Sitting in a outdoor (dog friendly) restaurant with my 2 year old gsd female curled around my feet on leash w/ prong. Woman with a maltese walks (okay, staggers) by and sees my dog. She shouts, yanks her dog by leash behind her and raises a 18" stick at my snoozing dog who promptly goes into snarl/bark mode at said woman brandishing stick.

She says she has been attacked by no fewer than 3 big dogs even since she started carrying her 'stick'.

I'm wondering if maybe I need a stick to keep the crazies away from my dog... <img src="http://www.leerburg.com/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

My girlfriends parents from India came to visit us and her mom asked if my dog could talk. I thought it was cute and funny more than anything else. I guess she thought dogs had parrot like capabilities or something.

"her mom asked if my dog could talk."

I take what you're saying for the truth, but it is hard to belive that someone could think a dog could talk like a parrot. Are your sure you didn't misunderstand her? <img src="http://www.leerburg.com/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />

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"her mom asked if my dog could talk."

I take what you're saying for the truth, but it is hard to belive that someone could think a dog could talk like a parrot. Are your sure you didn't misunderstand her? <img src="http://www.leerburg.com/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />

Yes, I'm sure because she was talking about her friends bird that could talk and then she asked if my dog could talk like that. My girlfriend was like "MOM are you crazy!?" Her mom replied "well you know, I thought maybe he might know one or two words." I tried not to laugh too much or make a big deal about it, but it was very hard not to keep from rolling on the floor.

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"her mom asked if my dog could talk."

I take what you're saying for the truth, but it is hard to belive that someone could think a dog could talk like a parrot. Are your sure you didn't misunderstand her? <img src="http://www.leerburg.com/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />

LMAO!! Maybe she ment like the dogs you see on America's funniest that say "I love you" <img src="http://www.leerburg.com/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />

"Oh, what kind of dog is that, she's so cute? A DOBERMANN?? Don' you know they bite and turn on their owners!?"

why me... <img src="http://www.leerburg.com/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />

I had someone ask me one time if my GSD liked cats.
I could not help myself:
I said yes he says they taste just like chicken!!!!!!!

Another time I had my GSD with me at the high school near my house. As I got out of my car with him, a group of students standing around asked if he was a police attack dog.
Could not resist again, so I said No, he is a drug dog!!!!
The whole group scattered

Terry,
RFLMAO! I would pay to see that I think! Hilarious!!

Terry -

You just made me laugh so hard I'm teary eyed...LOL LOL LOL

Here is one I had to add:

An aquaintance of mine with a Pit Bull - walking her dog. Comment to her..."Nice Pit Bull...is he yours?" Answer: "Yes he is mine". Next comment " I have a bitch I would love to breed with him...." Answer: "Well he is fixed" Final comment before she exits laughing "Well I'll give ya 50 bucks then"

these are great!

when i lived in nyc with a mastiff in the early 80s, it got very tiring to answer the same questions over and over and over again everytime we took him on a walk. i usually just kept walking, but my then-bf always liked to have a little fun with our interrogators.

1. q: what kind of dog is that?
bf: it's a lion with a haircut.

2. q: how much does he eat?
bf: three small children a day.

3. when the dog needed an elizabethan collar because he was mutilating himself, the vet didn't have one big enough to fit him, so he ran next door to a thrift shop and bought a white kitchen trash can, cut the bottom off, and fastened it to the dog's collar with ties.

for the next month the dog walked around nyc with this white bucket on his head that was so big, you couldn't see his head or face at all. it just looked like a bucket with a dog's body. we'd stop traffic, and you can just imagine how sick we got of people asking "why does that dog have a bucket on his head?"

one weekend, we took the dog with us to a fox hunt event in the country. we were standing by the rail in front of the horse jumps when a woman with a notebook and a photographer came racing up to us. the woman was breathless in her urgency to talk to us.

reporter: excuse me! excuse me! we're from "town and country" magazine, and we just want to know: why does that dog have a bucket on his head?

bf: 'cause he chewed a hole through his balls.

reporter: oh! we can't print that in "town and country!"