When my beagle was a baby she would stand in front of the couch, under the coffee table, stare at the couch, crouch, line up her shot, jump up and bang her head on the coffee table. She did this often enough to earn her the title Silly Bonks. Her full name is Princess Fancy Pants ‘Silly Bonks’ of House Cuddlepup.

I also recently taught her to stand up on her hind legs and spin around. Sometimes she jumps up and spins so aggressively she falls over.

She will run as hard and fast as she can on wet grass at the park and fall and just roll like three or four times, I’m not sure if shes slipping or doing it on purpose.

She learned if she stands on the couch she can reach out and put her front paws on the doorknob to look out the window in the front door. She had a couple good tumbles before she figured out how to properly dismount that one.

One of our dogs turns off the Roomba by thwacking the button with her paw. It took awhile to catch her in the act.

I was at a dinner party with my shepherd-mix. While we humans sat at the table, he strolled around, went to the kitchen and found a small, delicious smelling trashcan. It had cooked chicken bones in it, not good for dogs. Unable to open it on his own, luckily, he grabbed the whole trashcan and brought it to me to open for him. Everyone was laughing. He was sad though that I did not help him get what he wanted but I was a little bit proud of him.

He was a great dog and lived to be 16. Rest in peace, buddy.

My cat brings me leaves and pine cones that he’s “killed”. He’s always extremely pleased with himself.

My new angel, a 2 year old female 6 pound spayed chihuahua, humps her toys like she owes them money. I guess I’m just glad she’s getting extra cardio. Still awkward AF when we lock eyes.

I was petsitting for friends on vacation who had just adopted kittens. I went to the bathroom to pee, and while I was peeing one kitten jumped onto the rim of the toilet bowl and slipped and fell in. It took a second or so to stop the stream and get kitty out of there, and then I had to gently wash him in the bathtub.

I was cracking up so hard, but felt so bad for the kitten.

Once my sisters dog tried to jump on the settee, with his blanket in his mouth, couldn’t grip to jump up and then fell back down.

The first cat I had (as a teen on my own) was the most amazing character. We used to go on walks to a corner store and she’d patiently wait for me while I shopped.

One day on our walk back from the store I saw her stop in her tracks, and then she was gone. I looked ahead and saw that some friends had decided to visit … and they had brought their dogs.

Psycho wasn’t your typical female cat. She was territorial as hell and protected her turf with a ferocity of a lion.

By the time I got to the house she had managed to terrorize the hell out of those three dogs, then wrap herself around the muzzle of one while biting his nose. That poor dog was screaming and swinging his head back and forth trying to shake Psycho off … to no avail.

I was finally able to pry her off and she promptly ran through the old milk chute to hide in the basement. My friends decided the best thing to do was take their dogs home to nurse their small wounds.

Needless to say the dogs never visited again.

“It was raining in the garden. Mog thought, ‘Perhaps the sun is shining in the street’. When the milkman came she ran out. The milkman shut the door. The sun was not shining in the street after all. It was raining. “

Start a vasectomy foundation, free vasectomy for childless guys. Support abortion. Every human not born is worth more than any human already born can do for the environment.

My first cat started his life living with my friend in her flat. Her kitchen was long with a very slippery floor. The cat would stand by the kitchen door with a toy at his feet, begging someone to throw it into the kitchen for him. He’d run, jump into the kitchen, skid along the floor, grab the toy on his way past and turn around at the end of the skid so he could run back to you with it to throw it again.

I had a large bag on the footrest in my living room. My current overlord jumped into the bag which immediately slid off the footrest and onto the floor upside down. He attacked me for the next few minutes when I tried to move it.

I caught him once trying to open the back door by standing on his hind legs and pulling down on the door handle.

The little shadow tiger has decided she does not like the cold tile floor in the kitchen on her little paw pads in the mornings. So she does this little hoppy move sideways into almost a gallop before the hind legs get into as much of a hurry as the front and nearly send her rolling out of the kitchen into the safe carpet of the living room

I let my cat Té (tea in spanish) smell a teabag once, since he always sat by me when i brewed them. He stared at it for a few seconds then punched the shit out of it, spilled it’s herbs all over the floor then ran away with the now empty teabag on it’s mouth, as if it were a toy. There’s probably some deep symbolism to be made here or something.

My dog did a similar thing. Poke head out the flap, check on my whereabouts in the backyard, go back inside to do dog stuff.