When dad tries to take me out for morning walkies I run away and hide in bed with mom.

My dogs have looked like that when it's raining out.

"I don't want to get out of bed! I'd rather hold it in!"

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Mom yells at me when I get on the counter so now I get on the range instead.

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Cat on a hot tin...stove?

My dog doesn't like to "use the facilities" across state lines. She once waited 26 hours, despite frequent middle of the night walkings, and when she got home she didn't even seem in a hurry then.

Aw, we had a dog who would hold it in when we visited my mom. It was mostly sidewalks and little grass, and she'd hold in her poop for 2+ days.

And we really tried!

Lynn, I had a similar experience with a cat we had years ago. My husband had the hair dryer on, so she (the cat) didn't hear me walk up behind her. I bent down to pick her up and she was so startled she jumped STRAIGHT UP - gave me a black eye and at the time I was sure she broke my nose.

I have dozens of stores about my dog pictured above. She was a really great dog and we miss her everyday, but she was incredibly stubborn and VERY much into food (hers and everyone else's - must have been the lab in her). We once had guests for dinner who suddenly had to leave just as we finished eating. My husband and I escorted them to their car without taking anything off the table. We came back inside to find her standing, all four legs, in the middle of the table eating off the pork roast. And she was so hard to be angry at... she'd give you this perplexed curious look like "WHAT is your problem??". My FIL used to call her an 'independent thinker'. What a girl.

Mimi,

I would understand it if the issue were the "amenities" available. But it doesn't matter if it is in the middle of the country or not. I can only assume she thinks it is bad manners.

Years ago we had a cat named Kelly who, for whatever reason, didn't like my mother-in-law. Once when they were visiting Kelly made a point of coming out into the living room and sitting with her back to DMIL, all hunched over and with her ears laid back. Why she didn't just stay out of sight, we don't know. My DH and I still laugh about that!

Donna

PS - We're really happy Sami found her way home, too! :)

I eat tinsel then throw it up.

If it's styrofoam, I will put teeth marks in it. Lots and lots of teeth marks. Mommy worries that I will bite off a chunk and die. It's hard to find styrofoam in the house now.

These 'signs of shame' are so funny, every single one!!

Lynn, I'm sorry your dog gave you a black eye. Better that I think than a cracked rib and bruised shoulder. Mine knocked me for a loop a few years back & I think I spent a few seconds horizontal in the air, knowing it wasn't going to end well. Partly my fault for getting in his way at the gate when he was at a full gallop.

I am big and I am bad so I kick my little brother's a$$ everyday.

I also bring things into my parents bedroom every night from the garage so they can step on them in the morning (except for this backpack that won't fit through the cat door).

That backpack is hilarious! I used to leave the garage cracked at night sometimes, just because mine like to go out there. I was bestowed with a little dead mouse beside the bed one morning eek. At least it wasn't on my pillow.

My name is Aurora. I was so frightened when I passed gas that I jumped up, twirled around, crashed in to a side table causing a lamp to fall off and break. That startled me so badly that I ran through the house and knocked down a dining room chair which scared one of the cats so he crashed into his food bowl throwing kitty kibbles all over the place.

Neetsie, that's hilarious. Poor Aurora. Good thing that doesn't happen every time someone farts.

More good stories! Thanks everyone.

Every chance I get I like to find a fresh pile of cow poop and rub it all over my neck up to my ears. I'm thinking it might not be worth it tho. Every time I come home smelling absolutely fab, I get a bath and end up smelling like a French (you know what) :(

Oh, Neetsiepie! I wish you had a video of that to share!

Donna

No idea what "shame" means, but all you shamees sound like a fun bunch! -- Moxie

Pretty kitty, cardigan!

CeeCee: I yowl at 4 am every morning for no reason other than to wake the human up.

Sami: I shadow-box on the sliding glass door at 3 am (thump-thump-thump-thump) no matter how many times Mom yells at me and throws things.

I'm Walt. I don't cover my poop in the litter box and it stinks up the whole house.

(Great pictures)

Wolf - "I really didn't mean to knock my dad's two front teeth out last week. He's never had a cavity or a shot in his mouth before, and it's going to cost thousands to fix. Can I still have a milkbone?!"

I pushed open a 6th floor condo window and jumped out. Landed in a flowerbed and didn't have a scratch. As soon as mom brought me home from the vet I jumped up in the window and tried to push it open again.

photo by Noah Fecks

My mom is the one who learned about us soon-to-be-homeless orphans, called about us, took my brother to visit us, brought us home, buys our favorite cat food, scoops and changes the litter, bought us nice expensive chairs to shred, sweeps the Littery floor. But she clips our toenails. So I belong to her son, and my brother belongs to her husband.

My cat Sally: "Christmas is really a special time in my house! I especially love when they bring out that sumptuous red velvet Christmas tree skirt--feels so good as I defecate on it!"

Oakley - What happened? It sounds like I missed a story. Hope "dad" is ok.

