Baby just love giving massage for me and also she love to play fetch which it cute hehehe... She also only have one favorite toy which she carry almost half of time everywhere lol. Even though i brought same toy and she wouldnt use it just only fav toy hehe which it cute. She also very good poser for pictures lol..
Trouble just bring me balls or toys laying around and she will give me it and it was cute tho cuz that mean i dont have to pick up toys but also she got cute pictures that say "I am tough/cool look"...
So hopefully that you can reply cuz i love to know what cutest thing that your pets did
I love to watch my black cat, Zorro, attack my dogs. He'll play with my lab, they'll roll around on the floor playfully nipping at each other. With my gs and rottie he, the cat, will suddenly grab them on either side of their nose with his claws and hold on. The dogs look at me and whine as if asking if they have to put up with this treatment, but they won't hurt the cat. It's as if Zorro has no concept of the difference in body and teeth size!
I dont have the cutest but I do have a very funny one.
Ok think back to 1993, I had two cats, 1 bird and 1 great dane who all played well together. Although we kept bird in his cage when we were sleeping when we were home not sleeping he was out with everyone. So the dog would lay down, the cats snuggle up to him and the bird was ontop of the dogs back and they would rest/sleep there. Well one day the the bird was spooked and flew right into the dogs mouth, my ex and I ran over to the dog, I taught the dog to let me down his throat.(dont ask another funny story) and well before we got there the dog was upset and spit the bird out and sneezed. The bird flew to the cats and they licked him clean. this was a grey cheaked parakeet. I think their nickname was pocket parrot. Omg it was the funniest thing in the world. We thought it took so long but only just a few seconds. I couldnt beleive it! We laughed while we were checking him out after we took him from the cats.
O wait I have another, my great dane use to stand up turn the kitchen light on check the refridgerator top and see if we had a bone there for him if we did he would take it.
we have alot of cats and funny stories...but right now I think the cutest thing is Munkie...he is the one I hand raised form 4 hours old...
he is now nearing 8 months old and still sleeps with his teddy bear...the one I put in the box to snuggle with when I was bottle feeding him....
when I turn off lights and head upstairs...he comes and runs up ahead of me and goes and lays on his towels in the bathroom...where his teddy bear is also located...he watches me fill his soda bottles with hot water and tuck them in under the towels...then he lays down, takes a bath and pulls his teddy close to go to sleep...
In the morning...he will jump on the first person's lap that goes into the bathroom...he does not care that the person is trying to take care of business in there...he lays on their lap, belly up, to have his ears rubbed...and if you do not rub his ears, he will use his front paws and rub his own ears...
Then when time to go wake up my son for school, I say, "Come on Munkie, let's go wake up C!"....Munkie chirps, runs into my son's room, jumps onto the bed and starts rubbing up and down against his face....or if my son is laying on his stomach, Munkie will lay on his back and massage his shoulders then flop over and roll against his head and shoulders....
All of my shelties have had unique personalities, but Mickey (1987 - 2003)was by far the one who gave me the most laughs.
As a puppy he was very hard to housebreak - something unusual for a sheltie. I had only had him about 2-3 weeks, so he was about 2 months old, and I caught him squatting in the living room (again!) and yelled out a harsh "NO!, then I started to run toward him. He gave me that guilty look (we all know it) and ran to hide under the dining room table (around the corner). When I got there, he was under the table with his paws covering his eyes, as though he thought that if he couldn't see me, then I couldn't see him. I just stood there and burst out laughing. He slowly moved one paw down off his eye and looked up at me with the most pathetic look. That day he completely stole my heart, and of course the recent transgression in the living room was completely forgotten. He always knew how to tug at my heart so I would forgive him no matter what he did.
He was also my slipper and sock thief. My feet tend to get cold, so I like to have nice fuzzy slippers. My daughter (only 7 when we got him) did not seem to be able to take off her socks without balling them up and leaving them on the floor. Every sock that was balled up like that immediately became Mickey's toy. He would grab it and run like a maniac through the house with it (an activity often called 'sheltie terrors'). I don't know if an alligator's bite is tighter than his was when you tried to get the sock back. He would also take my slippers every night and I would find my daughter's socks and my slippers all through the house. Every morning it was the 'great slipper hunt'. This went on for years and I never knew when he got them or what he did with them, but they were never damaged. One night I heard him running and barking in the main part of the house. I got up and watched as he played a kind of relay game - running with one item to the next. When he reached his new target, he would drop the one he had, let out a 'yip' and grab the next object and run off with it. I watched him for about 5 minutes in total amazement until I couldn't hold it any more and started laughing. It wasn't until then that he realized I was there. He stopped, tucked his ears and tail and looked like he thought he was in BIG trouble. I quickly let him know that he wasn't in trouble and the look of relief on his face was adorable. He continued to play this game until about the last year of his life, and after I found him doing it, I went an bought him a bunch of fuzzy toys he could use for his game. Every morning I'd have to play 'toy roundup' and put them back in their basket. ANd I think until the day he died, he laid claim to every balled-up sock he found.
"A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself." ~ Josh Billings.
