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When I took Bailey and Shelly (my two dogs) to the park on the weekend I let them off the lead to run around (because you are allowed to at this park). Anyway when I called them to come back Shelly came but not Bailey. Bailey must have got a fright of something because he ran away. all the way home. Luckily there wasn't any big busy roads for him to cross.
He had never done that before.

Whenever Miss Kitty sees me drawing/writing on top of my bed, she always comes and lays down on top of the paper. She'll also meow and lay down beside me when I rub my dad's feet when everyone's sitting in the living room. She gets jealous if I don't pay attention to her.

Thanks. I wish I could move on and get another Cattle Dog.

His first blood was when he was a puppy (a young girl walking past the house).... And I do mean puppy. From then on, it was tied up Jack (which I think he liked more than being loose, as he was on 100% guard duty then, and he'd bark at it all, smiling all the way). He could say 'hello' too.

My dog Jack is 6 1/2 years old.

Instead of acting like a mature dog, he acts like a complete moron.

He is not a very social dog.

Technically, he is not my dog, my mom is the owner.

And, out of any dog owners here on Wrong Planet,
I think I own the dumbest dog.

On one occasion, Jack was sniffing
around and got his head stuck in
a rectangular cardboard box.
He walked around with it on his head.
It wasn't until after my sister and I stopped laughing
that we pulled the box off of his head.

And on another occasion, Jack was stuck
on top of an old firewood box. He got stuck
because he was chasing around a cat.
He could not figure how to get himself down.
My sister had to get him off the first time.
I had to do so the second time this happened.

Last edited by AnonymousAnonymous on 15 Jun 2010, 1:13 pm, edited 1 time in total.

My cat lived to be 13 and died in 2008.

She was a replacement of a calico cat we were taking care of for our neighbors

I had a dog and named her Browny because she had brown spots on her. She was a mixed Lab. Her mother was a yellow lab and who knows what type of dog her dad was.

She was a medium sized dog.

She be five years old now and was born around Memorial weekend.

My dog, a Belgian terv, is cute but a little light-headed

Chico loves to get his belly rubbed.

Of every pad on her paws, Precious only has one pink one. Every other one is brown.

He's just a dog.

My dog Phantom has four legs!!

He has a black patch over one side of his face, hence his name.

He barks at us angrily when we're eating dinner and he hasn't been fed yet.

He's generally crazy and hyperactive (as is/was all our animals for some reason. There must be something in our tap water )

I'm going to have to post random truth s about my pet s...only the guinea pig no. 1 is actually mine though, the rest are family pets.
My dog; A blonde golden retriever, scared of cats, but enjoys their poo
My cat: Totally schizophrenic, pounces and yowls at imaginary black birds( her favourites, yum ) ) and is very moody
My rat: had a stroke so walks lopsided, and is sweet but unco and daggy
My guinea pig (1): has brown feet, a brown woffly nose, a cream coat and ruby red eyes. Unbelievably cute.
My guinea pig (2): a wimp, shy and has grey feet, a grey nose, a white coat and creepy red eyes.
My guinea pig (3);dark black eyes,and reminds me of myself as a kid- totally out of control, hyperactive, bites( I don't think I bit anyone..) leaps around, SCREAMS when she wants something ie food, a cuddle, but can't be touched for more than thirty seconds, and then she's off again. She makes sweet noises like a kookaburra when you ever get the chance to stroke her. Then she bites you again. She has to be kept separate, as she fights with the other two guineas. Her other brother and sister died, but they lived with her happily.

None of my pets are blood relatives amongst each other ( ie the guinea pigs, and once a upon a time my cat"s") anymore

Chico used to sleep in my bed with me, before I moved out.

She's a small dog (fox terrier/chihuahua cross), and her ears are (literally!) bigger than mine.

This is her, on my chair, which she spends far more time on than I do (!):

My dog understands 2-part sentences.

Miss Kitty loves the green fleece blanket in the living room. She likes to knead it and sleep on it.

Also, she prefers to sleep on beds that are messy for some reason. She gets annoyed when we make our beds.

One time when he was younger my cat Mischief wouldn't stop pestering me while I was eating a Pop Tart. When I wouldn't give him any he took a swipe of it with his claws and licked the crumbs off.

He's almost like a dog sometimes, thinking just because I can eat something then he can too.