The Shaggy Animal Stories Thread - Page 2

zelda_pinwheel · 06-09-2008, 03:39 PM

yeah, i'm supposed to be working too...

Nate the great · 06-09-2008, 07:50 PM

I think I'll start with Laniesha. She's a Boston Terrier, and not the most graceful of dogs. She's the only dog I know who has tripped herself by stepping on her own foot. She also regularly misses when she tries to jump up on to my lap. Of course, that's not quite as funny as when she tries to jump up on a bed, gets stuck half on half off and tries desperately to not fall off.

tirsales · 06-09-2008, 07:54 PM

*g* That reminds me. Some days ago my dog wanted to jump on a porch swing in my sisters garden. She hit - but the swing started swinging. Irritated she wanted to jump down again - and while starting the swing swang back and she fall down instead of her normal graceful jumping ...

But of course she couldn't let that lie and jumped back on/off several times until she knew how to do it. And now, each time we visit my sis, we cant get her down of the swing. She likes the soft cushions and the good view

Patricia · 06-09-2008, 10:04 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Nate the great

I think I'll start with Laniesha. She's a Boston Terrier, and not the most graceful of dogs. She's the only dog I know who has tripped herself by stepping on her own foot. She also regularly misses when she tries to jump up on to my lap. Of course, that's not quite as funny as when she tries to jump up on a bed, gets stuck half on half off and tries desperately to not fall off.

Is Laniesha your current avatar, Nate? That dog has the most beautiful dark eyes.

Nate the great · 06-09-2008, 10:06 PM

Yes, she is. She's the only one I could get to hold still for the picture. She's my baby.

RickyMaveety · 06-09-2008, 10:09 PM

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Originally Posted by Nate the great

Yes, she is. She's the only one I could get to hold still for the picture. She's my baby.

She is beautiful.

UncleDuke · 06-09-2008, 11:57 PM

cat spleens and doggy=do=dah
life and death in the poetry lane

pshrynk · 06-10-2008, 08:51 AM

I gave Maxwell, the Mutant Yorkshire Terrorist his first summer shave last night. Ended up with more hair than dog. He does not have the ususal Yorkie fine, wispy hair, but something that resembles an afro. Everyone comments on how fat my dog is until he gets shaved, then they comment on how weird he looks.

He spent the night retaliating by chasing the cat off the bed about a dozen times while we were trying to sleep.

Thspud, my all black, catnip addicted kitteh, just keeps coming back for more punishnment from the dog, because he has assiciated cuddling up with me with getting more nip. Which is strange, because the nip stash is in the kitchen and the bedroom is not even on the same floor.

zelda_pinwheel · 06-20-2008, 07:32 PM

i have a very good imagination. too good in fact for my own comfort, frequently. overactive, hypersensitive, "is it real or is it memorex" vivid.

so one night, several years ago, i was reading in bed. i think it was a John Dickson Carr book (it might have been "The Plague Court Murders" ; i think i remember the french title being "la maison de la peste" but i could be wrong), the important point is that i had read other books by the author previously and they had been lighthearted, rather amusing mysteries. i had no reason to doubt this new book wouldn't be the same, but in fact it was a whole nother pair of sleeves. the author had decided to try out a sort of supernatural atmosphere, full of suspense and inexplicable phenomena and things going bump in the night, and alas, he was quite good at it. if i had known, i would never have started reading it, and ESPECIALLY not alone, in a silent house, at 1 in the morning.

but, unsuspecting as the first victim in the proverbial bad thriller movie, i went blithely into the attic, so to speak. by the time i realized what i had gotten myself into, it was too late. the nape of my neck was prickling, my heart was pounding, my ears were straining to make out whether i had or not heard a sound, and if yes what in god's name it could have been, and whatever position i was in i had to keep turning over convulsively every few minutes to make sure there were no monsters creeping up behind me.

now i must insert a small parentheses to explain that in general, i find the presence of a cat to be quite reassuring ; if my imagination is playing tricks on me, i look at the cat rolled into a placid ball on the end of the bed, and reason that with her superfine hearing she would be sure to notice anything strange well before me, and being such a nervous cat she would never sleep peacefully if anything were amiss. so on the night in question, feeling quite thoroughly spooked, i glanced down at the end of the bed for some reassurance that there was nothing to fear but fear itself.

this of course, is the moment the cat chose to wake up with a start as if she had heard a clap of thunder, walk stiff-legged and saucer-eyed to the very edge of the bed, lean over, and stare through the doorway into the next room.

