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Pet Animal Tails

I am sure we have all encountered factual and humorous tales of our pets.
I noticed a few have been posted of - Turkeys- Canaries - Dogs - Cats etc.
Jan wrote a humorous one recently of her Hamster, called 'Battle of Wills (Jan versus fuzzball)'.

It would be interesting to hear other writers stories that may cause a chuckle/smile/etc.
Some animals are just so clever. Others plain dumb. You get my gist?

I am sure there are others who would love to hear such stories.
Any feedback on this?


Davide Castel

20th January 2012


i had another funny critter (rabbit) named Cocoa. she ate spaghetti from a plate and drank coke from a glass. she stole unattended french fries and wasn't afraid of no one! she went nose to nose with a German shepherd one day. the dog backed down. :D


Summer Breeze

20th January 2012


Ha...ha...Jan. That is really funny.

When I was still living at home in my younger years, and being an avid photographer and movie taker, I made a home movie and called it 'Snoopy, Fritz & Grego'. It was of our dog Snoopy, cat Fritz, and cockatoo Grego.
Snoopy was on babysitting duties of the new kittens, so when the kittens strayed, he would gently pick them up with his teeth and return them to their box!
Grego would open the gate of his cage which was resting on the grass in our backyard and enjoy his freedom, but when Snoopy was getting too playful, Grego would squawk, waddle back to his cage, open the gate return to his safe-haven and shut the gate behind him. Safe at last!
Fritz was our oldest residential cat, who tried to commit suicide by standing in the middle of the road, meowing, because he was jealous each time my sister kept bringing home strays.
Snoopy would be protective of Fritz and stood guard, while Fritz slept in his kennel.

Anyway, that was just of the movie I had made, so it is a taste, just for starters.


Davide Castel

20th January 2012


they sound like quite the trio! and so many people thing animals have no souls. why would they protect each other, even across species?


Summer Breeze

20th January 2012


My dog, Blondie, likes to play mailman. We live in a rural area and the mailbox is 200 feet from our front door. I ask Blondie, "Do you want to go get the mail at the mailbox?" and she starts wagging her tail. We walk the 200 feet and I look through the mail. If we have a piece of junk mail or something of little importance, I hold it down and she takes it in her mouth and proudly sways her hips and wags her tail all the way back to the house. She waits for me to open the door then walks in and gives the mail to my wife. Of course we thank her, and tell her what a good dog she is. (She's half lab and half golden retriever.)


Don Yarber

20th January 2012


Don, Your Blondie is a clever dog. I believe an animal understands what it's owner is saying, by the tone of their voice, and gets to understand their vocabulary. Dogs are very faithful creatures.


Davide Castel

21st January 2012


In my teens I had a bird for about 4 years, he was so tame I would put him on the ground and he would just sit still as I feed him. If I walk around he would follow me, and when he see's me he would jump around in his cage singing and flapping his wings. I use to take him for walks and he would be singing all the way. People could not help but notice him, many tried to steal him on several occasions.

When I migrated from the caribbean to Canada I could not bring him, so I left him in my grandmother's care because she's the only one I trusted him with. A few years later she told me he escaped and she never found him. I wish he could fly and find me :)

Up to this day it makes me sad to know he's gone, but he deserves to be free so I am also happy. I plan to write a children's book about him and our connection a pet very dear to me.


Robert Harris

20th January 2012


Robert, I had 2 canaries many years ago. I even posted their story here, called 'Houdini and Sweetie Pie'.
We loved them to bits. But even Pets cannot last forever.
When you lose them, it is like losing a member of your family.
We humans could learn so much from our pets.
I often wonder if this world would be a happier place if we were more like animals.


Davide Castel

21st January 2012


I often wonder the same Lucy, they live such simple lives. They don't worry about anything, only deal with the important things in life. I continue to learn from animals, they add to the sources of ideas for my books.


