog locked your wife out of the hosue naked”, I heard about it from the neighbors, and we both heard about it at every company and neighborhood function for years.
Sissy was just stroking my fur and I felt like I was in doggie heaven, I was twitching and my eyes were closed. Then I heard sissy gasp. She found a black thing on my skin, which looked like a tick. Sissy called daddy and with tears in her eyes she explained I had a tick. Daddy quickly rushed home from work. We rushed to the vet’s office. He was about to take in another patient who needed some shots and he thought a little puppy with a tick was more important. He put on the table and he started searching for a tick. Sissy saw what she thought was a tick and she said that it was a tick. The vet couldn’t stop laughing and he said that the black wasn’t a tick- it was a nipple
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Now everytime we call the vet we say we are the family with a Border Collie that thought his nipple was a tick
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I remember the time that happened it was nerve-racking and frightening but now when we remember it, it’s funny and embarrasing, BOL.
Oh my this has to be the most frightened I have ever been for Brock and his victim. I took Brock to Petco to have his picture with Santa one year. What a big mistake!!! We walked in and it was very loud in there. There were some children in the dog bowl section tossing all the metal dog bowls in the floor. Right away I could see Brock was not a happy camper. He was beginning to get really nervous. I should have taken him right then and went home, but NO. I had to stay for the photo. The longer we waited in line, the more upset Brock was getting. The lady taking the photos had her son working with her. He was helping put the dogs on the photo table..etc. It was our turn. Before I could get the words out of my month not to pick Brock up. ( I was going to say I will do it) he reached down and Brock jumped up and grabbed onto his face. It was so quick and over!! Blood from the boy was going all over. He had to go to the hospital and get stitches from his ear to chin. I did feel really bad for the boy. It was a perfect example ask before you grab kind of thing. Anyway, the hospital reported Brock to animal control. He had to be locked up for 10 days. I was not going to let him go to the shelter, so i paid for him to stay at the vet. He was so upset when he got home from being at the vet for 10 days he got a very sick tummy.
Bottom line, it was all my fault for not leaving when I saw the signs and Brock never saw Santa again!
I have one more that is not R rated. I take some of my furkids to nursing homes to visit. One day I took Floyd my black lab and Cooper my toy poodle. I went to visit Mr. Fruits first , he was sitting in his wheechair that day. Now you have to know that dogs visiting nursing homes are suppose to be well behaved.Not!! Anyway, I gave Mr.Fruits Floyds leash to hold while I took Cooper to visit another patient. As I was going down the hall I heard some noise and there was Floyd coming for his mommy pulling Mr Fruits behind him. I guess I forgot to put Mr Fruits brake on. They still let us visit.
My friend Linda and I both had 2 dogs each from the same litter and we used to get together at the river for family play time. She and I would walk and talk and the dogs would run all over. One winter day we had stopped to face each other and the dogs made a wide sweeping arc and raced back towards us. It happened so fast that I still don’t really remember what happened. All I know is I was suddenly on the ground facing away from Linda. Apparently the pack swooped up and took my legs out from under me. Linda said I hit the ground so hard I bounced. Me I couldn’t move and Linda was laughing so hard she was crying!
When my youngest brother was three, he went through a phase where he thought kissing was sex. One Sunday after service while we were visiting with our pastor and friends, my brother suddenly and loudly announced: “My Mommy has sex with the dog. I’ve seen her.” He then happily scampered out the door leaving my mother fumbling to explain and my father and the other parishioners in hysterics.
My dog Candi was doing pretty good off-leash and walking by my side. After a while of her staying by my side and i making sure she was close to me and not run away and she was doing great. Well one day i opened the door to let her out to go for a little walk without a leash and i had the leash with me, well the minute she got out the door she BOLTED heading to a MAIN ROAD where there are alot of cars. My heard was pounding and i almost had a heart attack. I ran as fast as i could… As i started running faster, she ran faster. I thought we were never going to see each other again. When i came to the main road i didn’t even look for cars and just ran after her, finally about 15 feet after i crossed the main road i just got grasp of her collar and held on tight. I was SOO relieved and my heart was pounding so hard. We both could have been hit by a car if the cars didn’t stop. I am so thankful to have her and me not hit by a car and i’m so thankful that i caught her and she did not run away because i knew she would never come back since she is very curious. That was the absoulute WORST day i’ve EVER had. I can remember it like it was yesterday…Since then i have to make sure she can’t ever get out the door because she will run so fast that i wouldn’t be able to catch her. This was the most frightning moment i’ve ever been in and i will never forget. I love you so much Candi and i’m so thankful that you are still here in my arms..if you weren’t my life would never be the same and i would always miss you so dearly. I would be depressed and would doing anything without thinking of you. I love you baby, it might have been fun for you but was a nightmare for me.
Sharna was always a very strong girl and most of the time on walks she would ignore other dogs but she never liked small dogs. I think it was her hunting instinct that overtook but she just loved to chase them.
One day when I was taking her for a walk we were passing by one of my friends houses. they had just bought the cutest little Beagle puppy but to Sharna it was just another furry little dog that she wanted to chase. It had been raining earlier that day so all the grass was muddy. I didnt see the little dog running around on the front yard and then it came running out of no where right for Sharna.
Of course Sharna tried to drag me after this little puppy and I was trying to pull her back but I was standing in the muddy grass. Suddenly Sharna jerked at the leash and I slipped in the mud and fell flat on my face. I had mud all over my clothes and in my hair, it wasnt a very nice look.
Then of course everyone else was in hysterics and Sharna was still trying to drag me towards this puppy. I had to get up and walk back home covered from head to toe in mud.
Well, this is beyond R rated so I will be discreet in my editing. It was a few years ago and my oldest dog, Henry, lived me and my roommate. We had some friends over on a Friday after work for drinks and game night. Everyone was having a good time and Henry along with another dog were running around the house. The doors to our bedrooms were left open not thinking of anything going wrong we never gave it a second thought. Then to my horror Henry, who is Black German Shepard, comes running through the house with, how should I put this, a purple toy of pleasure. Yes, I had left a my nightstand drawer cracked open and that stinker got his long nose in there and dug it out. Oh, it doesn’t stop there. He managed to turn it on. So not only was he running through the house with this purple toy but it was also making noise. Thankfully I had consume a couple of drinks so my level of embarrassment was slightly diminished but to this day it is mentioned when we all get together.
Ok, my most embarrasing dog story was last new years eve.
Me, my mom, and my 2 sisters were staying at my aunts house as we were driving back from my sisters (Kansas City) to my house. (Blanco TX)
I had my dog, and while we were eating dinner I locked him up in the upstairs bedroom. He was still a puppy, about 7 months old.
After he had been up there (Unsupervised, whoops ;P) about 1 1/2 hours, I went to check on him. And when I opened the door he was just innocently sitting on the floor, with a shredded down comforter off the bed, wrinkled up on the floor, and white feathers floating all over the room like a cloud, and feathers all over him. (He even had a little white beard!)
I was really mad at him but he looked soooo cute and innocent I had to laugh!!
My most frightening story was on the same trip, we were almost home and we decided to stop at a shopping center.
We got out and I was putting him in his crate in the back of our truck, and all of a sudden he pulled his head back, slipped his collar and wriggled so fast I couldn’t grab him. He hit the parking lot running, and (thank goodness) ran towards the stores instead of towards the highway.
I was yelling at at him to come and chasing him, he thought we were playing with him because he would run one way and when we went towards him he would dart in the opposite direction. We finally caught him, I think it was because some people kept him from running back out in the road.
My heart was audibly pounding for a long time afterwards.
I now have this morbid fear of his collar being too loose.
JJ and Zack
OK I have one more, years ago we had a very bad blizzard and my husband had a truck with a snow plow. A part broke on the plow so we decided to go get a new part which was several miles away. We decided we would stay in a motel with a hot tub, oh how romantic. We took our dachshound Tio with us, when we got to the motel they didnt allow dogs so we snuck him in. Later my husband went out to get ice and when he came back Tio ran out the door.We started running after him because he was headed for the front desk, and as you know the faster you run the faster the dog runs.From past experience we knew if we layed down and played dead Tio would come back to check you out. Oh yes we laid down in the hallway of the motel. and our sweet little boy came back to check out his dead mom and dad, of course we grabbed him and went back to our room which of course the door was locked. I went and hid with Tio and my husband went and got the key. Later my hubby had the hot tub all ready and I started to join him well, Tio decided he would join us to. Needless to say Tio jumped up on the side of the tub and fell in.My poor baby was so upset he cried all night and wanted to go home, the dog not my husband. My husband had high blood pressure and shouldnt have been in the tub, he started feeling sick and had to lay down, So there is my husband feeling really bad and my dog crying because he wanted to go home and then there was me wondering where my romantic night went.
Just last week I took my two Miniature Schnauzers to the pet store to see Santa Paws. I goofed on the time so was there much too early so I decided to purchase a couple things. Bella & Scooter were trying to go in different directions and Scooter was lifting his leg on everything! I put them both in the basket. I placed a big plastic dog food container in the buggy too, but there was plenty of space for it and both dogs (they’re small). Bella started crying like someone was hurting her. People looked to see what was happening. I picked her up in my arms and held her then Scooter decided to jump out of the buggy. Good thing I still had a hold on his leash. I put them both back in the buggy and decided to check out and come back later. That’s when they both decided it was a good idea to bark at everyone, both dogs and people. Needless to say all eyes were on me and I felt like a mom with bad out of control children. I finally managed to check out barely understanding any conversation with the clerk or anyone else who tried to talk with me. All I could feel were eyes on me as I pulled my babies out of the store. I came back later, but recruited my son and his friend to help me with them so they could see Santy Paws.
My most embarrassing (and frightful) moment was with a dog from the SPCA actually. It was my first day volunteering and I was taking a big fat dog they had just got in for a walk and of course we didn’t know her name. While we were out she slipped her collar and of course we were less then a 1/2 block from a busy intersection. Here I am running after this big fat dog who I might add was not real young and calling her……. Here girl, come here girl and people were honking at me because I was in the street waving my arms so nobody would hit her…………. Oh my gosh, my heart was pounding. Finally she just stopped and walked over to me like nothing happened and I was her best friend. I had to laugh later because it was like it all happened in slow motion BUT I learned a huge lesson ………… make sure the dogs collar is tight when walking.