now, she could easily have been staring at the other cat, up to no good in the middle of the night, as cats frequently are. but rather than stare at the floor (cat-level) she was staring much higher up. approximately the level of a serial killer's head, as he lay in wait for me, to be precise. or possibly a ghost, which would explain why i didn't hear anything. and she continued to stare, with her head forward, every muscle taut, and ears on full alert, so long that she finally had to sit down (veeeeeery cautiously), but without once even blinking her eyes, which would have fallen out of her head if they had been open any wider.

myself, during this time, i was of course completely paralysed with terror. whatever she was staring at was surely about to come and kill me in my bed. i couldn't even move enough to go look through the door myself. it seemed like hours we stayed like that, the cat staring into the dark room, and me staring at the cat, neither one of us moving a muscle. i can't even remember how long the vigil continued, or who broke it first. i do remember i had to leave the light on all night, and i didn't get much sleep at all, if any.

retrospectively, i realise that this was probably some twisted manifestation of cat humor. somewhere there is a site called "icanhascatfud" where at the very least cats are telling how they kept their hoomans up all night scared of monsters and serial killers, and mocking us, and possibly even a photo of me clutching the sheet up to my chin with the light on, counting the minutes until the sun would come up and i would be safe, with a sarcastic caption. but that is a lot easier to say by the light of day.

anyway this story is to explain why i like living in an appartment, where i know that there are other people within shouting distance, even if they are noisy sometimes, and why i would not want to live in some isolated house in the middle of nowhere if you paid me to. and especially not with a cat.

RickyMaveety · 06-20-2008, 09:57 PM

Oooooo .... I like that one.

When I was very young ... still in my crib, so I was probably a little over one year old (and yes ... I do remember quite well back that far ...), I was in my crib and supposed to be asleep.

My mom had left the bedroom door open and the hall light on (because my bedroom had no windows, so with the door closed it was as dark as it could possibly be -- and no, it's not that odd ... they had built on to the house in such a way that my room was totally enclosed by the rest of the house).

I had my favorite teddy bear in bed with me and was hanging on to him, but I guess one of his legs was poking out of the slats of my crib. I didn't see our cat (Jackie) come into my room, but she apparently did and decided that my teddy was the very toy she was looking to play with.

She grabbed on to one of teddy's legs and began to pull. I pulled back, and back so hard that I pulled Jackie's eyes up to the level of mine. However, because the door (and the light) were behind me, all I could see were these huge glowing eyes.

Nothing like being safe in your crib and then the next thing you know, the minions of hell are trying to steal your teddy bear.

Greg Anos · 06-20-2008, 10:35 PM

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Originally Posted by zelda_pinwheel

anyway this story is to explain why i like living in an appartment, where i know that there are other people within shouting distance, even if they are noisy sometimes, and why i would not want to live in some isolated house in the middle of nowhere if you paid me to. and especially not with a cat.

Well, Zelda, you see why we Texans like our guns. And why old Texans always yelled, "Hallo, the fire!" when coming along a campfire when traveling...

One of my aunts had a mutt dog that could understand about 50 words. If you wanted to talk about going to the store, you had to spell out the words or the dog would go to the back door (where the car was) so he could go too.

Patricia · 06-20-2008, 11:07 PM

I've got nearly a complete set of John Dickson Carr. The Plague Court Murders is atmospheric but the murder method is so totally improbable.

spooky69 · 06-21-2008, 03:50 AM

A dog and a cock, being great friends, agreed to travel together. At nightfall they took shelter in a thick wood. The cock, flying up, perched himself on the branches of a tree, while the dog found a bed beneath in a the hollow trunk. When the morning dawned, the cock, as usual, crowed very loudly several times. A fox heard the sound, and, wishing to make himself a breakfast, came and stood under the branches, saying how earnestly he desired to make the acquaintance of the owner of so magnificent a voice. The cock, suspecting his civilities, said, "Sir, I wish you would do me the favor of going around to the hollow trunk below me and waking my ported, so that he may open the door and let you in." When the fox approached the tree, the dog sprang out and caught him, and tore him to pieces.

zelda_pinwheel · 06-21-2008, 07:26 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by RickyMaveety

Nothing like being safe in your crib and then the next thing you know, the minions of hell are trying to steal your teddy bear.

that one is one icanhascatfud too. that's the kind of experience that would have scarred me for life.

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Originally Posted by Ralph Sir Edward

Well, Zelda, you see why we Texans like our guns. And why old Texans always yelled, "Hallo, the fire!" when coming along a campfire when traveling...

note to self : never ever go wandering around texas without at least one old texan to point out such dangers.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Patricia

I've got nearly a complete set of John Dickson Carr. The Plague Court Murders is atmospheric but the murder method is so totally improbable.

well, you see patricia, that is the sort of calm, reasonable thinking that i am totally incapable of when in prey to my most primitive fears, every basic reptile instinct gibbering. and in fact, i'm not even sure i know what the murder method was ; i can't remember whether i actually finished the book, after that. i may not have ; unlike some, i'm not actually a fan of being frightened out of my wits and spending all night with the light on, watching the minutes pass in unbearable tension. but JD Carr was a fan of rather improbable murder methods anyway, so actually that might not have bothered me. i am very good at suspending disbelief if the book is well-written. and i think it's pretty obvious that i at least found the atmosphere convincing.