Robert Harris

20th January 2012


i had a cat many years ago and he would just love to fall asleep on my lap...i wouldn't dare to move in case i woke him which is strange because my cat would love to walk all over me and move about when it was ME who was the one asleep :P


Elizabeth Tan

21st January 2012


I think that animals are a great conversation piece. Notice how people walking their dogs become friendly with other walkers when they pass in the street?

I have another tale from my childhood farmyard.
One of our oldest resident chooks, gave her life to lay one more egg.
She died of a heart attack!
And after all that hard work the egg was a real puny one too.
We couldn't eat her either. But she made a great broth.


Davide Castel

21st January 2012


I had a funny little dog named Charlotte, she was an American Eskimo mix, very Nordic and independent thinking. She earned some obedience titles and was a therapy dog, visiting senior citizen facilities and the Easter Seals school , with the challenged children, she was always well behaved and gentle. But she was a rascal at heart. One bad thing she used to do was torment Casey, our nearly blind chocolate Lab who was a dear soul. Now dogs usually do not let their handicaps bother them, and being a Lab, Casey loved to chase and retrieve tennis balls. We had a tie out on a run in the back yard for him so he could move about and be safe, and he was never ever out alone.
If Charlotte was out while I was throwing the ball for Casey, she had a trick she would play on him that was just awful- Casey had a wee bit of sight in his right eye, so I would toss the ball where I thought he might be able to see or sense it, he would wait for it to bounce and then 8 times out of 10 would find it and bring it back to me. Unless Charlotte was out! She would come flying around the corner of the house and catch the ball immediately after it bounced and run off with it. Poor Casey would be very baffled, and I could see Charlotte thinking this was real knee slapper. I would go get the ball from her , she would wait a few minutes then do it again. She usually was ordered back into the house after a while


Warren Gates

3rd February 2012


i had a cat once when i lived out in Phoenix from 84 to 87, her name was Putt-Putt, and she had a brother we called Fatso, well one day im sitting in the living room watching something and i hear them playing around in the kitchen, then hear them running, one was chacing the other, then Putt-Putt comes out from around the corner and slams headfirst right into the wall and drops with a stunned look on her face, Fatso trots up next to her, looks down with a look as if to say "You dork." lmao, she was all right though

we also had an old barn cat, from years before, Old Mom was her name, she used to steal other momma cats kittens for herself, we'd be out in the barn working when Mom would walk by with a kitten in her mouth, MY mom would call out "Who's kitten are you stealing THIS time, Mom?" lol


Aaron Greene

3rd February 2012


what a bunch, haha! great stories you guys.


Summer Breeze

4th February 2012


Loved hearing all about these pet tales. Hope you all keep them coming!

In my family farmyard, I had a favourite bantam called 'Cecca'. She was like an old mother hen. Her feathers were all shades of reds and browns and she had a lovely nature. I remember always picking her up and when she saw me coming, she would squat in readiness. I used to climb up the apricot tree with Cecca, sit on my favourite branch for quiet time, and enjoy the view of my mother's flowering vegie garden and beautiful fruit trees. Cecca was so placid and always obliging.

Although we had a farmyard of hens and a rooster, we owned only two bantams, Cecca and another, who loved to be mother and babysit on an empty nest, but were too old to lay eggs. My compassionate mother bought some fertilised eggs so both bantams had eggs to hatch. However, only one chick was born out of four and it was from a normal hen. It was quite funny watching these two bantams calling their 'baby' for food. This big yellow chick would run from one mother to the other, as both called (clucked) in unison to feed it!


Davide Castel

9th February 2012


awww, that's so cute! and how kind of your mother to do that.


Summer Breeze

9th February 2012


My brother owned a Jack Russell Dog called Maverick. He was a great soccer player.
The backyard sloped upwards, so when you threw the soccer ball to the top of the garden,, Maverick would run up to it, zig-zagging with the ball on his nozzle, transversing down the slope as in snow plowing on the snow, till it reached the bottom.

