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What's the WORST thing a pet has ever done?

When I was 2, my parents & I emigrated to Australia, adn the first thing may parents did when we arrived was buy me an Australian toy, a stuffed koala bear (not, I stress, a real koala, but made with some kind of animal hide).

Flashforward 40 years. My kids inherited the bear, and over time we acquired pets. At this stage it was 2 cocker spaniels. One day I came home and found they had absolutely shredded it. I was beyond furious, and wouldn't have anything to do with them for weeks, A touchstone of my life, gone, just like that. They had no idea why I was angry with them, and we reconciled to a point, and it was funny that towards the end of his life one of them wanted to spend all his time with me, even though he had a choice of anyone. But I confess, I always withheld one small part of my affection for them, because of that infuriating act of of stupid destruction.

Still, I took it hard when they died, and my wife insisted we get another one. I don't want to go through that loss again. But I will.
 
Nothing something the dog specifically did, but something nasty pet related.

I was walking her this morning around the neighborhood. She pooped and I went to clean it up with a shopping bag. I did not notice the whole in the bag and wound up getting shit on my left ring finger all the way down to my hand. I'm seriously considering just cutting it off as it stinks despite multiple washings.

Also, I recently got divroced. There had to be something symbolic about a shit covered ring finger.
 
When my GSD was a 6 month old puppy he dragged the couch out of the living room, down the hall and completely shredded it.

One of my other GSDs unraveled a berber rug and proceeded to eat it like spaghetti. $1000.00 later and an abdominal surgery he was as good as new :)

Our cocker spaniel ate one of those chocolate oranges, foil and all and then pooped foil for days......doh.

what is a GSD? they sound like handfuls!
 
The worst pet story in my family: When my uncle was younger he got a couple of dozen chicks to raise. His dog and neighbor dog got together and made their way into the chicken coop and chomped about half of the chicks. My uncle cleaned up the mess, fixed the coop so the dog couldn't get in and continued to care for the surviving chicks. When they were getting up to about to fryer size, the dog somehow broke into the coop again and killed the rest.

Justin
 
My family adopted a stray dog which we named Nyssa (after the Doctor Who character). She was good with people, but when we left her home alone, she went crazy: pissed and pooped all over the place, pulled down anything she could get at, scratched all over the window frames, etc. When my mother came home, she first thought the house had been ransacked and robbed, it was such a mess.
 
Not a 'worst thing' per say, and it wasn't my pet but it's an entertaining story.

I was seeing a friend who works at a pet shop and a customer comes in with this huge German shepherd, big fluffy thing, beautiful dog.
It knew it was going to the vets so sat down by the front door and wouldn't move, it then came over to me and my friend for some fuss at the side of the shop so his owner came down our side, it again moved to the front door and sat down. He put the lead on it and tried to bribe the dog with a biscuit. It walked a few steps forward and then lay down. The owner had to stand over the dog and slide it across the floor down to the vets.
It was so funny.
 
Sam was a black standard poodle. The best (and last) dog our family had.

He ate my brother's shoes, no one else's. He chewed to pieces and ate a plastic football. watching him jump back and upwards three feet when it popped was great. He managed to open a tin of "chocolate pizza" and ate it all. He ate two pounds of hamburger my mom had on the counter, along with half a loaf of bread. Then he threw that all up and ate it again. Yeccch. He chewed through the headphone wire of my then-new sony walkman.

Sam disliked my now-Hubby giving me a hug on our first date and growled at him. Remember, this is a 70-lb dog growling. Dad called Sam a "good boy" for that and gave him extra milkbones. Sam threw-up on the shoe of my now-Hubby. Twice. The second time, all he had was bile, so you know he meant it.

Overall, Sam was a GREAT dog. We had to have him put down at 14yo. He had started hiding from us in the house. The vet said he was "going away to die."



By far the worst thing ever done by a pet (besides various vommiting episodes and the like), was when my dog Shusha (yes, named after the famous Iranian folk singer) chewed up almost every single one of my ORIGINAL Star Wars figures back in 1979... She had been staying with us while her owner, my brother, was working in the Wyoming oil fields... As a 9 year old kid, you can imagine I was pretty damn upset. I had a pretty big collection going...