I remember it like yesterday. Chuppy was only 2 months old and was bouncing around the house like the little ball of energy that he is. Sleeping all the time, everytime he would wake up, you would have to take him out to go potty. But this time, I forgot. Chuppy was sleeping soundly, and my friends were over. We didn’t notice Chuppy get up because we were having such a great time! One of my friends had to go to the bathroom, so I pointed her the way in the house. Understanding, she got up and walked through the hallway. I heard a Swoshing sound, and my friend screamed. Running over to her, I saw she was in a big puddle of water! At first, I thought my friend “went” on the ground, but turns out, it was Chuppy! I was so embarrassed because she was barefoot, and her pants got wet also! Chuppy just has his moments…
*Coughs* Do you really want to know?
Alright, our well behaved 6 year old Standard Poodle, Jett, has gone crazy after we got a new puppy. We were having Thanksgiving dinner, and Jett jumped onto the table, knocking down a few people, and breaking lots of plates, and trying to eat the food. Wow she got in big trouble.
6 years going on 1 year. BOL!
Oh, so many to choose from. Was it the time Coffee greeted my date and I at the door with a pair of my underwear on her head? (Hey, is that a beret? No, it’s an OH MY GOD) Or was it the time she pulled down some stranger’s pants at the dog park? Or was it the time she fell in love with the landscaping guy and mooned over him and got in his way all day? Or maybe the time she wiped boogers all over a date’s jeans and sneezed them in his beer? Oh, what to choose what to choose…
So I am a talk show host for a local talk station. While on another show that airs on that sames station, and holding my pooch while on the air…all of a sudden, the air smelled worse than I have ever smelled a radio studio smell.
Which, is saying a lot. I work with people that can’t seem to manage to take their own coffee cups 20 feet to the sink to dump it out…it’s seriously an experiment on evolution in here 90% of the time.
I look at Chim Chim, my Japanese Chin, who suddenly looked a lot more comfortable…and would, seemingly, be the only reason why it started smelling in there.
Yes, my friends, my dog farts. He farts worse than the god of flatulence, Flarpy Fartso. It smells. Bad. I didn’t think anything could surpass the smell my beloved significant other produces. But alas, it’s possible. Not only possible…but amazingly so. And in front of my coworkers….
Ok, this was a really embarrassing one for me! Earlier this year we went from Orlando to upstate NY to see my Aunt who was in Hospice and my father was also getting ready to pass on from cancer. Well, when we went into the Hospice to see my Aunt, Binx had never been anyplace like that before and he got really spooked apparently. Now mind you, we always take him to do his business before we go anywhere and we certainly did that day as well. Anyway, we started to walk down the hall and he got so uptight all of a sudden that he actually poohed on the floor when we were walking! Oh my Dog, not only was I an emotional wreck from knowing that it was the end for both of my family members, but I was completely mortified that Binx did that! A nurse happened to be walking by when he did it! She started laughing! Oh brother! My Aunt passed away the day we got back to Orlando and then we went back to see my father a few months later and by then he was in the Hospice. Thank goodness that Nurse wasn’t there when we were that time and no one seemed to remember and oh so thank goodness that Binx didn’t get like that again! Oh, we didn’t get off easy that time either though, oh no!! When we were there to see my father and when he would be getting checked by the Nurses we went into a waiting room. Well, there was another dog there, a quiet dog. Binx had it in his head that it was time to play and he started barking, you have got to be kidding me I thought! Yup, we sure did make a lasting impression I am sure! Good thing that all the people there liked us a lot that is for sure!
When we first got Ginger we lived in an apartment on the 3rd floor. We had made dozens of Christmas cookies – Chocolate Chips, sugar, Pnut butter, etc. I had them all stacked up in tupperware containers on the kitchen table. We (myself and my 2 two legged kids) knew to push the kitchen chairs in or the dogs could jump on the table. Well.. Louie and Ginger Conspired when we were out and they Louie (I’m sure) knocked a tupperware of Choc chip cookies on the floor. Ginger proceeded to get the lid off and eat every cookie in the container. (Yes i know chocolate is bad for dogs – but BOY DOES IT GET BETTER) – well she ate all of them.
We came home and found the empty bowl and we figured we were in for a rough night. Well it was a warm winter and we had the patio door to the small deck opened to let some air in. During the afternoon Ginger snuck out onto the deck and proceeded to leave us some nice presents on the deck. Very Runny, Chocolaty – yucky presents. Now this is on the 3rd floor deck mind you. And with gravity and all – it proceeded to ooze down to the 2nd floor deck – then down to the 1st floor patio. OH YES IT DID. So Ginger’s mom (ME) once I saw this mess – and you have no idea how bad it was people. I had to go knock on those people’s doors and explain what happened and tell them I was there to clean their deck/patio’s. I had just started dating my boyfriend at the time and he offered to help. He brought scrub brushes and buckets bless his heart. Well we went to the one neighbor – and they were like – oh it’s no big deal, don’t worry about it. Then they looked outside and they were like OH MY DOG_ yeah, you clean it. It was so embarrasssing…….. Thank goodness Ginger was ok. But it was the most embarrassing (and hilariously funny) thing….
When my boyfriend and I first got Bailey, she was only two months old. She would chew and eat everything. We would joke and say she was a vegetarian because she loved eating plants and grass. One day I left her in my parent’s backyard. When I got back I saw that some of my parent’s plants were ruined. One plant had very long leaves. The leaves were about 18 inches long. Bailey had thrown up a few times, poor puppy. The next morning when she went out to use the bathroom her poop had leaves in it. I knew this was normal because she had eaten so many of them. BUT… now here comes the embarrassing/funny part. Poor Bailey couldn’t relieve herself fully because the leaves were so long and didnt get broken down. So with a plastic bag around my hand I had to literally pull the leaves out of her butt. The look on her face was so sad. We could tell she was embarrassed. It was a funny/weird experience that we will never forget.
ANOTHER QUICK STORY…
One morning when my boyfriend and I were getting ready to start our day we hear Bailey make a loud noise sort of like a throw up noise. So we look at her, and we both see a dark blue/black log on the floor. We weren’t sure what it was, but we were so confused. We were thinking…. did that really just come out of her mouth!?!??! Later when we picked it up, we realized that it was a rope toy. Bailey ate a whole rope toy. It was about 7 inches when she threw it up, and it was really really thick. Poor puppy always used to eat things. We are so thankful that she hasn’t done anything outrageous lately.
ok i will share it.but no laughing or ealse.
mom dad and i went to petsmart and i love petsmart. well i also like to pull things off the selves.and throw them around.so mommy kept putting the tiys back on the lower selves. then this lady turned to mom and dad and commented on what i pretty poodle i am.(well yeah)))
when mom dad turned the other way i grabbed a stuffie. dragged it up in to oone of the doggie houses and well i did number 2 on in the doggie house they sell at the petsmart.
omg mom dad were mortified and quickly went and got the accident cleaner and towels and started scrubbing out the dog house.. as for the toy.they bought it.but hey i did not want it because some pup poohed on it..bol
oh yeah that was me who did that..
hangs her head in total shame..
so there is my story and well it is my badge of shame
MY LAST ENTRY WAS SENT BEFORE MOM FIXED TYPOS SO RESENDING CORRECTED STORY ..SORRY DOGSTER
1. 12/19/08 at 7:27 pm trixiemae marshmellow ears
Ok I will share it. But no laughing or ealse.
Mom dad and I went to pet smart and I love pet smart. Well I also like to pull things off the selves. And throw them around. So mommy kept putting the toys back on the lower selves. Then this lady turned to mom and dad and commented on what I pretty poodle I am. (Well yeah)))
When mom dad turned the other way I grabbed a stuffie. Dragged it up in to one of the doggie houses and well I did number # 2 in the doggie house AND ON THE TOY they sell at the petsmart.
OMD mom dad were mortified and quickly went and got the accident cleaner and towels and started scrubbing out the dog house.. As for the toy. They bought it. But hey I did not want it because some pup poohed on it..BOL
oh yeah that was me who did that…
hangs her head in total shame…
so there is my story and well it is my badge of shame
Ok ok I know I said I was done but, the poop story made me think of another one. One day I went to Mennards with my mini dach Izzy.aka stinking feet. Her nickname should be stinking butt, but shes a lady.Anyway Izzy is all of six pounds and has bowel problems. As we were shopping Izzy decides to take an unlady like poo.I mean the smell would have knocked you over and I was afaid if anybody smelled it we would get kicked out.I went behind one of those little counters that each department has and found some paper towel and cleaned it up. I put dirty paper towel in waste basket behind counter and my god did it stink. Im sure when the poor person came back from helping a costumer they wondered what that god awful smell was.I cant imagine why but, dogs are not allowed in menards anymore. Izzy and I do want to apologize to menards for leaving such a smell.
This is something funny and stupid that I did and we all still laugh hard about it. I have a dog rescue so I am always looking for bargains on dog supplies/items, one day while shopping in Petco I came across a bargain shelve of marked down dog shampoo,conditioner and other items so I bought a bottle because I knew I had to go home and give Baby a bath from where she rolled on a dead animal!YUCK! So I get home and wrestle her into the bathroom and finally get her into the tub(nothing like wrestling with a muscular Boxer who did not want a bath!) and I grab the bottle of shampoo and popped the lid open without reading directions,etc well I put a big dab on and started rubbing it in to lather her up but for some reason it would not lather and it had a “different” odor to it but not bad (and Baby really wanted to clean it off)so I added another dab and rubbed it in all over Baby , let her sit for a couple minutes then I rinsed it off. Well tried to rinse it off but it was still leaving a real oily greasy feeling so after 3 rinses I finally got her out and dried her off real well. After Baby gets a bath she usually streakes around the house bouncing up and down, rubbing against everything but this time I noticed all of the other dogs were going after her! I thought what is going on especially since they were not attacking her but licking her like a popsicle! Everywhere she ran there was a line of dogs trying to give her a lick! So I ran into the bathroom grabbed the bottle to see what kind of shampoo this was and it WAS NOT shampoo!! I had grabbed a bottle of Iams liquid gravy that you pour on your dogs dog food! I had literally basted my Boxer! She was a big walking beef flavored popsicle and the other dogs could not get enough licks in!!