Greg Anos · 06-21-2008, 08:29 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by zelda_pinwheel

note to self : never ever go wandering around texas without at least one old texan to point out such dangers.

Willing to guide, if called upon.

06-20-2008, 07:32 PM	#24
zelda_pinwheel zeldinha zippy zeldissima Posts: 27,827 Karma: 921169 Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: Paris, France Device: eb1150 & is that a nook in her pocket, or she just happy to see you?	no, i won't watch "The Ring" with you. and don't tell me about it either. i have a very good imagination. too good in fact for my own comfort, frequently. overactive, hypersensitive, "is it real or is it memorex" vivid. so one night, several years ago, i was reading in bed. i think it was a John Dickson Carr book (it might have been "The Plague Court Murders" ; i think i remember the french title being "la maison de la peste" but i could be wrong), the important point is that i had read other books by the author previously and they had been lighthearted, rather amusing mysteries. i had no reason to doubt this new book wouldn't be the same, but in fact it was a whole nother pair of sleeves. the author had decided to try out a sort of supernatural atmosphere, full of suspense and inexplicable phenomena and things going bump in the night, and alas, he was quite good at it. if i had known, i would never have started reading it, and ESPECIALLY not alone, in a silent house, at 1 in the morning. but, unsuspecting as the first victim in the proverbial bad thriller movie, i went blithely into the attic, so to speak. by the time i realized what i had gotten myself into, it was too late. the nape of my neck was prickling, my heart was pounding, my ears were straining to make out whether i had or not heard a sound, and if yes what in god's name it could have been, and whatever position i was in i had to keep turning over convulsively every few minutes to make sure there were no monsters creeping up behind me. now i must insert a small parentheses to explain that in general, i find the presence of a cat to be quite reassuring ; if my imagination is playing tricks on me, i look at the cat rolled into a placid ball on the end of the bed, and reason that with her superfine hearing she would be sure to notice anything strange well before me, and being such a nervous cat she would never sleep peacefully if anything were amiss. so on the night in question, feeling quite thoroughly spooked, i glanced down at the end of the bed for some reassurance that there was nothing to fear but fear itself. this of course, is the moment the cat chose to wake up with a start as if she had heard a clap of thunder, walk stiff-legged and saucer-eyed to the very edge of the bed, lean over, and stare through the doorway into the next room. now, she could easily have been staring at the other cat, up to no good in the middle of the night, as cats frequently are. but rather than stare at the floor (cat-level) she was staring much higher up. approximately the level of a serial killer's head, as he lay in wait for me, to be precise. or possibly a ghost, which would explain why i didn't hear anything. and she continued to stare, with her head forward, every muscle taut, and ears on full alert, so long that she finally had to sit down (veeeeeery cautiously), but without once even blinking her eyes, which would have fallen out of her head if they had been open any wider. myself, during this time, i was of course completely paralysed with terror. whatever she was staring at was surely about to come and kill me in my bed. i couldn't even move enough to go look through the door myself. it seemed like hours we stayed like that, the cat staring into the dark room, and me staring at the cat, neither one of us moving a muscle. i can't even remember how long the vigil continued, or who broke it first. i do remember i had to leave the light on all night, and i didn't get much sleep at all, if any. retrospectively, i realise that this was probably some twisted manifestation of cat humor. somewhere there is a site called "icanhascatfud" where at the very least cats are telling how they kept their hoomans up all night scared of monsters and serial killers, and mocking us, and possibly even a photo of me clutching the sheet up to my chin with the light on, counting the minutes until the sun would come up and i would be safe, with a sarcastic caption. but that is a lot easier to say by the light of day. anyway this story is to explain why i like living in an appartment, where i know that there are other people within shouting distance, even if they are noisy sometimes, and why i would not want to live in some isolated house in the middle of nowhere if you paid me to. and especially not with a cat.

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06-09-2008, 03:39 PM	#16
zelda_pinwheel zeldinha zippy zeldissima Posts: 27,827 Karma: 921169 Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: Paris, France Device: eb1150 & is that a nook in her pocket, or she just happy to see you?	yeah, i'm supposed to be working too...

