Funny other animal stories

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Not funny but a good fish story.

When I was in Jr high school we (sister and I) were living in the Central Valley of California.
It gets pretty hot there in summer and this happened in summer.
We found a large coffee can in the trash dumpster 1/2 full o warm water and two goldfish.

Who would “throw away “ fish like that??

Anyway we rescued them and the lived for quite a few years and got really big.

 

[wrench13]

Our Jack Russel terrier, Sasha, was nothing if anything - RELENTLESS! Even for a Jack Russel. One time we had piled up all the brush from around the property into a big pile, easily 8-10 feet tall, just a big ol' pile. Sasha was so damn driven to retrieve her ball she'd do anything to get it. By mistake I threw it to her from the back porch, 1 story up and it landed on the top of the brush pile. That dog DOVE head first into the brush pile, just plowed in. The whole pile started shaking and quivering. All of a sudden this little dog head would pop up, swivel around to take stock and then pop back in. More shaking. Another head pop up. At this point my wife and I are crying we are laughing so much. After 7 or 8 tries, Sasha finally came up underneath the ball, snatched it and exited the brush pile and came straight up to us, like a good dog. I couldn't resist the temptation, and threw it back onto the pile! This went on for a good 45 minutes, until Geri and I were getting sick from laughing so much.

That dog spent a whole afternoon 1 time trying to climb a tree where her Frizbee was stuck on a limb, in full sight. Relentless!

 

[GaleriaGila]

I love this thread. Y'all got me LAUGHING and EEK-ing all the way!
Usually, I have a horror story or two abut the Rb that rivals ANY others, but not this time.
The closest I can come is that on rare occasions over the decades, I have found insect parts (a cricket leg, a moth wing, a mangled lightning bug) in the cage floor. One time I found him on his high perch, holding that huge grotesque cricket leg, using it to scritch his head. Ewwwwwwwwwwwww!

 

[Pickle's Mom]

I love this thread. Y'all got me LAUGHING and EEK-ing all the way!
Usually, I have a horror story or two abut the Rb that rivals ANY others, but not this time.
The closest I can come is that on rare occasions over the decades, I have found insect parts (a cricket leg, a moth wing, a mangled lightning bug) in the cage floor. One time I found him on his high perch, holding that huge grotesque cricket leg, using it to scritch his head. Ewwwwwwwwwwwww!

Ewww! That would get to me lol Very ingenious though . Lucky he didn't use it to reach through cage to reach anything!

 

[Vampiric_Conure]

My first service dog, Aaerro, hated veggies. I went to Subway once and bought a sandwich with the intention of sharing it with her when I got home. Well, when it was time to eat it, I offered her a piece with some lettuce in it. She took one look, then with her incisors pulled ht lettuce out, tossed it to the side, and then ate the rest of the piece I offered. What a brat, LOL

Then there was the time she burned her tongue on the apartment radiator...

 

[GaleriaGila]

OMG! I remember another story that doesn't have the Rb in it.
Back in New Mexico, our home, I had a big cage of canaries by a big window in our rural desert house. One morning i discovered a small, harmless bull snake HANGING from the window eave, staring, swinging back and forth, salivating (hey, maybe) while "'admiring" the little birds. I shrieked, and my poor ol' man had to go out and catch the snake in a pool-net, and toss him back out into the distant brush. Well! It did not take no for an answer. It returned to the window day after day. Kirby had to go chase him or relocate him for weeks. It might skip a day or two but always kept trying. It would sometime look right at me while hanging there, as if begging... "c'mon, just one... gimme just one." Finally he went away,
He never visited the Rb's window, just maybe ten feet away. Too big, too loud, maybe

 

[Rival_of_the_Rickeybird]

OMG! I remember another story that doesn't have the Rb in it.
Back in New Mexico, our home, I had a big cage of canaries by a big window in our rural desert house. One morning i discovered a small, harmless bull snake HANGING from the window eave, staring, swinging back and forth, salivating (hey, maybe) while "'admiring" the little birds. I shrieked, and my poor ol' man had to go out and catch the snake in a pool-net, and toss him back out into the distant brush. Well! It did not take no for an answer. It returned to the window day after day. Kirby had to go chase him or relocate him for weeks. It might skip a day or two but always kept trying. It would sometime look right at me while hanging there, as if begging... "c'mon, just one... gimme just one." Finally he went away,
He never visited the Rb's window, just maybe ten feet away. Too big, too loud, maybe

Yes. True story. I recall the horrific screams of my dear Missus when she encountered said snake (Pituophis catenifer sayi, I do believe). I had to scramble outside to the window and vanquish the critter. After a while he would see me coming and drop to the ground and streak away. I felt bad for the snake------- he was just looking, but hey we all know who runs the house. And it ain't me.

 

[Vampiric_Conure]

I have a story about Omen Ink, aka Omen, the younger of my 2 cats. He was only a few months old when he went to jump on the play table in the bedroom (One of those rickety tables from the 70's for kids). Omen was running down the apartment hall, jumped on the table, skittered, trying to gain a foothold, and slid right off the table into a display case. Funny as heck to see, LOL!

The culprit:

 

[DonnaBudgie]

This is Snappy, the baby snapping turtle I found in my yard. She was so tiny when we found her that I decided to keep her and feed her just until she got big enough to avoid being eaten by a large fish, loon, or other hungry critter. I had her for almost 18 months and she went from about 10grams to 65 grams before she got sick and I had to put her down. I cried so hard when Snappy died. She was such a beautiful dinosaur and I wanted so badly for her to grow up to be one of the ancients in the lake.

 

[DonnaBudgie]

What I learned from trying to raise Snappy is that wild aquatic reptiles belong in the wild or in the hands of professionals. Their dietary and environmental needs are complex. I never intended for Snappy to be a pet but my good intentions to put her back in the shallows of the lake were misguided.