Then he would want you to do it all over again, even though he would be panting quite hard. I swear, he was the best! It is a wonder that he didn't die of a heart attack!

He is long gone now though, dying from old age.


Davide Castel

13th February 2012


When I was 14 I had a coon dog named Prince. One day we went fishing and my Dad threw Prince in the water. It was in the spring and the water was cold so Prince didn't like it. After that he would NOT cross a creek to chase a coon. That fall, my brother and I took Prince into the hills to try to train him to cross creeks. We found a rapidly flowing rocky spring and got on once side and left Prince on the other, then called out to him. He whined and whimpered and followed us upstream for about a mile, then finally made the plunge and swam over to us, climbed out shaking like a leaf, shivering and cold. Alas, poor Prince caught distemper, and my Dad had to put him down. He never got to chase a coon. If I can find it, I'll post a picture of myself and Prince as my profile picture.


Don Yarber

12th February 2012


aw, Don, that's so sad! he wanted to be with you despite his fear. what a brave and loyal creature!


Summer Breeze

12th February 2012


These are some awesome and amazing stories; cute and funny!

Well, I had a cat named 'Gotti' who I had taught since he was a kitten to play fetch, catch a rabbit foot or sock out of mid-air and...my favourite 'roll over,' which he didn't always do. So...over the months, watching him grow I had spent so much time teaching him to roll over on command until he could do it without the snacks. So...here I am telling all my boys that my cats is like a dog because he plays fetch and rolls over on command. So...with my boys over for beer and hockey Gotti comes over gives me a look as if to say 'shove over dude.'

Then I say, "Roll over Gotti!" He does nothing. Looks about and then back to me and climbs in beside me. I put him down, went for some snacks and said again, "Roll over Gotti!" And again nothing. He actually gives me this look which I interpreted as, "Dude, don't embarrass me!" Needless to say my boys were not impressed. Laughing at me they were convinced that I was BS'ing. So, after many tries Gotti gets his snacks and makes no attempt to roll over. But...the moment my boys left, guess what...? He rolled over, silly bugger! I'll never forget that!


Daniel Bird

13th February 2012


see, and we don't think they know what we're saying. ha!


Summer Breeze

13th February 2012


I love these stories...keep them coming!
Are there no more animal lovers around?
Surely there must be quite a few tales to tell?


Davide Castel

16th February 2012


Another Charlotte story- she was the delight of my life even though she had a mind of her own. She made me laugh everyday of her short life of only about 8 years, she was diagnosed with kidney disease at age 4, kept on meds and a special diet and lived to be a rascal for another 4 years. Now being very Nordic- she was inclined to march to her own drummer and to hunt. Charlotte was one of several dogs that resided with us , but she and 2 others were my daily companions at the stable where I worked. One day, and I no longer remember why she was the only one with me, Charlotte my horse, Sir Rajah, and I were out on a nice trail ride on a pretty Autumn day, up on the hill across the road from the barn. Came around the bend and there was a large flock of turkeys, and of course Charlotte had to scatter them; they all took off, running and skip-flying in a panic and everyone, including my dog disappeared into the woods. Now at the bottom of this hill, on the other side , is the Pennsylvania Turnpike. One of the neighbor’s dogs had been hit there a few years earlier and was now an amputee, which I suppose is better than being dead. Well, 5 minutes passed, my horse and I were all alone. I was becoming apprehensive, already picturing my dog getting closer to the dangerous highway, which . at a good clip can be reached fairly quickly. I was calling a dog I knew was not going to listen anyway. Suddenly Rajah, tensed and pricked his ears towards the woods and out comes one lone turkey , running for its life and hard on his heels was a little white dog having the time of her life. The turkey finally achieved enough flight to escape and Charlotte circled around back to me looking very pleased with the activities of the past 10 minutes


Warren Gates

23rd February 2012


Very funny...haha. You sure have lots of tales to tell Warren. Keep 'em coming!