06-09-2008, 07:50 PM	#17
Nate the great Sir Penguin of Edinburgh Posts: 12,375 Karma: 23555235 Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: DC Metro area Device: Shake a stick plus 1	I think I'll start with Laniesha. She's a Boston Terrier, and not the most graceful of dogs. She's the only dog I know who has tripped herself by stepping on her own foot. She also regularly misses when she tries to jump up on to my lap. Of course, that's not quite as funny as when she tries to jump up on a bed, gets stuck half on half off and tries desperately to not fall off.

06-09-2008, 07:54 PM	#18
tirsales MIA ... but returning som Posts: 1,600 Karma: 511342 Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: Germany Device: PRS-505 and Really not owning a PRS-700	g That reminds me. Some days ago my dog wanted to jump on a porch swing in my sisters garden. She hit - but the swing started swinging. Irritated she wanted to jump down again - and while starting the swing swang back and she fall down instead of her normal graceful jumping ... But of course she couldn't let that lie and jumped back on/off several times until she knew how to do it. And now, each time we visit my sis, we cant get her down of the swing. She likes the soft cushions and the good view

06-09-2008, 10:06 PM	#20
Nate the great Sir Penguin of Edinburgh Posts: 12,375 Karma: 23555235 Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: DC Metro area Device: Shake a stick plus 1	Yes, she is. She's the only one I could get to hold still for the picture. She's my baby.

06-09-2008, 11:57 PM	#22
UncleDuke books & doughnuts Posts: 882 Karma: 37857 Join Date: Jan 2007 Location: usa Device: sony reader, kindle2	cat spleens and doggy=do=dah life and death in the poetry lane

06-10-2008, 08:51 AM	#23
pshrynk Beepbeep n beebeep, yeah! Posts: 11,726 Karma: 8255450 Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: La Crosse, Wisconsin, aka America's IceBox Device: iThingie, KmkII, I miss Zelda!	I gave Maxwell, the Mutant Yorkshire Terrorist his first summer shave last night. Ended up with more hair than dog. He does not have the ususal Yorkie fine, wispy hair, but something that resembles an afro. Everyone comments on how fat my dog is until he gets shaved, then they comment on how weird he looks. He spent the night retaliating by chasing the cat off the bed about a dozen times while we were trying to sleep. Thspud, my all black, catnip addicted kitteh, just keeps coming back for more punishnment from the dog, because he has assiciated cuddling up with me with getting more nip. Which is strange, because the nip stash is in the kitchen and the bedroom is not even on the same floor.

06-20-2008, 09:57 PM	#25
RickyMaveety Holy S**T!!! Posts: 5,213 Karma: 108401 Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: San Diego, California!! Device: Kindle and iPad	Oooooo .... I like that one. When I was very young ... still in my crib, so I was probably a little over one year old (and yes ... I do remember quite well back that far ...), I was in my crib and supposed to be asleep. My mom had left the bedroom door open and the hall light on (because my bedroom had no windows, so with the door closed it was as dark as it could possibly be -- and no, it's not that odd ... they had built on to the house in such a way that my room was totally enclosed by the rest of the house). I had my favorite teddy bear in bed with me and was hanging on to him, but I guess one of his legs was poking out of the slats of my crib. I didn't see our cat (Jackie) come into my room, but she apparently did and decided that my teddy was the very toy she was looking to play with. She grabbed on to one of teddy's legs and began to pull. I pulled back, and back so hard that I pulled Jackie's eyes up to the level of mine. However, because the door (and the light) were behind me, all I could see were these huge glowing eyes. Nothing like being safe in your crib and then the next thing you know, the minions of hell are trying to steal your teddy bear.

06-20-2008, 11:07 PM	#27
Patricia Reader Posts: 11,504 Karma: 8720163 Join Date: May 2007 Location: South Wales, UK Device: Sony PRS-500, PRS-505, Asus EEEpc 4G	I've got nearly a complete set of John Dickson Carr. The Plague Court Murders is atmospheric but the murder method is so totally improbable.

06-21-2008, 03:50 AM	#28
spooky69 Stats: Posts: 233 Karma: 1189 Join Date: Nov 2007 Device: Sony PRS-505	A dog and a cock, being great friends, agreed to travel together. At nightfall they took shelter in a thick wood. The cock, flying up, perched himself on the branches of a tree, while the dog found a bed beneath in a the hollow trunk. When the morning dawned, the cock, as usual, crowed very loudly several times. A fox heard the sound, and, wishing to make himself a breakfast, came and stood under the branches, saying how earnestly he desired to make the acquaintance of the owner of so magnificent a voice. The cock, suspecting his civilities, said, "Sir, I wish you would do me the favor of going around to the hollow trunk below me and waking my ported, so that he may open the door and let you in." When the fox approached the tree, the dog sprang out and caught him, and tore him to pieces.

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