I know this is freaky-funny at the same time, but has anyone's pet ever eaten your homework for real? I would expect this from a dog, but from my bird? I never thought that she would do that to my literature homework. oh well, can't stay mad at her, she's just so cute and cuddly *pets her on the head with a finger * Ouch! Looks like I have to train her a bit more.

anyone have a pet story to share?

ya i do. when my lab retriver was a pup and i lived in my old house.. he used to ring the doorbell to let us know when to let him in doors... only thing is that we did not know it was him in the first place. It was funny to open the front door and no one was even there... (my dog was at the back door ringing the bell back there) it took me awhile to figure it out that it was him! but then again i trained him myself contraty to what my bro says.

cheers!
AP

I've had several birds, so I could see one doing that. They love tearing up paper, and fingers.

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ya i do. when my lab retriver was a pup and i lived in my old house.. he used to ring the doorbell to let us know when to let him in doors... only thing is that we did not know it was him in the first place. It was funny to open the front door and no one was even there... (my dog was at the back door ringing the bell back there) it took me awhile to figure it out that it was him! but then again i trained him myself contraty to what my bro says.

lol That's too funny.

I remember as a kid my mom's big male rottweiler (not as a puppy) had a bad habbit of eating the couch. Literally would tear off the carpetting then would chew on the wood, and then would lay in the hallway, pick out one of my dad's thick books from the lower shelf and start chewing on it. I couldn't stop him from doing it either 'cause he would rip my hand off, gave me quite a few scars. I lost watches and hairbrushes from him snooping around on counters and desks.
Another time would be when my baby racoon turned my room upside down. She stayed in a cage when no one was in my room but would let her out when I was in my room, but leaving her unsupervised to answer the phone in the living room she had went fishing in my fish tank, climbed ontop of the china cabinet my grandma made by hand to chew the top of it, climbed up and into and hid in my closet. But the worst when leaving her unattended for a minute was when she walked over the keyboard of my labtop and deleted a story I had been working on. I was really mad then and gave her a good reason to run and hide.

My little doggy didn't do anything interesting except lay around all day and bark at every single person that even dared to come near the gate.

I have a... Sheep that chases cats?

Does that count?

My parrot tried to eat my dog, and my neighbor's kitten. It is probably fate's way of getting revenge on the dog for trying to eat one of our parekeets. The parekeets were vicious, devil birds of d00m, one of which would latch onto the flap of sking between your thumb and finger and wouldn't let go for anything.

I haven't seen one bird yet that was nice. Was bitten by a bird once for no reason and tried pulling back to get it off my hand and it wouldn't let go then here comes it's other buddy from the side to join in on the fun. Luckily it decided to let go before the other one could join.

My birds bite but I've never seen a bird to be that vicous. This is one of my birds, the one that ate my homework.

I'll post a pic of Coony then doing what she did best: Terrorizing and playing. It'll be up in a few days or so.

I was in a class recently, and a kid walks up to the teacher with a note. It seems the kid's dog actually did eat his homework... His parents wrote a note for the teacher so he could get by.

Wow. The oldest excuse in the book, come true!

:lol
poor kid. I atleast redid my homework. I wonder what kind of homework it was?

Well I have three cockatiels and they have decided to bite and peel the labels off of things on a nearby shelf.
I have a small refridgerator near them and keep a few things on a wire shelf that stands next to the fridge And their cages.
They have free run of an area. I live in a basement and have my computer near them, a fish tank and the fridge.
So far they have gotten a small box of ceral, the label off my nestle quick, a can of Bush's baked beans and can of soup.
The female who was unfriendly and didn't like to be touched or picked up has suddenly gotten into the habit of flying onto my head as I am on the computer then coming onto my neck and trying to clean my teeth and face and under my finger nails while I type.
Soooooo annoying..!!
Da'yeyinde

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The female who was unfriendly and didn't like to be touched or picked up has suddenly gotten into the habit of flying onto my head as I am on the computer then coming onto my neck and trying to clean my teeth and face and under my finger nails while I type.

lol Does that mean you don't have to go the dentist now?
Anyway, I got two pictures of Coony. Excuse the mess in both pictures - everything in the background of the second pic, even the building and sadly the horse is gone, the first pic became a mess from Coony but now that I'm not living there anymore is even more of a mess from my brother.