Well Miss Sophie Claire has her CGC (Canine Good Citizenship) and working towards her Therapy Dog Rating. We go to lots of places and everyone is so kind to let us come in. One day we decided to go to a plant nursery. Of course we always ask permission to enter and tell them what we are doing. They said yes of course we were welcome and that they had 2 cats running around. Well we use to have cats, so I thought no problem.
People always stop us to chat and see what we are doing and why. We were in the outside greenhouse and going down an aisle when we turned the corner, there was one of the felines. Well the cat took one look at Sophie and of course Sophie stared at the cat. Next thing I know the cat takes off full tilt and low and behold Sophies’ collar pops off and the race is on! The cat leaps over bushes and plants with Sophie right behind her. This dog who is trained off leash to verbal and hand signals is totally out of control. By now everyone is the greenhouse is laughing and watching the show. Off they go around the corner again leaping tall buildings (really plants) without knocking a blooming thing over! I run around the corner of the building which leads to an expressway with my heart about to burst and all of a sudden there they are! The cat is on top of a fence with Miss Sophie patiently waiting below. Well I get her collar back on her and around the corner we come. Red faced as I was, Sophie was grining from ear to ear. People were clapping and I guess enjoying the show. Needless to say we went inside to apologize to the owners. They were smiling when we came in and said not to worry. Well can I just say, that Miss Sophie Claire has not been flower shopping since and we are still working towards that Therapy Dog Certification.
When Ricky was a young pup, my daughter and I took him to a discount store. while waiting in the checkout line Ricky quietly let go the most awful stink.
A moment later a lady if front of us turned around and glared at my daughter and me.
Yeah right like we would have done that!!
A few years ago I had family & friends over for the Holidays. We were all sitting on the couch watching TV including my Pom Kobe. Then all of a sudden, Kobe let out a real loud fart. It was so loud that it startled him and he jumped at his own fart not knowing where the noise came from.
Everybody laughed and ran away and Kobe had no idea what just happened!
Another year during Thanksgiving, my sister was visiting from out of town and her suitcase was opened on the bedroom floor so my Pom Kiki got into it. We all were eating at the dining room table when all of a sudden Kiki came running across the room with my sister’s hot pink bra around her neck.
Kobe and Kiki are famous with my family and friends now as a couple of pretty weird dogs. Ahh. Holidays at our house.
A few months ago this summer, I took Kobe and Kiki for a walk in the park. Seeing there were no dogs around, I took the leash off and let them run off leash. Unbeknown to me, there was a young couple necking on the picnic bench and table near by. The man was sitting on the bench and the woman was lying with her head on his lap and they were, uhh, smooching away.
Well, being the friendly pup that my Pom Kobe is, he started running toward the young couple. He ran up to them and stood up pawing at the woman’s leg asking to be petted. I came running after him screaming, Kobe come, Kobe come! People jogging near by heard my screaming, turned around and started laughing when they saw what happened. As far as Kobe knows, he was just being friendly.
Teddy once de-pantsed me in front of an entire construction crew. I had only had Teddy for a few days, and we were still doing the 5 am trips out to potty. Well, on one particular trip he thought we were going to play and got very excited. We had made it literally steps out of the apartment when he jumped up and grabbed onto my pants with his mouth. He promptly tugged down, revealing my bare behind to an entire crew of construction workers. I quickly pulled them up and hoped no one had noticed, but the whistles and claps I received told me otherwise…..In fact, the next day a man asked why I hadn’t been out that morning–he wanted another show. Oy.
A few years ago we were only puppies and it was in the winter when it was snowing and we ran into the snow, it was cold. My owner made an igloo and we went inside of the igloo and then we came out and knocked it down we knocked down alot of things snowmans igloos and snow forts the funny part was that we were in town and we knocked over the other kids who lived in town and made forts. Then, we knocked over a kid drinking hot choclate then we started licking the kid.Then are owners caught us and brought us back home for we won’t knock over any more kids.
Another year we went sledding somewhere I forgot the place we were in.We were sledding down big hill and suddenly we fall off the sled rolling down into a ditch. We ended up in the ditch by hitting atree well thats how we fell off then rolling into the snow into a ditch. We did not come out for an hour because we were scared. We got out then we did it again.Then are owner thro snowballs at us and we did not know what to do so we sat there not knowing what to do when all of the sudden we were getting pelted by snowballs we ran every where we coud but we could not escape the pelting of the snowballs.Last thing we know we were covered in snowballs.
On Halloween night, everybody was outside trick or treating. Our bigger dogs were upstairs, because they’d be barking at everyone, and Izzy (our Shorkie) got to stay downstairs, because she loves happily greeting the trick or treaters. So, the first trick or treaters came. I wasn’t ready yet, and still in my robe, doing my hair, hadn’t yet put on my costume. The trick or treaters got their candy and left, but my sister had the door still open. Out Izzy ran to go see the trick or treaters out. And then she was running down the street. And here I am, not thinking. When my sister yells up “Izzy got out!” I went running out the door, and down the street with her leash, trying to catch up to her and call her over, all the while yelling her name. By the time I made it down the street, I caught her. Then saw that everyone else saw me standing there in my robe. So, using Izzy as my shield, I walked back up the street and into the house. Izzy had to go upstairs after that.
Omgah this has GOT to be the worse!! Dad and me took midnight and bubbles and billy bob to get there shots at the vet…they had one of the saturday clinics where you could get them all cheaper but it was at our vet!! ANYWAYS so we took bubbles and midnight first….so i have bubbles waiting outside in line and dad has midnight…dad is always embarssed cause no matter where we are if we go somewhere in public midnight ALWAYS gets nerves and poops a BIG ol’ pile!!! well her it comes **i think its funny but it was VERY embarssin for my dad cause he just well he gets embarssed lol** midnight is walking behind me and bubbles….and bubbles is just you know stickin by me like great all these animals geez why do i have to go threw this…and midnight is trying to drag dad every which way to get to the hotties…well dad is like THATS ENOUGH!! lol and he brings his leash so close midnight can’t move so midnight decides to drop a HUGE BOMB right there beside dad **haha** i turned around and kept walking up the line and bubbles looked back like ohh geez and midnight was just walking and still pooping **HAHA** DAD was jerkin the leash saying stop boy stop!! he was still just pooping!! well nice job midnight! way to make u and dad really embarsed well HERE is the most embarssing about that time the dogs that just got there shots was 2 very cute little shitzus (sp) and OMGAH you wont BELIEVE THIS!!! ONE OF THEM WAS BLIND!!!!! =o OH NO!!! so this cute pup just got groomed just got its shots and he headed right for midnights terd of doom!!! **lol** me and bubbles and other ppl in line was like oh gah but we couldn’t say anything well the owner went by and the smell was soo bad she caught on she missed it barely well here goes blind puppy lefts its leg up to step and all of a sudden you hear “”STOP SOPHIE!!!! and sophie stops lol and starts sniffing and she realizes its poo so she walks around and goes on home!!! LOL but dad was soo embrassed lets just say midnight still has nerve problems last time at the groomers he pooped on the table 3 times
we let dad pick him up for the first few times LOL cause it was so embrassing BUT we love midnight!!! 
Well, this didnt happen with Ace, but it was his Uncle Rusty that I had since I was a child. I had him out on a leash, and my friends mom started yelling at me for having him on a leash, because she said she didnt trust dogs. (He was very sweet, and would never hurt anything or anyone). Anyways, while she was yelling at me, I guess Rusty decided to take matters into his own paws so to speak, because he lifted his leg and tinkled on her. I was laughing, of course she called my parents, and complained, but she didnt get far, because had she not been yelling at me, he wouldnt have pee’d on her anyways. It wasnt embarassing for me, but it was for her. R.I.P Rusty!
I had Peeve in a puppy class–just about the time that he figured out that he was a boy and there was such a thing as territory. We had a game where i was to stand at a line and give the heel command tell him to wait and walk and put a treat on a bed, walk to him get in heel position again and then tell him to go to bed. TO make this easier, I had brought his own bed and put it on the bed that was provided(Peeve is a sniffer and will sniff till the cows come home) Well I wasnt allowed to be at across this line i was standing on or else i could have prevented this. I gave the command “go” Like the good little boy he is he marched right up, sniffed it and lifted his leg and PEED ALL OVER BOTH BEDS! I turned beat red and the whole class laughed their heads off. I was so embarrased.
One time, while I was brushing Wimpy, I got a tick from his fur then I placed it in a piece of paper for me to burn coz that’s what my mother advised me to do everytime I clean up after my pets. Anyway, when the paper was already reduced to embers, I threw it on the ground. And to my surprise, Rock my male dalmatian immediately grab the smoldering paper thinking it was a treat. haha After which he spat out the paper and he went to his bowl for some water. hahaIt was so funny and so embarrassing for his part. But that’s okay. Now I know why dalmatians are also called firehouse dogs. LOL
One day in the park, I said that Cookie knew a bunch of tricks. When I tried to show the people one, Cookie got distracted, started staring at something, and wouldn’t listen to me at all.
I guess I don’t have any good ones…
At age 1 My pup, Chip was adopted by our family. I decided to show him off to my friends. As soon as I said how he was such a great, loyal dog, Chip decided to “pup poof”. It was so loud and bad, I had to take blame to save the wonderful dog words…..
This is a PG rated story: When I first got Syd, I lived in an older apartment building, and you wouldn’t dare flush a tampon applicator with such old plumbing, so I had a time keeping Syd’s nosey nose out of the bathroom garbage.
I came home with a date, eager for him to meet my wonderful little dog. My date asked to use the bathroom, and I took Syd out while he was in there. When I returned, I didn’t realize he’d left the bathroom door open.
Syd and my date met breifly, and Syd seemed to like him.
Syd disappeared as we sat down on the couch.
Soon he came prancing back with a little white “cigar” hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
With those bushy Schnauzer eyebrows and that prance, he looked like Groucho Marx.
I realized what the “cigar” was and turned beat red.
Syd pranced happily over to us and presented his gift by dropping it at my date’s feet.
I grabed the tampon tube and rushed it to the garbage can. “What was that?” asked my date.
“Oh, just something he shouldn’t have” I replied.
The worst part was, Syd was crushed that I’d thrown away his ‘gift’ to my date.
