God, so many stories!
Childhood dog was a sod for running off on walks: we phone the local police station who were a fair distance away. They had him and said he’d basically knocked at the back door to come in.
My cat has brought home an entire unopened packet of bacon, then a whole roast chicken the next week. He was only little, I have no idea how he got over the six feet fence both times!
We have a shared drive and get the dogs out of the boot then open the front door. One day, the neighbour’s door was open. In runs ddog, straight upstairs.
Hacking out around the vairposh streets surrounding the yard and the horse crapped out the most enormous shit just as a mum and her dc were coming out of their house. He’d turned slightly sideways so it landed right on the pavement. Horrific.
The horse is notorious for refusing to be caught by anyone but me, but is normally good with his best mate’s mum. One day, however, he wasn’t having it. The yard called me to come and get him in. He was in a right state, sweating, shouting, properly panicked. He came up to me, yard owner in attendance cos he thought I’d have trouble getting him. He then proceeded to rear the length of the lane back to his box. Just shameful, given what a placid boy he is normally.
The dogs love to retrieve, they live for this on walks. Dementia dog (very old) was only ever interested in dummies or live targets (!!) and once brought me a huge pigeon, just as another dog walker was coming out of a wooded section of the park. He dumps the pigeon at my feet as I’m putting the lead on the other two. They promptly squabble over it and the winner triumphantly trots off with the spreadeagled and by now dead bird. Other dog walker clearly looks appalled as I recall the proud dog and retrieve the pigeon, loudly bollocking all three dogs.
In his prime, the old dog once jumped in the Grand Union canal, in the path of an oncoming barge, to chase a duck, which of course takes off and leaves the dog frantically spinning round looking for it as the barge approaches ever nearer and I scream at him frantically to come here you bad dog! He wasn’t quite tall enough to launch himself up the side of the canal, so I have to get down and haul him up by his collar much to the amusement of the barge owners.