Okay, so all of us evidently love dog stories, right? We daily regale each other with tales: sometimes to help each other, sometimes to amuse one another, sometimes to hear ourselves talk, etc.
Today I had cause to think of a lost friend, and it reminded me of my favorite story that I liked to tell about her. I realized it was probably my favorite tale ever, and thinking of it made me smile. While I reminisce about Tera, I would love to hear you tell your favorite dog story.
It doesn't have to be about you, it doesnt have to be true, and it can be from anywhere. It can be your favorite book or movie or whatever (like "Hachi: A Dog's Tale", which, BTW, is awesome!).
After I reflect awhile and hear what you have to say, I'll come back and tell you my Tera evacuation story.
Peace and love.

I have oodles but 3 off the top of my head!

Our old Boxer Rocky, a complete idiot who hated everyone and every thing, except us of course!

One day my Dad is walking him through town, Rocky for no apparent reason stopped dead, put his head down, got my Dad by his ankle and flipped him over on his back, then stood over him licking his face and wagging his stump, laughed my head off!

Another time, he shot down the stairs and crashed through the glass panel of the door after the postman, while blood pumped out if his leg, he continued to bark like a demon at the stunned postman who looked like he needed to change his shorts!

Last, for now, (you started something here Duane!) soon after we got Kaiser, I walked him up to work on a 'meet my friends' expedition, and one of the girls walked back with me, she asked if she could walk him, so I handed the lead over, within seconds she fell through a broken drain cover, and the only thing that broke her fall into a soup of poo was Kaiser's massive bulk, I was actually bent in half laughing I thought I may pee a little!

God that was so bloody funny! all you could see was Emma's head sticking up through the top with Kaiser looking down on her with a WTF? look on his face!

 Quote: tracey holden

.... soon after we got Kaiser, I walked him up to work on a 'meet my friends' expedition, and one of the girls walked back with me, she asked if she could walk him, so I handed the lead over, within seconds she fell through a broken drain cover, and the only thing that broke her fall into a soup of poo was Kaiser's massive bulk, I was actually bent in half laughing I thought I may pee a little!

God that was so bloody funny! all you could see was Emma's head sticking up through the top with Kaiser looking down on her with a WTF? look on his face!

Omigod, I would have killed you for laughing hysterically. (However, that's my reaction too. )



My daughter has Border Terriers. Two are brother and sister (although not the same litter; Milo is two years older). Milo sends Tilly to tell my daughter that he has to go out to pee. He just stands at the door and Tilly runs into the living room to give the quick little "open the door" bark.

Milo has contrived many times to get the "best" dog bed back from Tilly: one time he went to the sliding glass doors and stood barking excitedly until Tilly jumped off the dog bed to come see what was going on outside, and then Milo ran over and took the bed. (He also spreads out like a starfish so there's no extra room once he gains possession.)

I know two small dogs who get into the kitchen trash by one standing on the other one's back and pulling stuff out.

Of course, none of this compares with Betty's harlot-dog here: http://leerburg.com/webboard/thread.php?topic_id=32014&page=4#357738

Many tales also, probably my favorite is our sod event. When we moved in we fenced an area for the dogs and prior to moving in husband dug it up for something and we had mud for months. Finally grew grass again and he dug it up again, more mud. I couldn't take another season of mud, husband refused to sod it. So I took a 'secret' day off, bought sod, spent all day placing it. Right before he came home I had put the dogs out, he comes in and says what is that mess in the dog yard....brat-like I reply I did it and it looks great. He says why did you rototil the dog yard. I was hot and tired and ready to knock him out for dissing my work. I look out there and in that very short period of time the dogs had riped every piece shreds, all I could do is smile/laugh when I looked at their faces. Duh, apparently I wasn't thinking

 Quote: Connie Sutherland

My daughter has Border Terriers. Two are brother and sister (although not the same litter; Milo is two years older). Milo sends Tilly to tell my daughter that he has to go out to pee. He just stands at the door and Tilly runs into the living room to give the quick little "open the door" bark.

Milo has contrived many times to get the "best" dog bed back from Tilly: one time he went to the sliding glass doors and stood barking excitedly until Tilly jumped off the dog bed to come see what was going on outside, and then Milo ran over and took the bed. (He also spreads out like a starfish so there's no extra room once he gains possession.)

I know two small dogs who get into the kitchen trash by one standing on the other one's back and pulling stuff out.

Seems like it's the littlest boogers with the big personalities. My parents have a chihuahua named Chico. They don't take him out off-leash, but when I dogsit, I do. He is so tickled to be free that he roams and ignores doing his business. If I say "Alright, then let's go in", he'll go to a bush and lift his leg. He'll then stand there, back leg in the air, obviously not tinkling while he continues to look around.

My neighbor had a gentle Labrador that had lived many years without hurting a fly. One afternoon, with the dog nearby, my neighbor was out washing his car. A man zipped past on a bicycle. Without warning the elderly dog leapt after him knocking him to the ground. In shock, my neighbor apologized profusely and asked if the man was okay. The stranger gave no reply, hopped back on the bicycle and quickly rode away.

Minutes later, another man frantically approached the neighbor, explaining his bicycle was just stolen.

The dog knew.

 Quote: tracey holden

Another time, he shot down the stairs and crashed through the glass panel of the door after the postman, while blood pumped out if his leg, he continued to bark like a demon at the stunned postman who looked like he needed to change his shorts!

What is it about the postman/lady?
Sadie can distingish the sound of the jeep from a half mile away and out of sight. She lights up big time, and is visibly upset if the jeep passes our street to go somewhere else!
When she is in the yard and the jeep makes the stops on our street, she goes ballistic. She would jump so high that the postal workers were scared she would jump over the fence. I raised it some more, but they still don't like stopping at my house.

 Quote: Nancy Manuel

My neighbor had a gentle Labrador that had lived many years without hurting a fly. One afternoon, with the dog nearby, my neighbor was out washing his car. A man zipped past on a bicycle. Without warning the elderly dog leapt after him knocking him to the ground. In shock, my neighbor apologized profusely and asked if the man was okay. The stranger gave no reply, hopped back on the bicycle and quickly rode away.

Minutes later, another man frantically approached the neighbor, explaining his bicycle was just stolen.

The dog knew.

Sounds like my Lab Gunner. A couple years back two older Teens came to our door asking for money so this college could buy books. Of course my Father didn't think twice about it and let them in. Gunner had a weird look on his face while sniffing them and did not even get happy/excited to see them like he usually does when a stranger comes. I immediately noticed it and watched how nervous the guys were while my Father filled out a $50 check.

About 5-10 minutes later some of our neighbors came telling us they did research on the College and it does not even exist. The guys had a white van parked down the road at the cul-de-sac and all the neighbors chased them away. That was the first time Gunner ever acted suspicous towards anyone. Whenever he doesn't like someone there is always a reason whether they are drunk, mentally ill, are doing something bad, or about to.

Growing up we had a Saint Bernard and a Toy Poodle.

My mom had both in the car and noticed she was getting a lot of really strange looks. This was in days before air conditioning was standard equipment and the windows were open.

The Saint was sitting up on the seat for all the world to see.

The poodle was well hidden and would bark every time they stopped at a light.

Mom said it took her several miles to realize that people weren't really pointing at her and her car but at the Saint Bernard with the really strange bark.

BWAH HA HA! I see that picture in my mind SO clearly