OMG!! It is summer time and I was taken on my walk. You see mama, she isn’t allowed to leave the yard because we live on a bad street with random shootings and stuff. Anyway, mom walks me around the house. Well she decided to take me off leash for the first time. She had alot of faith in me that I wouldn’t do something foolish. Well our neighbor (hes my favorite neighbor he is so nice and remembers me!) he was leaving for work and I saw him backing up in his truck and I run after him. Mom hollared for me to come to her and I wouldn’t listen. I wanted to see the neighbor. So I played ring-around-the-rosey with mom around his truck. I really don’t know how I didn’t get hit because when I ran infront of him, he was still moving. He saw me and slamed the breaks on and turned the truck on. Then mom tried to catch me. I ran around the truck, mom was crying worried about me. Finally she grabbed me and picked me up, apologized to our neighbor and took me in the house. Needless to say, I got a stern talk with. I was so embarassed because I was tweleve years old at that time and I should of known better and listened to mama. After that she never let me off leash again when were outside.
These are great!!
Ok I had a new job working at a dog daycare.
I also had a pretty new puppy, Nugget was about 6 months old.
So, the new boss and I went to the local dog park with our husbands and pets.
Nugget say her, gave her kisses, then hiked on her leg!! Ack!!
I got to keep the job thanks goodness!
My big old black Labradoodle, Hank decided to deig into a homemade pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving time. It was out on the sunroom, no one was watching and he helped himself to about two thirds of it. I didn’t think much of it at first but then later that night when everyone had gone home, Hank’s stomach started rumbling . . . and rumbling . . . and growling.
I started to laugh and thought to myself that all that pie must not be sitting too well about now.
Then the mayhem ensued. Poor Hank had to go out constantly. He’d sit by the door with this crazed look in his eyes until I’d let him out.
This continued for about 3 days after which I decided I’d better call the vet. At this point, I was concerned.
When I spoke to the receptionist and told her what had happened she started to laugh. I was appalled. She then asked me, “Do you know how much fiber is in a pumpkin pie?”
I was then advised to bring him to the vet if the situation didn’t improve over the next day or two.
I couldn’t believe it! A vet visit because of a pie!?!
Thankfully, Hank
(sorry – pressed the wrong key) Hank’s digestive problems naturally resolved themselves without any help from the vet. Hank’s been gone for over 2 years now. He was 15 when he left us. Sure hope wherever he is, there’s no pumpkin pie.
It was snowing and the roads were getting icy. I’d walked Annie and Syd, slipping and sliding on the apartment complex driveway, but they wanted to get back in ASAP.
Thinking I’d put their sweaters on and walk them after the snow stopped, I showered and started to get dressed. I smelled something and went to look. Sure enough, a big pile of poop by the door. “OH!” I said “Who did this?” and Annie hung her head.
I opened the door, standing behind it as I was only wearing sweatpants and a bra and said “Outside”. I knew better than to let her out off lead, but I figured she’d come right back in.
She went a bit further than I expected, so I grabbed my raincoat on over just my bra and slipped on sneekers with no socks. I stepped out and called to her. She ran from me.
Yelling “Annie, come!” I stupidly gave chase. She ran down the apartment driveway with me slipping and sliding after her.
She got to the road and kept going. She’d get a little ahead and stop to sniff something or pee, then take off again as I got close. At the corner, she turned onto a busy road and ran down the middle of it. I followed, in the middle of the road, my hair still wet from the shower, waving my arms franticly at cars to make sure they saw the little white dog in the snow, scared they couldn’t stop if they wanted to.
This kept on for a mile. Somewhere in all this, I twisted my ankle, but limped on. Finally she headed down the edge of the onramp to the interstate. This narrows to a small ledge along a fence beind the houses there, and I knew I couldn’t negotiate it in the icy conditions. I was freezing in no socks, frozen hair and no shirt on under my raincoat. I sank to my knees and began to sob, figuring she’d slip and fall to the interstate below. Annie noticed I was no longer chasing her, and turned and ran back to me.
She was shivering, so I put her under my coat with just her head sticking out, and limped home. Nobody stopped to help us, and I realized that in a raincoat and sweatpants, old sneekers with no socks and wet hair, I looked like a homeless person. I guess the people driving slowly on the slippery roads wondered where a homeless person got such a pretty little dog.
I have a little black Pug/Beagle named Annie. Because of training her I’m known as the expert dog person in our whole neighborhood. I bent down to see a playful pup named Bizzy which I may adopt now, and he went over and jumped on me and pushed me to the ground with slobbery kisses. Everyone laughed and Annie barked at him to get off and it worked. I’ve been in love with Bizzy ever since!
That following day, Annie escaped and ran to one of our neighbors. She would have come to me except for the fact that she could smell the ducks, turkeys, peacocks, chickens, etc. . . birds that he owned! She almost got one of the ducks but then it bit her in the ear! After that she ran right to me, scared of the duck. She doesn’t like to go there anymore. . . Annie’s humiliated but very fearful still at the same time!
Puggle loves!
Annie
Had a friend visiting from New Zealand and had just picked her up at the airport. Stopped for gas and to use the bathroom. My dog had diarrhea and when my friend came out of the bathroom she saw me wiping my dog’s bum and asked, “Do all Americans do that?”
At my house, the dogs are allowed on any furniture they please. Not so when I take them to grandma’s house.
Mom had a pair of matching band new recliners. I was sitting in one, reading the paper, and didn’t notice that Rocke had hopped into the other to look out the window.
My mother entered the room, cold cream on her face wearing her robe and the wireless headphones – complete with antenna – that allow her to listen to the TV from anywhere in the house.
She saw Rocke in her new chair and said meancingly “Get down from there!”.
Rocke, shocked to be scolded for being in a chair, turned to see a white faced creature in a long white robe with an antenna , and peed from fright – all over the new chair.
My mother was livid, but I laughed so hard I’m suprised I didn’t pee in her other chair.
How I Embarrassed My Dad…. by Teddy One summer when I was a pup I got to go on my first “all guys” fishing trip with my dad and his friends. The first morning I was the first up and was ready to present my “gift” of the day. You know how the parents always wrap up your “gifts” and save them in the special can. Well, I sniffed around to find a familiar place for the “gift”. Nothing here, nothing there. Then I found a smell I knew. When Dad slipped his foot into his shoe, he found my “gift’! Dads friends laughed ALOT! Dad not so much. That was my last fishing trip with Dad and I’m not sure why.
OMD! “anonymous” Did you seriously do that? That is SICK. No wonder you didn’t put your name, we would ALL report you to the SPCA! It made my stomach turn. ……
Dogs can do some strange things but very rarely have I been embarrassed about things they do. Farting, stealing the roast off the counter just before I’m about to feed my guests, crotch and butt sniffing, puking, or occasionally peeing on someone else’s fur pal, hey their dogs, I quick sorry, laugh it off and move on. But this story I am about to tell you was so embarrassing and the actions of this particular dog still makes me feel guilt every time I see my elderly neighbor who resides across the street.
My best friend said she needed a weekend away, a romantic quiet weekend with her boyfriend and she asked me to babysit her dog Molly, I reluctantly said yes. The reason I say reluctantly is because I knew this dog had a serious issue, and that was animal aggression. Molly thought she should be the ONLY four legged creature to walk this earth, and she made this fact perfectly clear. I just recently lost my beloved dog Bear so I figured I could keep her away from other dogs and everything would be great. Little did I know and quickly found out, this dog had no respect, no manners, spoiled rotten and no training what’s so ever. Let me set the scene for you.
A beautiful summer afternoon, I’m standing in my doorway, my neighbor beside me was mowing his lawn and the elderly lady across from me was gardening while her faithful cat was lying beside her. Oh peace, but soon that would be shattered in a matter of seconds. I opened the door to get my mail, just enough to get my hand in the mailbox and Molly bolted right through the door like a flash. That poor cat across the street had a huge bull’s eye on her back and Molly was heading right for her, straight as a arrow. My thought was “OH CRAP!” and I’m assuming that was the same thought the cat across the street had. This cat knew it was in trouble and ran for its life. The cat ran behind the house and there was nothing stopping Molly. The elderly lady was having a fit and I’m running after Molly calling her back but to no avail. I ran around to the back yard, slammed the gate shut and hoped I could catch her in the fenced yard, I was praying this cat could jump high enough to escape danger. They were nowhere in sight, crashing and barking could be heard coming from the house; the cat had a cat door, “OH CRAP!” I ran into the house and was horrified by the scene; this poor cat was doing everything in her power to escape this psycho dog invading her house. Jumping on counters, shelves, tables anything to avoid this snarling dog. Neither lamp nor knick-knack was safe, because Molly’s mind was set, seek and destroy. The cat bolted by me and I snatched Molly up while she was running past. The elderly lady was crying, Molly’s state of mind was in kill mode; the poor cat really should have had therapy and me well there is no way to explain my feelings. The lady was so upset; she was going to call the cops on me, well Molly. I assured her everything would be replaced and apologized profusely, thankfully she changed her mind. I walked back across the street with head down carrying this hyperventilating dog, crying my eyes out. I put Molly in the house, went back and helped the lady get her house back in order. To this day, she still snubs me and honestly I don’t blame her.
My girlfriend came home and I told her NEVER would I babysit this dog again and I advised her to NEVER bring her back even for a visit, the lady across the street would have a heart attack if she ever seen Molly again. My friend did go over, apologized and did replace everything. So that is my most embarrassing, horrifying, guilt ridden, ticked off story of my experience with a dog. So all the stuff Deogie has done or will do, I smile and shrug it off because I know from experience that things could be a lot worse.
I actually thought of two times that Teddy has mortified me because of his response to handicapped people.
The first time he saw a person in a wheelchair, he flipped out. He was fascinated by the wheels and wouldn’t stop barking and trying to jump on them. I felt so badly for the woman as she wheeled quickly away from my ballistic dog.
The other one took place at our dog park. A woman came in with her dog, and it became clear that she had a prosthetic leg. Teddy ran up to to say hi, and quickly noticed that something wasn’t quite the same about that leg. So what does he do? He walked forward and started sniffing and licking the poor woman’s prosthetic leg. I apologized profusely and pulled Teddy away–his tongue still outreached trying to get one last lick…..The woman laughed it off as puppy behavior, but I was absolutely mortified.
well,I walk my dog,Zeke,everyday. However,when he sees another male dog,he likes to mark his territory. So anyway,we got a new neighbor and I decided to introduce Zeke to her and the dog.So we walked down the road and when we got there,the neighbor and I started to talk and I went outside to check on Zeke and her dog,Dover.Once I got out there,I was petting Dover and felt something warm run down my pants leg.Zeke had peed on my leg!Turns out the neighbor was my size,so I borrowed some of her jeans until mine were clean.SOOO EMBARRASSING! AND IT’S NOT THE FIRST TIME ZEKE HAS DONE IT!