Aurora has another claim to shame. She's part American Eskimo Dog but she HATES snow. We got about an inch or so today and when I let the dogs out to go potty outside, she stepped two feet out on to the deck, did her business and tiptoed back inside. Max, the Lab, however, went and frolicked until he was soaked.

Oh wow. I sure hope you're eye itself is ok. Maybe a matching dress would look nice?

BL, I'm sure anyone who's ever had a big dog has been in this situation, like Lynn above with the purple eye. lol.

Two weeks ago DH was outside playing with the dogs, who are very big. It was a perfect storm, one I've been in before. Wolf was across the yard running to DH, and DH bent down right when Wolf came to him. Boom! Knocked his two bottom teeth out.

DH couldn't get mad, he said it was his fault for not watching, which it was. So he's scheduled for work on his teeth to begin next week. Unfortunately, our good dental insurance doesn't go into effect until Jan. 1st!

Ironically, as I said before, DH has never had a cavity or a shot in the gums. Oh, he's in for a big surprise. lol

I'm Presto. If I've already decided to go to bed before you come in to tuck me in, I will NOT get up to get my bedtime cookie. I also will NOT reach very far to get it. I would prefer that you bring it to me and place it in my mouth, thank you very much. My big sister Poco is weak, because she'll come to you and do your bidding for a cookie. She'll never learn.

Oakley, I hope your DH isn't in too much pain! Sorry about the dental bill. Like you say, you can't get mad at them for doing their natural thing! I got some nasty scratches from George (cat) last night, but I was the one dangling the ball of yarn for him to swat at. :)

Donna

Surprise, I am tall enough to reach both pieces of peanut butter toast right at the back of the counter.

Ouch, Lynn! Knight did a good job on you! Hope it fades quickly.

Oakley, your poor DH! Those of us who have had dog-related injuries....well, we can sure sympathize.

I'll have to post a photo of DD and her new dog soon. He's a 2 year old English Lab (chocolate) and is fitting in so well. More on that story later.

I like to terrorize my mom and dad every second of every day. My favorite is to chew and bite my moms hands when her joints are sore and swollen. She should know better not to play with me by throwing my toy two million times during her favorite show. Sometimes I sneak into the bedroom and hide under the throw blanket to frighten her. That's me below. Hahaha, I am mostly evil. When I'm good I make up for it though.

Here's my foot a little later. I made sure I walked all over the sofa and then rubbed it on the decorative pillow. Hahahahaha! I don't even know what it is but it's nicely stinky. HahahHa.

Sometimes I bother my "perfect" brother till he cries UNCLE.

Oh Oakley, your poor DH. I hope his dental work is painless. :)

"Seriously, does this look like the mug of a car chaser??"

Monica, you must live near pasture. Years ago when the kids were in school I would take a 20 min. nap on the sofa and my Boston Terrier, Sophie, would lay on my side and sleep with me. One day she suddenly threw up a TON of digested cow pie's all over me. All. Over. Me.

Oh noooo Oakley.

I forgot that our golden likes to rub her face on dead fish (the blue heron steal the fish out of our pond and then leave carcasses on the shore). I actually read about it and it supposedly signals to others that the carcass is theirs! Yummo.

; )

Oh yechh Mtn.

I walk my niece's Shiba Inu three days a week and we walk along a river that is a salmon spawn. Now what you have to understand about Shibas is that for them the scent is everything. So in September when the salmon return the dog goes nuts with the smell of the carcasses along the shore. The place absolutely reeks and he is in heaven. He rubs himself on the carcasses and tries to eat them.

I feel like I'm the spoiling grandma, I know how much he loves it so I indulge him

Oh, blfenton, there is some terrible poisoning that happens dogs who eat rotting salmon! (and other raw salmon, apparently). I have several friends whose dogs have gotten it; it's often fatal, none of my friends lost their dogs but they were, well, sick as dogs.

Salmon Poisoning

Thanks olychick, I will be more vigilant.

Yes, do be careful about the dog eating the dead salmon. My exhusband lost a dog that way.

Lynn, Knight is a handsome boy and that is quite a shiner! I grew up with Dobermans. We had three, one after the other, and they were all named Rip. They were just fabulous dogs, every one of them.

My last dog was a mutt we found on the streets of West Philadelphia. I should say he found us. All that dog wanted in life was to be with me. His sign of shame would say "I walk though screen doors".

My name is Norman and I fall off window sills, countertops, sofa arms, beds-virtually anything I perch on-when I fall asleep. I do not land on my feet.

Ohhhh, hugs Norman, poor little boy!

Lynn, I hope your eye is doing better. And Oakley, best wishes for your DH's dental work.

Aww, thanks Cattyles. But, sadly, it's still looking pretty ferocious. I took this pic of it this morning to send to DD as a warning of what to expect. Lucky for me, though, my Bare Minerals (powdered makeup) covers it really well for when I do go out in public. This is this morning before Bare Minerals:

People pay good money for make-up artists to create dramatic eye shadow/shading like that! But, owwww!

Ouch! Something like that always happens when there are plans, it seems.