Happily, that Christmas, I got a big, clumisly wrapped bundle of action figures with a card from Shusha that said "Sorry"....

I'm happy to also report that these action figures have survived the years and my son played joyfully with them as I did, so long ago...

That is a sweet story.

Thank you. Loved your story too, especially the part about "really meaning it"!!!...

I really miss that girl, even though she's been gone since 1994. What began as a short stay ended up being most of her life. I've never had a pup since that I've loved so much. She was, in my mom's words, a "bad-good girl".... She had such personality that the times she chewed through my dad's bathrobe pockets to get at his rolaids (multiple times), ate a sock, scarffed down a pumpkin pie and rose up on her hind legs to snatch a hot dog out of my girlfriend's hand as she unsuspectingly held it up were all fogiven almost immediately... I have a picture of her on my desk along with pictures of my wife and kids.

It broke my heart when we had to put her down at the ripe old age of 17. It hurt so much that I've never been able to own another airedale.
 
Tear up throw pillows, plastic toys and stacks of notebook paper. Most of my pets since my toddler years have been very well behaved but there've been moments, about ninety percent of them relating to dogs.

There aren't many moments of supreme naughtiness with my pets, but when they happen...yowza. Look out. :)
 
I had a 125lb Akbash, with serious separation anxiety. He ate a door, a floor, a few walls, and shredded the boxspring on my bed.

One time i left him over night at my exes house and he learned how to get out of open windows. My kids were down the street at their grandparents, and he knew this, so he checked all the windows, found the one open and ripped the blind, tore the screen and made a break for it. They were very confused to find him sitting on their front doorstep.

He took this new trick home with him and proceeded to rip every screen in my house. We came home one day to find him laying in the front yard, pleased as punch. He tore down the curtains, left claw marks all over the wall. He then taught the cat the same trick.

Another time he trapped himself in my bedroom, and in an attempt to escape he pulled up all the carpeting, dragged my bed across the room, tore off the molding around the door, and ate through the drywall.

Another time, we left him in the basement in an attempt to keep him out of the garbage and he ate the door, like literally shredded the door, we came home to half a door and the rest in pieces all over the floor.

Oh, he got himself and the cat trapped in the downstairs bathroom(i think his tail would swing the door closed) and he shredded the tile, tore off the molding around the door, and worried a piece of the carpeting under the door from the livingroom so that by the time we got home there was a run in the carpet extending all the way across the room.

He ate a box of unused hair dye, right off the bathroom counter, took it to the white rug, ripped it to shreds. Peanut butter on the same carpet. Learned how to open the door to the garbage under the sink, loved to eat coffee grinds, all over the white rug.

We finally gave him to a nice couple that spend all their time with him, he even takes him to work with him, so hes never alone.

He was the most wonderful dog, passive, playful, loved the kids, but couldnt be left alone for even an hour.
 
My childhood dog pissed all over my father.

No, sorry. That was the best thing a pet has ever done.
 
You misunderstood.

Just about every dog I've had (including my current one) has been a GSD. However, when people ask me what kind of dog I have, and I say, "German Shepherd Dog," they usually look at me funny, sometimes adding the obligatory: "well of course it's a dog."
 
Well, it's because there are lot of sheep in Germany, and you have to make the distinction between the dogs and actual shepherds... :guffaw:

Ok, ok... Sorry...
 
My cat staged the coup of a small South American island and is currently awaiting trial for war crimes at The Hague.
 
Not the worst thing, but funny.....
I was in the backyard throwing the ball for our 90lb mutt (German Shepherd/Lab/whatever), when our then 7 year old son managed to get between the dog and where I threw the ball. You know those Peanuts comics where Snoopy runs through someone at full speed, *POW!*, and they go flying into the air? Yeah, exactly that! :lol: She managed to knock his legs out from under him, he went flying, and landed flat on his back! My son was understandably angry with me because I couldn't stop laughing! :guffaw:
 
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