I told you earlier about my friend’s crazy (I mean lucky!) cat and her miraculous survival story.
Consider this an open invitation to start receiving your crazy pet stories.
I’d love to hear ’em in the comments below!
In the meantime, it just so happens that I have a whole slew of crazy dog stories to share myself…
There have so many one-of-a-kind experiences in our household…
… numerous bouts with doggie diarrhea
… how our dogs have chased — and sometimes captured — wildlife (including a baby bunny rabbit!)
… how we lived through some crate training mishaps
… our dogs making a habit out of eating rabbit poo
And those are just the ones I’ve already written about!
Now, for the ones I haven’t told you about yet…
There was the time that Destin fell out the car window… on a 4-lane highway… while making a curvy turn… with the window halfway up. It’s true, when you’re called upon to act in times of crisis, you can do the impossible — like carry a 70-lb dog by yourself from the middle of the road (where he was just “hanging out” — looking a bit dazed & confused) all the way back to where you managed to pull over & park your car! (He was perfectly fine.)
And I’ll never forget the night we learned the value of emergency pet clinics. You know, the ones that work evenings & weekends when most vets are closed. (More on that later.)
Oh, and then there was the time — no, the TIMES — when Tenor (the “puppy chewer” in the family) destroyed things like: the TV remote control, a cheap pair of sunglasses, dozens of stuffed animals, tags from virutally any toy/bedding/towel/etc left lying around the house, the foam (that was nearest the tag) from inside a contoured therapeutic pillow, the belt-loop on Jim’s favorite pair of shorts, one of Jim’s favorite 4×4 offroad t-shirts, the loop that was sewn into my thick & fluffy $100 Victoria’s Secret robe (…a birthday gift from Jim — the only item I’d actually let him buy me from Victoria’s Secret).
Not to mention the time Jersey nipped at Destin (when he was the newcomer in the household) and cut his eyelid. Along those same lines, there was the time that Tenor sliced Jim’s nose (with his newly trimmed toenails) and made it bleed!
And soon I’ll tell you about a special series of “frantic dog incidents” we’ve had at our home… all involving those half-choke-chain/half-nylon dog collars.