Funny dog stories

Toad

Toad

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I spit my coffee when I read Carptom's account of his dog pooping on a stranger. Probably can't top that story, but does anybody have some good tales of their dog's embarrassing behavior?

One time when I took Rusty to PetSmart, we got ambushed by two really irritating kids in the parking lot. They ran over to him and started screeching and freaking out because he was "sooooooo cuuuuuute!" Their parents were nowhere to be found! Anyway, ol' Rus had a full tank, and in the process of wrestling around with the two kids, he got so excited he couldn't hold it anymore. While he was on top of them, licking their faces, he started wizzing all over the place. At first it was the kids' pants, and they had no idea. Eventually, one of the kids realized what was happening and started shrieking, "oh my God, he's peeing on me!!!" But by then it was way too late. He had hosed them down from feet to faces. The kids scrambled to get up and ran into the store screaming, and we got in the truck and left.:laugh: I bet their parents didn't leave them running wild in the parking lot again after that...
 
When Zeke, my Lab, was about a year old, we took him on an overnight camping trip to a place in the Sierra foothills called Yellow Creek. That particular section of the creek is renowned among fly fishermen, as the brown trout in there are spooky and incredibly hard to catch.

When we arrived, two guys were working a run adjacent to our campsite. I cabled Zeke to a tree and we began to set our stuff up.

Zeke was watching those guys fish and whining and jerking on his restraint the whole time, but I paid him little attention because I was in a hurry to get things in order so I could get him settled in his crate and take a crack at the browns myself. At the time, Zeke had one of those collars that had plastic male and female pieces that snap together (I've long since quit using those).

Anyway, Zeke finally pulled hard enough to pop that snap, and he made a beeline for the creek. He absolutely flew off a 4-foot bank and splashed down right in the middle of where those guys were fishing.

I think what he wanted to do was "retrieve" whatever those guys were throwing with their long sticks. Fortunately, both gentlemen thought it was just about the funniest thing they'd ever seen.
 
Can't even think of anything to compete with those two stories.

Toad I bet those kids were dog shy for the rest of their childhood.
 
My old Tomoka grandson Lobo turns 12 this month. Seems he has always had some kind of dog fettish for my buddy Dave. Dave and I have hunted together for about a decade. Any time we hunt together and Lobo is down, Dave has to hold vigil. If we stop to talk or loiter around the truck, Lobo has a knack of sneaking up behind Dave and giving him a warm, wet welcome from the rear. Hasn't ever done it to anyone else that I know of, just Dave.
 
Those are great stories, guys!
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Can't even think of anything to compete with those two stories.

Toad I bet those kids were dog shy for the rest of their childhood.
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I would be happy if their stupid parents didn't let small children run loose in a busy parking lot. And for the kids, I hope they learned not to run up to complete strangers and start wrestling with their dogs.
 
When my son and my old dog Hawk were both 10 Kansas initiated it's youth upland game season the weekend before the normal opener. I took Forrest to some WIHA's that opener to give him a chance to hunt before the adults took to the field. Hawk was on the ground as well as his nephew Storm. Well, we proceeded across the first patch with Hawk hunting free and Storm on a check chord. Both dogs went on point as we worked the edge of a milo strip in the CRP. I sent Forrest to Hawk as I had more faith in that point and I worked up the check chord to Storm. Storm had a big ole coon, so I pulled him off with the chord and hurried to watch Forrest flush Hawk's "bird". Hawk had a knack of pointing fur as well. When he pointed fur, as you walked in to flush he would slowly turn his head and look at you just before he leaned in and grabbed whatever it was he was pointing. Well, I saw the look! He reached in and grabbed a 20-25 pound coon and the wreck was on. It was quickly obvious that the 10 year old veteran had proverbially bit off more than he could chew!!! Now I've been trapping since I was 12 and I guess instinct took over and in I went. I was liberally applying the boot to the coon and, as fights go, the fan got hit. Seems I cold cocked Hawk while dislodging the coon. My son shot the coon and the wreck coasted to a stop. I ended up carrying the old man 1/2 mile back to the truck unconscious and taking him home. He was fine by the time we unloaded him, so we redogged and headed back out.
 
When my last dog was a wee pup (Maggie, a fine Black Lab), I was still going to a new high-class vet clinic (until they finally priced me out the door, lol.). Mags had her check, worming, & next series of shots, and as I was patiently waiting for the tech to bring me a container for a stool sample Maggie dumped on the floor (obviously she wasn't quite as patient.). When the tech finally returned, I pointed & said "There's the sample. Thanks, Maggie . . . saved us a trip."
 
Actually I just remembered probably the best dog story I have. My buddy and I took our two Chessies pheasant hunting one day. I had a male and his was a spayed female. All she wanted to do was hunt and the only thing he was interested in was getting it on with her. Would not leave her alone no matter what! I guess she finally gave in and was like "ok get it over with big boy". He hopped up on her and thought he was giving her the what for but the big dummy didn't know where "it" went. He finished with his "deposit" on top of her rump. Hopped off and never got within 25 yards of her the rest of the day.

I told my buddy that's how he rolls. We laughed for years about that.
 
I was quail hunting up at the lake and when I came back to the truck a game warden was waiting there. While he proceeded to check my license, gun, and birds JP proceeded to piss on his tires.:eek: I caught him after the second one but if I hadn't I'm sure he would have hit for the cycle.:D The game warden just laughed and congratulated JP and I on our successful hunt.
 
