Animal & Pet Stories

Mar. 25, 2017

Our Great Dane, Kong, was not only funny as hell, but he was smart as a whip. He loved his yard, too. We had a fenced in yard around the house so he could run, jump and play with the children.

My brother-in-law was standing on the other side of the fence one day and said to me, “You know, he’s so big, he could just step over this fence if he wanted to.”

Kong was standing there next to us. “Shh,” I said to my brother-in-law, “He doesn’t know that and he might hear you!”

Kong knew he was not allowed to go into my daughter’s bedroom so he would often nudge her door open and just stand there looking in. He also knew, he was not allowed to touch her stuffed animals. However, he outweighed her by about 75 pounds. Whenever she sat on the floor to watch TV, he thought he was supposed to sit in her lap and did. I guess he thought he could boss her around as well because he rarely listened to her.

One afternoon while she was away, he came trotting out of her bedroom carrying one of her stuffed pigs in his mouth. My son spotted him and said, “Oh boy, Kong! When Amber gets home and finds out you stole her pig, you’re going to be in big trouble!”

Amber came in a few hours later and as if he understood what my son had said, Kong went to get the pig, brought it to her and sat down in front of her. Needless to say she was not happy but he didn’t seem to care. After all, he was twice her size.

He did get away with it, too. We loved him so much and he knew it. I still have that pig in my bedroom. I cannot seem to part with it. I know it’s a silly thing to keep, but it brings back so many fond memories of Kong that I just cannot let it go.

Mar. 25, 2017

Recently, my Blue Healer, Bianca, decided she was going to jump the fence. We’ve had such a problem with her doing that. We’ve even considered doing an extension on the fence to keep her inside before she got hit by a car. Needless to say, we are too late.

We’d let the dogs out one evening and about fifteen minutes later, I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to find Bianca tapping on it with her paw. She’s so smart, too smart for her own good, if you ask me! I opened the door to let her in and noticed she was limping.

Upon further inspection, we discovered her belly was raw and her hind leg and paw were bleeding so the next afternoon we took her to the vet. The vet determined Bianca had probably chased a car and lost the battle. The belly was road rash and it appeared she’d injured her leg in the chase. The good news was, the car obviously slowed down when the dog jumped out to attack it, otherwise, she would have suffered much more damage, if not death.

That night, Bianca was standing next to me at my desk. Her foot was on the floor and her ears were perked up as I spoke to her. When I heard my son pulling into the drive, her ears slowly went down and her hurt leg slowly rose up. By the time my son had made it inside, she was gimpy and in so much pain.

Suffice to say Bianca was milking it for all it was worth. She felt better after a couple of doggy cookies later, though. Like I said, “Too smart for her own good.”

Mar. 25, 2017

Last night I had let my cat, Melody, go outside. I went ahead and brought my dogs, Charlie (the beagle) and Bianca (the Australian Sheppard) inside. Not long after I heard some cats outside my front door fighting.

This concerns me because Melody is 15 years old and has gotten quite cowardly when it comes to defending her territory; the yard. However, the neighbor’s two cats are young and sprite and frequently come over here to bully her. As a result, Melody only goes out when she absolutely has to and then comes right back inside.

Apparently, I was not the only one concerned. When the fight broke out (those two meanies had to be lying in wait), Bianca and Charlie responded. Charlie came running around the bend asking Bianca (in his best hound dog voice), “What happened? What is all the ruckus about?”

Bianca jumps up to spin herself around and face the door. She howls back to Charlie, “I don’t know, Charlie. I think it’s about that spoiled rotten ass cat, Melody!”

“Well let’s go see,” Charlie says as he runs underneath Bianca who then trips over Charlie and lands almost face first down on the floor.

It took some coaxing but Melody finally came out of her hiding place and ran back into the house. Those mean kitties have the nerve to come right up to my front door and look in the house for her. Fortunately, they run off when we approach the door.

Mar. 25, 2017

Last night I had let my cat, Melody, go outside. I went ahead and brought my dogs, Charlie (the beagle) and Bianca (the Australian Sheppard) inside. Not long after I heard some cats outside my front door fighting.

This concerns me because Melody is 15 years old and has gotten quite cowardly when it comes to defending her territory; the yard. However, the neighbor’s two cats are young and sprite and frequently come over here to bully her. As a result, Melody only goes out when she absolutely has to and then comes right back inside.

Apparently, I was not the only one concerned. When the fight broke out (those two meanies had to be lying in wait), Bianca and Charlie responded. Charlie came running around the bend asking Bianca (in his best hound dog voice), “What happened? What is all the ruckus about?”

Bianca jumps up to spin herself around and face the door. She howls back to Charlie, “I don’t know, Charlie. I think it’s about that spoiled rotten ass cat, Melody!”

“Well let’s go see,” Charlie says as he runs underneath Bianca who then trips over Charlie and lands almost face first down on the floor.

It took some coaxing but Melody finally came out of her hiding place and ran back into the house. Those mean kitties have the nerve to come right up to my front door and look in the house for her. Fortunately, they run off when we approach the door.

Mar. 25, 2017

We had some workers at the house one evening. While talking with them, my husband noticed our dog, Charlie, was missing. The workers swore they shut all the gates, thereby keeping the dog in the yard. My husband wasn’t so sure and went out to check. Sure enough, two of the gates were open and Charlie was gone.

He couldn’t have been gone for more than a couple of minutes. We felt sure someone had picked him up but we didn’t know who or where he was. Everyone in the neighborhood knows he’s ours so it baffled us as to who would take him. We had our suspicions though.

To ease our worries, my husband and I kept telling each other, “Someone took him to the Humane Society; we’ll call them in the morning and check.”

Before we even had a chance to call them, the Humane Society called us to let us know someone had brought Charlie in the previous night. My son went straight over to get him that morning. We were all so relieved to have found him.

My son told us when they brought Charlie out, he just walked straight to the door and said, “C'mon Reese - let's get out of here.” Charlie didn't even stop to say hello. He was ready to go!

When Reese and Charlie got home, Bianca was so happy to see her friend. She hopped around him and howled before asking, “Charlie! Where ya been?”

Charlie said, “Man! It was a crazy night last night. I got out of the fence and was strolling down the street minding my own business. I was looking for cats and marking everything so I could find my way home when someone snatched me from behind and put me in their car.”

“Oh no,” Bianca yelled. “What did you do?”

“Nothing. What could I do?” Charlie said. “I can't drive a car. I have paws and they are absent of thumbs!”

Bianca, still hopping around Charlie, said, “Where did they take you?”

“They took me to that place where The Family found me the first time. I swear to all kittens, I am so happy to be out of there. It was exhausting and now I need a nap.”

“And that is why I don't like to get into cars,” said Bianca as Charlie crawled into his doggy bed for his nap. “I’m afraid someone will take me away from The Family and I can’t find my way back home again.”

Rest assure, locks on all the gates now.