Davide Castel

24th February 2012


A few years back, I had a cat who was 'actually' named O'Mally though we called it every conceivable name under the sun. The rather unique thing about my cat, was his adenoid trouble. Yes, adenoid trouble. It was so a part of his existence, that it gave him character. You see, he was like a warden over our household. When we bothered him with noise, or any other thing he found as another human oddity, he would breath through his nose as slow as he could, and with his peculiar condition, the result was a hilarious form of a sigh. He would give us a look as if to say; "Humans do you have no shame?". We also called him squeaky (rather cruelly on our part) because he never really mewed when he was little, he rather squeaked; more like a bird than a cat. So even when he finally got his mew in order, we couldn't help calling him squeaky whenever he was in a sorry-for-himself mood (in which case he usually brought out his little toy horse and frantically played with it until one of decided to substitute). I think a lot of his peculiarities were developed because he was taken away from his mother far too early, and we rather replaced her, so he had human parents, and subsequently adopted human vices. When he wasn't disdainful, he was lonely and constantly craving companionship, and he would pout much like a small child would do when we weren't being attentive enough in his opinion. Had he been properly human I think he might have had a lot of problems.... Thankfully the world was spared the adenoids of our martyr of an O'Mally. ;)


Leoni Carlson

24th February 2012


I have heard that some animals take on the characteristics of their owners.
Especially when they haven't experienced a real live 'mother'.
I still remember the movie, 'Fly Away Home' starring Anna Paquin, N.Z. actress also in('The Piano' and now 'True Blood' a Television Series) where the geese/ducklings thought that she was their mother because she was the first thing they saw when their eggs hatched so followed her everywhere.
Such a beautiful, compassionate movie, where the girl had to teach them to fly away, to their real home. I wholly recommend it to anyone who cares to see it.


Davide Castel

24th February 2012


I love that movie! I've watched it soo many times. I've heard that animals act like their owners. It worries me. Haha. One dog barks at his toys and bats at things like a cat (He's kind of big too.), my cat has serious temper issues. If you don't pet her a certain way she bites you. My mom's dog is really rather pathetic.

She adopted him from an animal shelter and not too long after my sister and I took him and another dog for a walk. We were on our way home when my mom's dog, Bandit, starting hopping on three feet. We checked his foot and there weren't any stickers. He seemed fine. So my sister picked him up and we started to walk again.
She looks down at him a bit later and he's falling asleep! He wasn't actually hurt, he was just tired. Haha.

He won't jump up on my parents bed either. He'll stand up and put his front paws on it and then whine and wag his tale and shake. I know he can jump up there, I've seen him do it. But if he knows you're watching him he won't jump up.

He's part Jack Russell and part Chihuahua.


Samantha Wright

25th February 2012


So sweet Samantha...lovely stories that we see in the characteristics of animals.

When my husband was younger, they owned a stray dog, who just appeared one day and made himself part of their family. They called him 'Bey'. He would act as bodyguard and accompany the children and father to the train station each mng. then when the train left, he would return home.

He also knew which train they would all be arriving on at the end of the school/work day, and repeat that whole exercise all over again. Because the children tried to keep 'Bey' inside the house, against their father's wishes, and if my father in law entered the room unexpectedly, he would only need to look at him, and 'Bey' would slink out of the room, tail between his legs!!

He did get bumped by cars crossing main roads, so went a bit silly and began to chase the trains! They never saw him again!
Oh the memories that he left...my husband keeps on recounting them.


Davide Castel

25th February 2012


There haven't been any animal tales for a while. Surely, there must be others?


Davide Castel

21st June 2012


i went down to the pond one day and watched a blue heron lift off the water. a story leapt to life in my head, about BEING the heron, switching bodies with it suddenly. it was majestic, and in its body i was a total klutz, haha! other than that i had a field mouse for a pet once. she came to me when i called her, and was very sweet.


Summer Breeze

22nd June 2012


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