Funny dog walk

My Cocker and I were just out for a leisurely stroll in a local park that has lots of dirt trails and is pretty heavily wooded. Since it was late in the afternoon and we rarely encounter anyone, my Cocker was off leash romping around. We come around a corner and off to the side of the trail and young man and woman decided it was a good place to take a roll in the hay. Clothes were strewn here and there and my Cocker has always had an affinity for underwear. Before I have a chance to get him back to my side, he grabs the woman's underwear in his mouth and starts carrying them down the trail. Proud as can be. I eventually got him back and I was able to toss the underwear back to the very embarrassed couple.
 
Prairie Drifter said:
My old Tomoka grandson Lobo turns 12 this month. Seems he has always had some kind of dog fettish for my buddy Dave. Dave and I have hunted together for about a decade. Any time we hunt together and Lobo is down, Dave has to hold vigil. If we stop to talk or loiter around the truck, Lobo has a knack of sneaking up behind Dave and giving him a warm, wet welcome from the rear. Hasn't ever done it to anyone else that I know of, just Dave.
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Dave needs to switch perfume, he is giving out the wrong kind of signals.
 
I guess this happened about a year ago last fall. I had gone over to where my cousin lives, in a town about 20 miles from me. The plan was to go out to where my family farms outside of town, to do some scouting for dove season and work my yellow Lab Diesel where we like to pheasant hunt. Now, two things here...Diesel is what you would call a poop walker. Y'know, the creeping craps. Also, there's something about my cousin that just makes this dog want to crap. I don't know how many times when he'd come over, Diesel would crap in the house right after he got here, even if he'd just been outside. Thank God he's outgrown that.

Anyway, we work our way down through the grass, throwing bumpers for the dog and looking for good dove hunting spots. We get down by the lake, and my cousin who had brought along a revolver he wanted to fine tune the sights on, shoots a few rounds. While reloading the gun, Diesel walks up behind him and to his right, cops a squat, and proceeds to do his thing....up the side, across in front of him, down the other side, and across behind him...boxing him in with land mines. Needless to say, he ran out of land mines about halfway through, but we still just about busted a gut watching him. The look on my cousin's face was priceless. :)
 
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D Bros. said:
I guess this happened about a year ago last fall. I had gone over to where my cousin lives, in a town about 20 miles from me. The plan was to go out to where my family farms outside of town, to do some scouting for dove season and work my yellow Lab Diesel where we like to pheasant hunt. Now, two things here...Diesel is what you would call a poop walker. Y'know, the creeping craps. Also, there's something about my cousin that just makes this dog want to crap. I don't know how many times when he'd come over, Diesel would crap in the house right after he got here, even if he'd just been outside. Thank God he's outgrown that.

Anyway, we work our way down through the grass, throwing bumpers for the dog and looking for good dove hunting spots. We get down by the lake, and my cousin who had brought along a revolver he wanted to fine tune the sights on, shoots a few rounds. While reloading the gun, Diesel walks up behind him and to his right, cops a squat, and proceeds to do his thing....up the side, across in front of him, down the other side, and across behind him...boxing him in with land mines. Needless to say, he ran out of land mines about halfway through, but we still just about busted a gut watching him. The look on my cousin's face was priceless. :)
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Gotta love those crapping labs. Mine's got some weird poop fetishes too. Couple weeks ago we got back from vacation. I don't know what he picked up but he had the runs a couple days. He comes in the bedroom to lick my face when the alarm goes off in the morning and let me know he is ready to go out and take a leak. Well he doesn't come in so I get up and go to to the front door to let him out. Well I go to put on my tennis shoes and realize he has loaded them with soft serve. Man I will tell you that dog tries my patience.:D
 
My dog once lifted his leg on a stranger's leg at a park.
 
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This may be one where you had to be there. When my first Brittany was young he had to have some vet work and was put in a cone collar. While still cone collared I took him hunting after a few weeks of inactivity. At the first field he jumps from the crate and runs a quarter of a mile in a straight line at top speed. My buddy and I just cracked up watching him hurtle away with his cone collar pumping up and down. He had a lot of pent up energy.
 
One time when we went duck hunting bright and early, one of the guys was recovering from a rough night. He decided to lay down in the grass behind the blind and try to sleep off his hangover. The dog, a big intact male lab, brought back the first duck and then proceeded to walk over and sit right on the guy's face. We laughed hysterically and figured the guy got the wet wakeup he deserved.

This may be inappropriate slang on this forum (so I will not be offended if the mods edit this post), but the dog's nickname after that was "Teabag".
 
Alright Toad I have another poop story. I let the dogs out this morning and am doing a couple chores. I look over and my dog is dropping a deuce on the running boards of my truck:eek:. Man I don't know about this dog he is a weird one. Between his pooping and trying to mate my daughters pom-chi.
 
Carptom, I think that dog may be a goldmine! Crapping on the running boards??? :laugh:

You need to document his life with thorough notes and pictures, and someday write a bestselling book about your insane labrador. I bet the author of "Marley & Me" is set for life, and that dog didn't poop on anything amusing that I can remember...

Make a few million off the book and movie rights, and then it's "hello cushy retirement!":10sign:
 
Great thread! I nearly choked on my coffee with the "Teabag" story! lol!

My buddy bought a new stick-blind for a walk-in spot. He was excited with his new gear. We usually hunted standing in the bullrushes there, so my young lab was not use to a blind that you have to go AROUND. So - she didn't go around!
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Another time, Ruby and I were hunting a very muddy spot with a high bank with a 3 foot drop to the soft mud slope. I was calling in a mallard and the dog was leaning farther and farther forward, slowly creeping towards the edge of the drop. She was so intent on the duck she tipped forward right off the bank and landed on her face. "Phantom of the opera"!
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