The horse in the background was spoilt rotten and for awhile had a bad habit of chasing my brother, the guy barely seen in the second pic, whenever he came into her field.

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:lol poor kid. I atleast redid my homework. I wonder what kind of homework it was?

It was math homework.

OMG! coony is so cute and cuddly. and dont' worry about the mess, My room is three time more messy. especially with all the research projects I've had to do.

eesh, math... hard to redo.

Well... coming from a farm in New Zealand... we have many animals, but no real pets, the horses and dogs we keep are strictly for working purposes, tho i did alot of pig hunting (we lived in high bush country, parents still live there) so i had three pit bull/staffy crosses that i used for pig hunting, i got em of a mate of mine, they are bred for what they do.

anyways, one of them always had a habit of trying to latch onto the rear tyres of the quads we ride arond on the flatter country, yet, every time, it didn't matter witch quad you were riding, he would latch onto the rear tyres, very funny!!

Mar.

One of our dogs (teckels, bred for hunting.... god, how I miss those dogs, they're long dead now) was VERY picky about the dog food she got served.
If it was either the special brand she liked or maybe some meat leftovers from a deer or something like that, she ate like there was no morning!
However, when the dog food was something else than that, she first circled around her foodbowl a few times, eyeing her food with a suspecting look on her face, then she stood in front of it, barked at it as if it was an enemy and then threw over the bowl by either using her snout, her feet or simply by jumping onto it or running it over, splattering the damn chow across the whole kitchen.
Also, she was a tricky one: once found a hole at the bottom of our fence and wiggled through it (many times before we found out where she slipped out) and went straight down the road. And this dog knew where the goodies were! She sat in front of the butcher's shop, waiting for people to exit; then she'd either slip into the shop, positioning herself in front of the counter and barking at the butcher as is she wanted to say "The sausages or your life!", or she'd continue sitting in front of the store, giving people who'd just bought something the cute dog face to get something.
Our male teckel was a rather quiet, carefree fellow... until he was either taken to assist in the hunt (he dug like a madman through those burrows to get the foxes) or if he saw a cat or a bunny or something like that. Lorbass (that's his name, rough english translation would be Prankster) once smelled something across the fence, gave a short howl and then - to my surprise - jumped over the low fence. The rest was red gore and pieces of white fur flying around as he ripped up some poor kid's lost white pet bunny... that was kinda sad.

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Also, she was a tricky one: once found a hole at the bottom of our fence and wiggled through it (many times before we found out where she slipped out) and went straight down the road. And this dog knew where the goodies were! She sat in front of the butcher's shop, waiting for people to exit; then she'd either slip into the shop, positioning herself in front of the counter and barking at the butcher as is she wanted to say "The sausages or your life!", or she'd continue sitting in front of the store, giving people who'd just bought something the cute dog face to get something.

Sounds kind of like our dogs, they were burrowers too. My dad eventually had to continue our wire fence several feet underground then embed the entire length of the fence in concrete in order to keep them in. The dogs weren't too bright, if they escaped they wouldn't be able to find their way back and could very easily get hit by a car.

In one house we lived in, my parents would leave the sliding door in the back open and put a couch in front of the door to keep the dogs in. It didn't work, however, because the dogs would run in, jump onto the seat of the couch, jump onto the top, then jump out. My parents eventually gave up, closed the door, and moved the couch again the opposite wall. So the dogs ran in, jumped onto the couch, jumped onto the top, then jumped into the wall. They ended up doing this several times. They were definitely not the brightest animals.