It was Thanksgiving and our little whippet (RIP) was still a puppy. The smell of the turkey roasting was driving him nuts; for the entire day, his only purpose in life was to see what was going on in the kitchen. A few minutes before our guests arrived the turkey was taken from the oven, the gravy was made and Amal was being watched carefully so he didn’t go investigate the source of that wonderful smell. Coats were taken and hung up, appetizers we’re shared and suddenly my husband and I realized our puppy was missing. Just then we heard a loud crash in the kitchen. After everyone (guests included) got up to investigate, we found our puppy had taken a flying leap and was helping himself to thanksgiving dinner. There he was, happy as a lark, covered in gravy and munching on a turkey leg. Fortunatly we also made a ham so dinner wasn’t a total loss….for the humans anyway. If ever there has time I wished for earthquake….you should have seen the look on our friends faces! Looking back on it now I just laugh.
This one is a R rated one. I was having a family get together at my house. There were 28 relatives in my living room. My Golden Retriever always likes to bring things out from the bedroom. Well, he found something on the floor from the night before and was proudly running in the living room throwing it up in the air. My husband looked at me and I make a quick jump and grabbed it before everyone knew what was going on. At least know one said a thing. I was so red in the face and so was my husband!
Okay, a year ago Shaka and me were featured on Pet Star and the worst thing happened. While he was reciving his metal he ran in the backstage and went to the bathroom on the floor. so we lost our metal
. He is NEVER going to Pet Star again after that momment!
For me the most embarassing thing your dog can do is poo at the most inappropriate time.
This happened at a show just over a month ago.
Jack was in the ring for the judging of Best Dog of Breed when he promptly squatted in front of the judge and I had to run into the ring apologising to the judge and removing Jack’s pile in a doggy bag.
Crystal was the next one to do the same in her age class.
Holly was in the ring being judged for Best Baby Puppy of Breed when she stopped suddenly and squatted too.
The judge promptly burst into laughter as did everyone around the ring who was watching.
Now whenever our dogs are waiting to go into the show ring people laugh and ask me if I’ve got a doggy bag in my pocket!
Years ago on a warm summer day when my husband and I were shopping for a car, we had stopped in at a Mercedes dealership because we had seen a snazzy little convertible in the showroom. We had our very active wire fox terrier, Ruffy, with us. He loved to shop and was generally pretty well behaved. As we were inspecting the car we liked, in came a very fancy couple. The woman was dressed in a brightly printed full skirt – with a fluffy petticoat that swished and made a little noise when she walked. She was all loaded up with hairspray and perfume and had a big purse. There was something about her that Ruffy didn’t like so he did a sneaky thing. He sidled up to the fancy lady and waited for her to turn her back on him. Then he jumped up, under her full skirt and fluffy petticoat, and bit her hard on the butt. The lady about hit the ceiling and all the sales people (and the lady’s husband) laughed ’till tears came down their faces. We were so humiliated that we left – and came back the next day without the dog and bought the car.
The funniest thing Peaches did was when she was walking in the snow she did not like that snow was sticking to her paws. So she would occansionally lift her paws and walk. Well once she must forgotten that she had her front left paw up when she lifted her rear left paw up too and then she fell over in the snow. She looked up at me and seemed to say take me out of this cold stuff and warm me up.
So it was late one night (4 am!) and Jarvis was whining in his crate to go and pee. It was my turn, so I took him out. On the way out the door I spotted a little “present” he had left in the living room floor. Cussing my husband for not cleaning it up first, I slid in a puddle of pee on the floor!! The poo in the toilet paper in my hand went flyin!!! So there I was in a puddle of puppy pee with puppy poo all over the place. Please note my husband and Jarvis both laughing at me. At 4 am…….
This is going to be another R rated story. My husband and I had just moved into our new home.We were so excited to be alone finally.(we were living with family.)Ne whoo I put Ember and Heidi in their kennels. I thought I locked them up good, but forgot to close the bottom latch on Ember’s kennel. Well to cut to the chase,my husband and I were almost climaxed and I got really loud and she busted out of her cage and come threw our door and tried to attack my husband! She thought he was trying to hurt me! LOL needless to say our moment was shortened and I double and triple check now when I lock them up.
At agility class one day I was just starting out my run with Honey. Earlier in the day it rained real hard so alot of the equipment was wet. Honey, being the first dog in her class to be on the course, went over the jump and then I sent her into the tunnel that was shaped as a U. I heard this loud splashing sound and I turn around to see what it was. I turn around and see Honey (who is a sheltie) laying on her side in the tunnel because she had fallen and slid. She got back up and started walking slowly out of the tunnel soaking wet! I just stoppped and laughed at her because she looked so pitiful! After giving her a minute to shake it off we kept going, but the rest of the people in my class just kept laughing! I felt so sorry for Honey! But she is a little goof ball!
One weekend we were at an agility show and I had just finished my run with Honey. (same dog in the story above) Well, I was standing there watching other dogs run while holding my other sheltie Riley, who was a puppy at the time, on the leash. A lady from my agility classes back at home came and started talking to me. While we were talking, I happened to look down and see Riley lifting his leg and peeing on her!!! I pulled him away and apologized, but she said it was ok since she has shelties too and loves them! Her foot was soaking wet AND she was my partner in the next run for Pairs. Everytime she now sees Riley she says “Don’t pee on me!” Then in November we where at another agility show and he pee-ed on my sisters leg! Then the lady who he first pee-ed on said, “See, he only pees on those that he loves!”
I was out walking my Miniature Schnauzer, Lexie, one day in the neighborhood when we came upon the two West Highland Whites who live a couple blocks away. Lexie saw those two Westies and started barking her head off! I was embarrassed because the owners of the Westies were standing there trying to talk to other neighbors and my dog was being loud and bossy.and would not keep quiet.
I tried to get her to hush, but if you know Mini Schnauzers, this is no easy task. Those Westies barely gave a look in our direction. One of them, apparently having had enough of Lexie’s yapping, finally turned around towards us and let out one short, sharp Yap! My dog’s response? She stopped barking, froze in place and pooped right there on the pavement. The Westie turned back towards its owners as if nothing had happened. I cleaned up and we walked off, humiliated! LOL!
A couple of year’s ago,I was out walking with my Mom,acting as the big tough dog I think I am,herding her,and givng every passerby the lookdon’t mess with my mom.
We came to a stop sign so we had to wait,for car’s to go by,and all of the sudden this dog,bolted out of his house,when his human’s were bringing in groceries.
He came running right after us,Mom thought he was going after her or me,Mom quickly turned around to sheild us,I was the smart one,I hid behind my Mom,as if I was a scared rabbit.BOL
My Big Protector!!(Not)!!
Jade’s first confrontation with a squirrel
She really thought she had it.. but my screaming threw her off, LOL
Heres how it went down. I open the door to let her out, on her long retractable leash ..of course.. and she saw him immediatly, sitting there all bold and all… well I didn’t see a thing, …not till she took off like a bullet that is.. yanked that leash handle right outta my hand and … swooooosh…. the rodent took off towards the neighbors big tree with Jade about 70 miles an hour right on his tail, I almost fall out the door with the forward motion from the leash, and I, still in my nightshirt !, (did I mention it was 7:30 am?LOL), start *screaming*.. JADE STOP ! JADE STOP !
well I guess that’s a hard command to obey when a pup is so close to snatching her first critter. So the critter makes it up the tree and there is Jade jumping up the tree trunk, …I could tell she wished she was a cat at that moment. So I reach down, grab her up in my arms and shes squirming like a snake, and I hear my neighbors voice asking, “are you OK?”…
To my embarrasment, I realized he had been watching the whole thing, me in my ’summer’ nighty and all !!!
So there ya have it, I am always dressed, or with robe before I open that door … always!
My Husband and I had a Carpentry contracting business and Cheyanne would go to work with him everyday…She loved it. One morning I got this phone call and it was my hubby telling me Cheyanne went into heat.(her 1st) Never having to deal with this himself he didn’t know what to do. I told him to go to the pet store and buy the diaper thingy and put it on her and all would be fine. Come to find out they didn’t have that spacific one, all they had left was a black leather looking belt type harness that held pads…He had no choice but to get it. So now Cheyanne (a pure white GSD) had this Black leather strap looking thing on resembling a garter belt. He was so embarrased and was gong to take her home but had to drop off tools back at the job site 1st. He drives up to the site and like everyday, opens the door and Cheyanne Bolts out of the truck and proceeded to prance through the whole jobsite to say hello to all our employees (all 20 of them) and show off her new outfit before hubby could get her back in the truck. Needless to say…That black belt went in the trash that night and he never lived that down with the guys. Cheyanne is probably up at the Rainbow Bridge snickering right now…
I am a college student and Pebbles is my service dog. She comes to all of my classes and we are together 24/7.
Anyway, a couple of years ago, I took a REALLY hard Chemistry class –I hated it and was so frustrated because it was hard to understand. Well, one day, I’m sitting, listening to the lecture, when the girl to my right leans over and says “Hey, your dog just threw up.”
I look, and sure enough, she did. And this was in the new Chemistry building. I apologized profusely to the professor and said I would get some paper towels to clean it up, but he wouldn’t let me. He went and got the paper towels and cleaned it up himself. I was so embarrassed.
Fast forward to this semester. A similar thing happened again. Now, I had had a 24-hour stomach bug on Sunday the 7th. I felt better the next day and was back in classes. Well, on Tuesday the 9th, I had my Horse Science class at 1:00. We were having a short lecture and then we were going to take a trip to a ranch that raises cutting horses. Lo and behold, Pebbles lets out a lake of vomit in the middle of lecture. My friend Kayla (who is so sweet and is a real lifesaver) went to the bathroom, got some paper towels, and cleaned it up. About 7 minutes later, Pebbles vomits up another lake. Kayla cleans it up again.
