was that my dog?

Thanks Jennifer for your comments and your suggestion for a topic to discuss:

most embarrassing moment with your dog.

In the spirit of Monday morning, this is the second time I will attempt to write this.  Thank-you Mr. Gates for making my life so easy with your buggy little Explorer program that chooses when I should be finished typing by locking up my system, suspending my words in some frozen story hell never to be retrieved no matter how much a swear at the screen.  BAHH!

So what was I saying?  Right - most embarrassing dog moment.

Well my dog's aren't really the outgoing kind, which I think you need if you are going to have an embarrassing moment.  My two most recent dogs, the late Curly and Cooper, were both referred to at the Humane Society as dogs 'that require confidence building'.  Ok - you're good enough, smart enough... maybe not that kind of confidence building. 

Curly (a.k.a Mr. Anti-social) would actually leave the room if too many people (i.e. two) would enter the room.  He wouldn't run out of the room scared, but slowly drag himself to his feet after about a minute of listening to the racket in the room and slowly wander out as if to say, "can't an old man get some peace and quiet around here".  A little embarrassing when you are trying to appear as though your dog actually likes you.  You were a funny dog Curly.

Cooper (a.k.a Pretty Boy) on the other hand would go running out of the room scared.  You drop something, boom out of the room.  Someone knocks, off he goes.  TIMID.  So I decide to take Cooper to the dog park to witness how real dogs behave.  Build confidence.  Get some exercise.  The first few times were a little hairy.  and I do mean hairy - he would puff up like a cat in front to a pack of dogs.  Dude needed some serious help.  Eventually he got the hang of playing so I could relax and stop watching every sniff he took.  As I wandered around chatting about dog things with other dog people who I only know by their dog's name, I hear this scuffle and big dog snarls from behind.  We all turn and here comes my little Cooper with a huge tuft of black and brown fur hanging off his little white chin and Rudy, a big long haired German Sheppard pup on his tail.  I think we could have gotten away with it except that I was standing with Rudy's owner at the time.  Rudy, just so you know, was not hurt.  It appears the long hair has some valuable qualities besides looking pretty.  I'm sure there was plenty of replacement hair where that came from.  I have since learned that Cooper has a bit of a complex when it comes to larger dogs.  He really is a sweet dog.  Good thing Rudy's humans have a good sense of humour.

That's all I have for stories.  Not that exciting I'm afraid.  BUT I'm sure Bonnie and Quinn have stories about their two clowns.  These two are as outgoing as it gets.

And I'm sure you could find a couple funny pug stories here.

How about you Jennifer - any embarrassing stories to share?

Or anyone else?  We're all ears. 

Comments

[dana]

my most embarrassing dog moment (or lucy's) was when i bought her leg bones from safeway that were sliced way too thinly - picture a flat donut - so that she actually got the bone stuck on her lower jaw. she freaked out, then i freaked out.

when we got the vet, they just laughed. apparently it wasn't the first time they'd seen this. they did have to put her under while they sawed it off. cha-ching!

i wish i had the presence of mind to take a photo.....she looked like a dog descendant of one of those african tribes that put rings in strange places...

[Chris]

I'll add mine so long as it's just between us, OK. ;)

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and I was sitting in my recliner thinking about taking a snooze. Mackenzie, my female Golden, was whining to join me so I put her on my lap and went horizontal. She stretched out with her head on my chest and we napped for an hour or so. It was a nice...one of those moments that you'll always remember. That is until she started to heave.

I'm horizontal mind you, and she starts heaving with her head on my chest. I had seen this before and knew what was about to happen. Trouble was, I couldn't do much about it. I was worried that, if I moved her, she would launch her...previously eaten food...in the basket with the magazines (to my right) or inside the chair itself (to my left) as I'm constantly loosing change in there. Anyway, I decided to stretch my shirt out as if I was a fireman waiting for someone to jump from four floors above. Well, Mackenzie hit the target and threw-up right on my shirt. Let's just say that concluded our nap...

I'll admit my wife and I were laughing pretty hard about the whole thing. Actually, I'm chuckling just writing this!

And no, we haven't napped in the recliner since...she's gotten way too big!

Wags - Chris