[ SECRET POST #5369 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #5369 ⌋

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Re: Ridiculous pet things

[(Anonymous)]

My first dog Polly (1975-1994, rest in peace, sweet girl) was half border collie and would've made an EXCELLENT sheepdog if she wasn't a suburban family dog, because she LOVED to herd my little brother all over the yard (L M F A O), and she loved chasing the UPS truck (within the confines of our fenced-in yard, she would hunker down the way border collies do when they herd sheep and race from one end of the yard to the other as it went by, every day, for years).

Moon (a cat) loved to "talk": he would make beeping/meeping sounds at me and my roommate, and sit in the bedroom window and "chat" with birds, other cats, and passers-by every morning. He was also a huge fan of the "Oh, You're Going To The Bathroom At 3AM? GONNA POUNCE ON YOUR FEET AND BITE YOUR TOES AND ANKLES BEFORE RUNNING OFF INTO THE DARKNESS LAUGHING AT YOUR BITCHASS!!!" game. He also took a dump in my work shoes when he was mad at me once. I did not discover that until I put my foot in the shoe. Its funny NOW, lol. Rest in peace, Moonkitty, you little shit.

Max, the first dog my husband and I got together, was a rescue and former bait dog that we spoiled rotten for 17 years. He LOVED to attack the automatic sprinklers at our condo complex. One of the best laughs of my entire life was the first time he ever did that. I still remember that evening. I laughed so hard my face hurt the next day. He just kept barking and biting at the water, it was the funniest thing! Max loved when we ordered Chinese food and loved to eat hot peppers, he would roll on the floor and paw at his mouth and then eat another pepper. He also enjoyed eating the occasional bee. Rest in peace, Pupworth P. Puppington.

Olive is my current dog. She has an autoimmune condition that attacks her joints and makes it hard for her to walk (she is under veterinary care and takes meds for her condition), so she is even more spoiled than Max was! We take her everywhere with us and she has her own stroller. She is a notorious sock and underwear thief and I own several pair of both that have tiny little teeth holes in them from where she's taken them and chewed them. She taps you with her paw when she wants your attention, despises baths and nail trims, and can sit up and beg if you're eating something tasty.