The lecture ends and we’re in the arena (my lecture is held in a classroom inside the ag arena). Pebbles starts making her “sicky” sound that she makes when she feels queasy –I rush to the door with her and we make it outside. I’m thinking “Whew, that was close. Now, at least, she’ll throw up outside.” Well, nope. My professor comes out and tells me that she had thrown up again in the walkway of the arena. He also said he didn’t think it was a good idea for her to ride in the university van to the ranch. Kayla cleaned up the puke again and we took Pebbles home to the dorm. I gave her some water and made her comfy on her bed.
We went back to the arena and left for the ranch a bit after 2. We get back around 6 and Kayla takes me home (after we get stuck in the mud at the arena and her boyfriend pulls us out with his truck). I came home to find that Pebbles had thrown up 2 more times. Once on my utility rug (from WalMart) and I think some bile/water on the carpet. Well, Kayla, being again the lifesaver and true friend she is, takes the rug with the vomit down to the dumpster for me.
I felt so bad. She said it was no big deal (she worked at a vet clinic all summer). But still. Dang, that was a lot of vomit.
Thankfully, (praise God), Pebbles was all better the next morning and did not throw up again. I wonder if she could have caught my stomach bug…
So it has been snowing here a lot lately, and there absolutely nothing for Mario to do! All he seem to want was to play with his best friend, Olivia. So this morning I took him out to go potty in the backyard. The garage was opened, I had no shoes, nor socks, and it was about below 28 degrees! Right when I’m about to open the door to the backyard, Mario slips from my grip and runs away. I took no chances of going in and went after him. I called for him but all he did was stop, and when I thought I had a chance, he ran! I turned around and saw the neighbors garage open and hes staring at me like I’m some sort of psycho running out in the snow with bare feet. I sheepishly smirked and said hello. Then went back to chasing Mario. And when I finally get to him, he’s over a really deep pile of snow trying to get into Olivia’s backyard. But guess what? Olivia and her family left to Arizona the day before! I steped in the deep snow, by then my feet were very numb and cherry red. Mario is just looking at me like he just planned that to torture me. I grab him and ran as fast as I can home. On the way he kept licking me like hes saying sorry to me.
I just thought I’d remind people that there are a lot of young kids on this site, so please let’s keep the stories PG rated. As amusing as the stories are to an adult, such as myself, some younger viewers my question the content of a particular story and it would be a shame for them to ask their parents about such things. Let’s give Dogster’s name the respect it deserves, it would be a shame for a parent to question the content they keep on their site. Please don’t get mad and start posting all sorts of crude comments. I just wanted people to know that there are a lot of younger people who enjoy and participate in many of Dogsters activities.
I went to a charity walk with Bailey to benefit the local animal shelter. I hadn’t signed up ahead of time, so I had to do it when I got there, along with a LOT of other people. I was a bit concerned, as Bailey doesn’t do well when other dogs approach him, so I was a bit on guard to make sure nothing bad happened. As I was filling out the papers, I noticed Bailey sniffing the person next to me, a woman who was filling out the same papers. I didn’t think much of it, as Bailey loves people and she didn’t have her dog at the table with her. After I walked away from the table, my cousin, who had already registered and was standing off to the side of the table, asked me if I had seen what Bailey had done. Nope. He didn’t just sniff the lady…He marked his territory, which apparently included her leg. She didn’t notice, but her husband did!! I was mortified!
I had rescued Zoey about three years ago and she came to me with many issues. At the time of this story, two years ago, I had been having alot of success with her coming when called. At a family barbeque, she got out thru an open door and disappeared. With only a 20 minute head start before i realized she wasn’t in the house, she was gone! I was freaking, as she hadn’t been to the house we were at before and didn’t know the area. My nephew and his dad went looking, I went out walking the neighborhood, talking her up to everyone i saw. My sister had flyers made up, and I handed those out. Finally I got some calls, but they were all the same, they called her and she ran away FAST. This is my short, stocky, medicated, epileptic pup racing away from people. I found her at one point and she bolted from me! She was gone all night. I had spent hours walking the streets that night. The next day, a woman I had spoken to the day before called in the am and said Zoey had been spotted. Turns out she was supposed to go to the movies with her granddaughter and her daughter, but they decided looking for Zoey was more important. Thank Dog for them. The daughter was tracking Zoey by car, keeping in touch by cell-phone and the woman, her granddaughter and I were on foot about a quarter mile behind her. I kept hoping she would just stop and sit. I stayed in the road as she kept crossing back and forth. Cars slowed down and would turn around to tell us what she was doing. Finally after over a mile of this I finally got within 10 feet of her and kept repeating, ‘Zoey Sit’. and at long last she did! She was gone 36 hours, and missed three doses of her meds. Needless to say, she never once acknowledged her name. Since then she is never off leash unless every door is secure. Her recall since than has gotten amazingly better. But I still hear about the dog that runs when her name is called!
Back in 2001, my parents & I had a german shepard/ black lab mix dog named Ariel, & at the time Ariel was 9 yrs. old & one day back in 2001, my dad decided to put big pillows on the sofa (because Ariel, from the time she was 8 mos. old until that point, liked getting on the sofa & beds) just to see what Ariel would do. Well, she decided to exact revenge on my dad by getting in his recliner, sitting down in it, & staring at him as if to say “Ok, you took my napping spot, I will take your sitting spot until you take off those pillows off the sofa.” So my dad took the pillows off the sofa & Ariel give him his recliner back.
With Reesee- I have so many embarrassing stories that I could give out! But, there is one day that everything embarrassing compiled all at once!
It was this one hot summer day. The doorbell rang and I opened to find the mail man with a package for me. Reesee was in the kitchen barking and growling his head off. As I said, “thank you,” to the mail man while closing the door, Reesee caught me by surprise and escaped out the front door charging after the mailman down our walkway! The mailman just cracked up, and couldn’t believe that a little dog like Reesee was brave enough to come after him like that!
Towards the afternoon, I brought Reesee outside with me to run around while I did a little planting. We have an 11 year old, sweet German Shepherd named Zoe behind us. She escaped our yard and came into ours. When Reesee caught sight of Zoe, he darted over to her like a bullet and started barking like mad, probably saying, “Get off my property!” When Zoe (she’s a big dog!) got her head down calmly to take a friendly sniff of Reesee, Reesee automatically stopped… and then started screaming and yelping and Reesee just started up this huge commotion!
At first I thought Reesee had been hurt, but he hadn’t. Zoe was just standing there seeing Reesee “freak out” behind me. I calmed Reesee down, although he was still crying. After Reesee got settled, I helped Zoe go back home. Before I went, there were a ton of neighbors coming to my backyard to see what the commotion was! It was so embarrassing!
But Reesee and Zoe are ok now. Reesee just picked a day to embarrass me as a dog owner!
Years ago when I rented, I opted to rent with male housemates-less arguing, nasty notes etc.
If I was out late my beloved little Llasa Alpso Austin would drag my underwear out from the laundry basket in MY room and leave it at my (male) housemates door.
I think he was shaming me into staying home more often, which I did.
Because I loved him so!
Every night Steve and I take Mali to the green way. The green way is a 17 mile walking park. In between the trail we walk and the return course there is a large field and today there were tractors racking and bailing hay. Mali loves going to go to the green way. She has many friends there, who often walk with us in a pack as we travel our three mile route. Today no one from the pack was there it was just Mali, Steve and myself in my wheel chair; as we came out from the wooded area Mali saw the monster for the first time. It was huge, brown and just as wide as it was tall. It stood in one place threatening malice.
As soon as Mali saw the monster, her hackles rose from the tip of her head all the way to the tip of her tail. She puffed out the fur on her chest showing the monster she was big and tough. For the first time I heard her growl. Not a puppy sound but that of a dog determined to save her people from that monster. She growled even louder as Steve slowed my wheel chair down. Then Steve took her leash from me and my two strong protectors began to stalk the monster.
Mali kept her hackles high as she lowered her head. Her feet could not decide if she was going to prance or stalk. Steve was just as brave as Mali when facing down the monster even though it was almost twice his size. Mali and Steve got within touching distance before the monster seemed to cower. I saw him touch it as Mali pranced around her nose twitching as she waited to see if she would have to come to his defense. At last she and the monster got face to face and peace was decided. Mali and Steve returned to me at an easy pace, as they would not want to let the monster see how quickly they wanted to get away.
Web moved further down the trail and it was here we found the young monster. Unlike the adult it was only about knee high to Steve, yet it was still far wider. Mali approached the young monster with out raised hackles after all she had just put a huge monster in its place. Steve was very brave and even briefly sat on the young monster, while Mali circled it just incase.
~The actors in this real life drama were Steve playing himself, Sherri playing the bystander and Mali the Brave and Fearless.~
~The adult monster was played by a gigantic roll of hay and the young adult was played by a bail of hay~
My husband and I always took the dogs over to where hubby works. The dogs are always well behaved and can go around off leash. This day Bullet met my hubby’s boss. Daisy greeted him ok and I was SURE Bullet would too. But when the boss bent down to pet Bullet, the next thing I saw was a big wet spot on the bosses leg. Here instead of Bullet being his normal friendly self, he cocked his leg and pee’d on the boss. Then walked away as if it was a normal thing to do. Now this boss is always dressed to the hilt in tailor made suits. Needless to say we were totally embarrassed and very apologetic. The boss just stood there with his mouth open and arms in the air.
One day when I was at work, my daughter was at school, my husband locked the door on his way out. My daughter and I never lock the door because it was at most 10 mins one of us was home. So instead we both got home at the same time and neither had a key.
So it was up to me to get in the house. There was one window slightly ajar so I set out to get in.
While doing this, someone drove by and thought I was breaking in and called the police.
I had just got in and fought off the dogs licking me and when I opened the door I was met by 2 big officers. They took me out and was putting me in handcuffs because neither of us had an ID on us. The door was open and out come the dogs. The officers stepped back and that was when they thought that I must be telling the truth because here the dogs knocked me down and was licking me all over. My daughter went inside and got our purses to get our ID’s. We proved that we do indeed live there and not breaking in. So in a sense the dogs actually saved us and they were embarrassed lol.
Embarrassing story…not so much, but painful and frightening, yes! I thought it would be cute to see if my dear departed Cleo would stick her head down into her favorite cookie jar and get her biscuit herself. I put the very heavy, Italian ceramic jar down on the tiled kitchen floor, and she more than happily obliged, and I got down close to see how cute she looked. Once her head was down inside of it, however, she wasn’t prepared for the “darkness” of it all, and immediately jerked her head out of it…except that the VERY HEAVY jar came up with her head in it…and smack into my face. I felt like I got hit by a bus on my face. The jar then felt to the tile and cracked the tile, but the jar was so heavy, it didn’t even break. My cheekbone did break, and it was one of the most painful accidents I have ever had. And I have the pictures to prove it.
Wow there’s so many good stories on here….
now i don’t feel so alone ~> here we go i’m going to share my embarrassing tale with you all…
after a long 2 week vacation in Puerto Rico…. i was at the airport with my two pomeranians Lucky & Nala…. we were on the last flight home to Orlando… it was rather late…. the flight got delayed…. to midnight…. and then canceled….
so we had to leave the airport and get a cab to go and find a place to sleep for another night…. since they moved us for the 12pm flight for the following day….
in puerto rice catching a cab is not like catching a cab here…. they have these companies that sit around outside with paperwork… i guess they try to be all organized… we approached the 1st company… and they were full for the next hour… so we approached the next company… and this rude lady that was the boss got us a cab…
Lucky must have been toast from everything that happen all day…. he noticed that the lady was being mean to her workers and he lifted his LEG AND PEED ON HER…. i was so embarrassed… i started to apologize …. while all her staff was cheering Lucky on to do it again…
i felt so bad… and the whole thing is that lucky has never done that before… so i was not sure why he did it …. i guess he was just stressed out… and she was the target for him to take it out on
Kathy, Deogie’s Mom – thank you for that last post – if I wouldn’t have seen you had done so I was about to.
I had to run some errands one day so I took my mini doxie, Tina, with me. I headed into the insurance office with Tina in my arms. As I was sitting at the desk going over our insurance policy with the agent, I noticed something on my purse, which was hanging from my shoulder. I realized with horror that Tina had diarrhea all down my side, all over my purse, and onto the chair and floor at the insurance office. Poor puppy! I didn’t even realize she was sick! I tried in vain to clean it up, and maintain what was left of my dignity! Needless to say, I don’t take her to the insurance office anymore!
A couple summers ago Comet and I went group camping for a weekend. There were lots of other dogs there and she loved running with her new pack. It was a great time until fireworks night. Comet got so frightened at the lights and noise (she got away from me and I wasn’t strong enough to control her 70 freaked-out pounds) and I think she was trying to protect us all by putting her snout directly into the going-off fireworks! She was barking into them and trying to eat them. Nobody, amazingly, was harmed at all. Commie wasn’t even singed. People still laugh about my firework-eating dog.
Hi!
My mom says she has tooooo many to list but since we are talking about 50 zealies well we will share the best one for you!
My mom has bartended forever and well to be honest….dressing a certain way does increase tips…yes its true anyway well….mom really is not a big breasted woman its sad but true and was so happy with the invention of water bras! They are kind of like “wonder” bras you put on on and wonder where you got alllllll that from!
Well my mom got dressed and was driving to work and lets say she saw a spot on her tank top..well she thought heck maybe thats from brushing her teeth.
Driving further down the road she sees that the spot has increased in size….lol….needless to say when she touched her left boob ummm she had a water gun!
My mom had to call work and let them know what I did..heck she couldnt go to work with one larger boob than the other! She had to turn around and change and realllllllly got a bad time when she finally arrived to work.
I say…….the cat did it…..(thats who I would like to blame) Yep thats my story!
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This is the story of Loki and the quiche. Loki had only been with us for a couple of months, but we were pretty well adjusted to how things had to be to keep Loki from getting into trouble. We had some company over one night and they brought a quiche with them. The quiche was put on the counter and a bottle of wine was opened and we set about having our drinks and a chat. It wasn’t too long before the age-old question “have you seen the dog?” was raised. A quick “no” followed by an inspection of the kitchen revealed Loki and a half-eaten quiche. We’ll never know if it was delicious or not. But we do know that it didn’t sit well with Loki’s tummy. Shortly after the theft, he began a full-on assault of the carpeting throughout the house with the explosive diarrhea that was all the punishment he needed for stealing from the counter top. He hit the downstairs, the upstairs and even the attic where he was put so that we could clean up the other spots. Not his finest hour, to say the least. Our company must have been oh-so-impressed with our new little boy!
This one is about my pup, Bessie Best. One day when my little brother was going to get a check-up with the doctor, we brought Bessie along with us. We went to a few other places before going home. When I was about to go outside and open the gate so that the car can go in, Bessie puked on me letting out all the things she had eaten in the Holy Gardens where we last went. The problem was, a lot of people were looking at me with the big stain on my shirt, bad thing is that I was wearing white on that day. Good thing is that those people just walked away after seeing me like that.
I absolutely am, sorry for what I did in this one, but I already did it twice. The first time when this had happened was when my big sis was taking me out for a walk, soon I saw a cat, well then I know I had to chase it so I ran but it changed direction, so I ran to it again, not knowing that my big sis was already tied up by my leash, one more pull from me and she fell on the ground. The second time this happened was when dad cleaned my cage and big sis let me out to walk, again, I saw a cat I had to chase it so again, I ran. And again big sis, slipped because the ground was slippery. A garbage man saw it, but she was just hurt so maybe that’s why she cried.
Ok this is VERY funny/embarrising…
Last year I entered a trick compitition in a park with Snowball. She has mad danceing skills. So it was our turn and we went to the middle of the field.(there were lots of people watching) I gave her the command but she would not do it. I said it a few more times but she still wouldnt do it. Then she whipped around and started eating somthing. I stared down at her in complete horror. A bunch of people rushed over and they laughed at us, because Snowball was eating this huge, steaming pile of rabbit poo (it was cold outside, it was literally steaming). The worst part of it was I couldnt get her away from it.(she bit me when i picked her up) so I had to stand there for a few minutes while my dog ate rabbit poo. People who walked bye just laughed. It was so embarrising.
When my human “people puppy”’s great-grandma died, they baked a chocolate cake to bring along for the gathering after the funeral. I knew I wasn’t supposed to eat it, and I normally was very, very, very, VERY good about leaving things alone (even food alone) that was on the counter. But that smell of freshly-baked cake was just too delicious to resist! I didn’t even touch the counter, just stood on my hind legs and bit just the tiniest piece off the corner of the cake! My human mom came back in the room and saw what I’d done, and I got a talking to, while licking my lips. I was ashamed, but it was so good! Human mom cut around the cake where I’d bit off, frosted it with a little extra frosting at that corner, and took it anyway!
Another time, I had gotten out to go play in the neighborhood, and human Mom went to look for me. Well, she found me alright, but I was surrounded by a pack (5 or 6) of cocker spaniels! Now, cockers are alright, as long as there’s only one or two of them, but they were nipping at me; this was too much and I wanted out of there! Mom saw my predicament, and went in screaming and kicking. It’s just a wonder she didn’t get bit! She was so afraid they’d bring me down that she went into the whole pack to save me!
From where I live you can see our local shops, so they are pretty close.
Will I would get George’s leash and off we would go to the shop. I would tie him to the pole outside the shop where you could see him and go and do the shopping, then when I finished, walked home…..
I walked in the front door, the husband asked did I get everthing, I said of course I did.. yep got all my groceries …….then one of the children walked in and asked ..where is George?
Oh my “goodness” I had forgotton George….I raced back to the shop and there was George still sitting there ..still waiting, wagging his tail when he saw me. I felt so terrible, I dont know what he must of thought of me just walking past him……the bad thing is I did it to him once more…..
Our Dog Tanner was an escape artist, being a Jack Russell terrier, we knew that he NEEDED his exercise daily to be able to function normally, so we fenced an acre in our back yard just for him to run his little heart out and chase squirrels and jump and frolick, but that was never enough for him. no matter how hard we tried to keep him in the fence, he always ended up running the neighborhood. fearing that he would be hit by a car, or that someone would intentionally hurt him we would run along behind him trying to coax him home. It almost never worked, he was way too fast. it was a game for him, and his favorite one at that. he always managed to do this at the busiest driving time of the day, when the kids bus was coming, or church was letting out down the street. Finally i realized that he was never going to let us get close enough to him to catch him with our hands, its like he would get withing arms reach and take off like ha ha got ya, and i would swear he was smiling the whole time. i decided that i had to try to outsmart him, i went into my husbands shed and found a huge fishing net on a pole, so the next time he was loose, the kids and i got this net and a package of bologna and we were off, it was early morning and wet out from the dew, i had on my flip flops and the kids had their bookbags for school, we all set out chasing him, sooner than not my flip flops had to come off because its really hard to run wearing wet flip flops, and we chased this dog all over the neighborhood, me holding this giant fishing net, swinging and missing him over and over, i guess we had made quite a commotion, because we looked around and half the neighborhood was outside watching me running barefoot down the streets yelling and screaming at my dog swinging a fishing net and missing. i was so embarrassed that i thought i would die. the kids whole bus watched laughing as he was distracted enough by the neighbors that i swung sucessfully and caught him in the net and had to carry him, the net , and the bologna all the way home, wet and barefooted. it was quite a site to see im sure, one of my neighbors still mentions it every chance she gets, they still think it is quite funny. not me, ha ha.
I sometimes get up at 4:30 in the morning to go to the gym. One morning, after I got home, I was getting undressed to get in the shower. I realized when I took off my shorts that my rat terrier Sadie had chewed a hole about 5 inches in diameter in the crotch! I had no earthly idea the entire hour that I was at the gym, nor did I feel an extra breeze. I was just too sleepy when I got dressed to notice!
We got Lexie right after we moved into our new house, she was just a few months old at the time. My husband and I had invited our brand new neighbors over to get to know them better. We’re sitting at the kitchen table talking when Lexie brings out an embarrasing feminine product that she found in the bathroom garbage. By the time my husband and I realized what she had it was all over the living room floor. I wanted to crawl under the bed and hide.
I was at the dog park one day with my basenji/lab mix named Cali. She loves to play with the soccer ball while I kick it around, so I was dribbling with my feet and she was going nuts, barking and wagging her tail. We were both having a great time, and the rest of the park was filled with barking dogs and chatting people. I decided I wanted to kick the ball really far and high so she could chase it. I started to run and as I swung my foot back and then forward to kick the ball, my toe stuck in the ground and I fell face first making a loud —THUD!!! Everyone in the park was silent (even the dogs stopped what they were doing) as they all watched me lie there for about 3 seconds before I gave myself a pep-talk, “Get up, Nicki, just get up and keep running.” Which is exactly what I did. I refused to show my pain to anyone at the park, but discovered bruised knees later that night.
Well, this happened to my wife one day when she was getting her Guide Dog ready to go. She grooms her Guide everyday before heading out, and this includes brushing her Guides teeth. First she grooms her Guide and brushes her Guides teeth, and then does her own. One day, she got her Guides’ “doggy toothpaste” mixed up with her own. You can figure out what happened next——-my wife ended up with “chicken” flavored breath instead of “minty-fresh”!
Hmmmm…embarrassing and nerve-racking. Mack had just gotten part of his tail amputated because it has been broken before we had gotten him. Well, his tail had to be bandaged for a while, but he’s really flexible and could get around his cone. So I am taking him for a walk and things are going fine until….he starts taking a poo. Well, out comes some blue and I am thinking, ‘oh must be just a little piece’. So here I am on the side of the road, with my dog, poo-ing out a long piece of tape. I finally had to help him out, by grabbing it and gently pulling to make it a little easier for him to pass.
Bleck….and there is usually a generous amount of traffic too.
When Diesel was around 6 months old, I took him for a check up. Two days before, I noticed a rather large lump down by his ‘boy parts’. It made me nervous…like maybe it was a undecended third testicle or a tumor! So I made note to talk to the vet about it along with the rest of the things on my list.
When I got there, I was explaining it to her and she asked me to show her where it was. I did and realized that it wasn’t there so much anymore. She says…”hold on a minute and I’ll get the technician to hold him while you show me.” So she comes in and the vet was very professional, but had a slight smirk on her face. The tech holds him up and I show her where it was and she very gently explains to me the anatomy of a male dog and the mechanics involved in canine erectile function.
After we all had a good laugh, she assured me that my boy was functioning normally and I would not be charged extra for the anatomy lesson.
We take Snowden camping every Fall with my husband’s whole family. Miss Snowden is a shy girl and is really attached to Jeremy and I. We were gathered around the fire and my husband got up to do something away from the group. well, Snowden had to know where her daddy went. She stood up on her hind legs (looking like a prairie dog) and a tiny stinker/fart/gas escape her little behind. It took everyone at least a half an hour to stop laughing. It took me forever to get back to my normal skin tone.
Well I no longer have Freedom she went to her new home last week and 2 days ago.
But just 4 days after being in her new home she decided to jump over the backyard fence well she climbed over the snowpile that is against the fence LOL And Nikita the other dog now her fursister followed after her.
They both ran up the hwy because their house lives right on the hwy oh ouch scary thought if they had gotten hit.
Anyway Freedom’s new mommy had to go racing up the hwy in just her winter boots and nightgown. But she said good thing about that was that the cars seeing her in her nightgown and boots slowed down giving her a chance to grab her dogs and bring them safely back home needless to say now they don’t get to go in the backyard together and have to be tied up while outside.
Umm hopefully this still counts…
I just got a puppy named Dexter about two months ago, and he loves my underwear more then dog bones! He always steals a pair from my room and carries them around in his mouth throughout the house. It is so embarrasing! One day we had company over, and Dexter comes running down the stairs with a pair of my underwear. I was lucky enough to catch him with the pair before the company noticed, so i just stuck them in my pocket for the time being. Later that day i was at the store buying something, and when i reached in my pocket to pull out some money the underwear fell out! I was so embarrased! I dont think too many people saw but now i make sure to put the underwear away and not in my pocket!
PetSmart had just come to Albuquerque and I thought I would take Moe. Moe was a terrier and not afraid of anything… Well almost. We got into the building and started down the first isle. I was looking at everything and not really paying attention to Moe. When I look around to see what he was up to… To my horror he had pooped all the way down the isle. And since this was my first time in PetSmart I didn’t know there would be paper towels for this very reason. We left the store quickly. And I never took Moe shopping again.
Micky is a very large chow/golden mix who has never ever enjoyed walks and I don’t think he ever will. I kept walking with him to get him in the habit, then the day came when he decided he wasn’t going to walk that day. I got him harnessed and out the door. He kept pulling to get back to the house and I kept having to correct him. After about the third or fourth time I told him he wasn’t getting out of it that easily. It was a couple of seconds after that moment that he darted in front of me and tripped me. I landed hard on the pavement. If it weren’t for my knees taking the brunt of the fall I would have literally been eating pavement. I look back to see him gleefullly trotting back to the house. I swear I heard him laughing.
Years ago we had an Ausie named Clipper. She was the smartest dog I have ever known. She was an absolutely wonderful dog, but being smart can have a downside. She did not like to be left alone, and of course SHE was the one who decided how long was too long. Once when we were out briefly in the afternoon, she thought we had been gone long enough and decided to punish us. As I said this was long ago, before DVDs. We had Lazerdisks- kind of like DVDs except the size of a record album. Clipper took our brand new copy of Raiders of the Lost Ark out of its cardboard sleeve with out disturbing the rest of the shelf. She the carefully took it out of its plastic sleeve and proceeded to crunch the disk to mulch sized bits. She did not eat any of the bits, but left them in a tidy pile behind the television along with the plastic sleeve, which remained intact. Content with her work, she went to sleep and waited for us to come home. It took us a day or two to notice the pile. People say dogs aren’t smart enough to be vindictive, I know better.
This isn’t just an embarrassing story… its a VERY GOOD LESSON TO ALL PAWENTS!
Me & Mommy took a road trip to Savannah . On the way there, Mommy pulled off the highway to get something from the trunk of the car.
Since it was Summertime, and I can’t take the heat, she left the keys in the car, to keep it running, so I had air–conditioning.
Just as she closed the trunk and headed back to the driver’s seat, she heard the door locks click. My paws had depressed the lock button. Now I’m stuck inside the car and Mommy’s outside the car.
After a good 10 minutes of playing ’Let Mommy In’, I stepped on the unlock button and we were on our way!
BOL!
When Mya was about 9 months old we took her to a huge park that holds a dog park inside, so we parked at the beginning of the park and we were planning on walking her to the dog park, so we could get our excersize too, well in this park there are lakes and streams, along with geese, ducks and an abundance of wildlife, as I opened the door to get Mya out a flock of geese strolling by caught her eye and off she went, my husband and I were trying to chase her, then remembered that if she thinks were chasing her she will keep running and run faster so as I ran calling her name my husband snuck behind her to step on her leash, we wanted to get our exersize but never imagined she would take us on a run.
Ok we have lots.
#1. My dad has a window biz. This guy was delivering glass and here come Buddy and Our other Dog stuck!
#2. We were at a dog show with Bud. We were just walking around. We let him loose in a fence. there were tents set up all around with people selling stuff and giving away stuff. Buddy comess up to this guy. I’m running after himand just as I reach him he hikes his leg on this guys pants!Dx
Well this happened today. I was tryong to help mom’s mom with the dishes while mom was on the computer. The next thing mom hears is crash pause crash pause crash, mom thought her mom was dropping dishes on the ground. By that time mom had jumped up, watched me fly out of the room, saw the basket on the otherside of the kitchen, the sink wouldn’t stop, and her mom was swearing. Mom’s mom called her dad, and mom ran upstairs to find me. I was found under the computer, in the wires, under the desk, and wouldn’t come out. Mom finally dragged me out (not really just got my collar and I followed). We made up and everyone looks back and laughs at it. Though we still have no sink currently.
Mom comes home one day to hear her mom complaining that I had left a little present in mom’s mom’s clothes. Mom tried not to laugh, and was glad to hear her mom had scooped up the clothes to watch the presents fall out.
Thanks for all the grrreat stories, the winner will be announced shortly. Hats off to Kathy, Deogie’s Mom, for taking the time to remind everybody that we do have a varied audience at Dogster.com, from young’uns to ones who’ve been around the dog park a few times, so keeping submissions “clean” when we have contests like this is very much appreciated.
Holiday woofs and tail wags from HQ,
Anders
My most embarrassing moment..there’s so many. Let’s see, when we rescued our Siberian Husky Juno we couldn’t wait to show her off to all our family and friends. My husband’s parents were visiting and we walked outside to show them our new angel and there she was snacking on a fresh pile of dog poop. My husband proudly stated “our little angel eats poop”. Uggh!
My most emabarrsing dog momment occured about 20 years ago. At the time I had a miniature pinscher named Squiggy. I used to take him everywhere with me so when my nephews asked me to come and watch their high school scoccer game it was only natural that I would bring him along. When we got to the field the game was just getting under way and Squig and I walked a bit so he could releive himself before I setteld in to watch the game. Well Squiggy wanted to spend more time walking but I told him no we have to go watch some of the game and then we’ll walk some more before we leave the recreation area. There I was standing along the side lines of the soccer field cheering on the local boys with my small little doggy on a leash and at my side. Well my focus was on the game and the dog was moving around behind me sniffing things but not pulling at his leash. The next thing I knew I saw a group of high school girls begin to crack up in hysterical laughter and they were pointing and laughing at something behind me. Well I turned to see what the source of all this amusement was and what do I see? I see my sweet little dog lifting his leg and peeing on the back of my legs!! It has definitly become the most embarrising dog momment of my life. Little Squiggy had no interest in standing around watching some silly game so he got me to take him home by using me, his Mom as a human fire hydrant.
Rusty loved to steal laundry out of my laundry basket. One day he stole my bra and dropped it off my balcony. My bra landed in my neighbor’s tree. I had to run down stairs and pluck my bra out of the tree when no one was looking.
Ok, I have one more story about Angel Rusty. Rusty was a very nosy dog and loved to bury his head in my friends purses. One day my friend Debbie was visiting and she put her purse on a chair in my living room. Rusty kept going over to Debbie’s purse and sticking his head into her purse. After visiting for a couple of hours, Debbie picked up her purse and went home. Shortly after I noticed Rusty sitting under my dining room table chewing on something. He was chewing on a $20 bill that he pulled out of Debbie’s purse. I had to call Debbie and tell her Rusty stole $20 from her. I was so embarrassed! To this day, Debbie jokes with me that I taught Rusty that trick. : )