What is the biggest drama you have had with one of your pets?

[glovestrains]

a few runaways

A pregnant mouse! We adopted 2 from an animal shelter and they got the sex wrong

We live next to a park and occasionally dogs get in. One time, we had the patio doors open and a dog saw our cats and chased one in and up the stairs. Thankfully I was right on his heels and was quick to try to separate them but it was a terrier and incredibly determined not to let go of my poor boy. I eventually got it loose by jamming my hand into its mouth, whilst thinking this is how people are mauled and killed by dogs.

My DP had responded to my screaming and managed to wrangle the dog away whilst I detached the cat from my arm as he had dug his claws in whilst trying to escape.

I was sure my cat’s stomach would have been ripped to shreds from the way the dog had been going at him but, amazingly, he didn’t have a scratch on him. He was probably very bruised but within a few minutes he was back to normal. I, however, had massive teeth and claw marks all the way up my arm which took weeks to heal properly.

It was probably all over in seconds but it was truly terrifying.

My hamster killed his brother , it was awful. Never again.

I swallowed my cats antibiotic pill and gave him my beta blocker by mistake. He spent the day at the vet being monitored and was noticeably not more chilled out by the end of the day.

I have a 4 year old cat who has had 7 bloody operations. Now when I ring the vet whoever answers the phone just hears my name and immediately asks if she’s ok. She currently is, I’m the stressed one as she probably won’t survive another operation.

I was staying over at a boyfriends place years ago, he was living with his parents in an annexe, they'd just completed a self build which had a galleried staircase and a very expensive cream carpet. They had a very big old incontinent dog which wasn't allowed out of the kitchen. I nipped down to the main kitchen in the night to get a glass of water and in efforts not to make noise mustn't have fully clicked the kitchen door shut.

We woke up to screams from his mother, who was standing on the landing with her curlers in, head in hands, because the dog had nosed it's way out of the kitchen early hours, and half way up the stairs had started literally shitting itself with confusion, continued up and round and round the galleried landing, and the whole of this newly installed cream carpet was covered in running trail of diaorrhea and I do not think she ever forgave me.

We had a massive hole in the kitchen ceiling caused by a bathroom flood. The builders came out one day and boarded and plastered the ceiling.
That evening I kept wondering where the cat was until at 3am I heard scratching and realised that the cat had managed to get herself boarded into the kitchen ceiling.
Cue me at 3am ripping the freshly fixed ceiling down with my bare hands to rescue the cat!!

My childhood JRT did this! My brother and cousin took her out and she chased a rabbit into the burrow, except she was rather fat and got stuck. My dad and uncle went up with shovels, but were afraid to hurt her so it took a long time to gentle scrape away soil until she was free.

Laid back Lab decided to rip open his dog food which was sitting in the kitchen waiting to be packed as we were about to leave on holiday. He ate 4kg before he realised he was full and I saw him lying on the lawn looking rather bloated. Didn't fully realise until I saw the the hole in the back and weighed it to find it short. Vet advised it would come out eventually. Which it did over the course of the next 24 hours, and not in a solid state either. That was an interesting caravan holiday! Same Lab decided, on another caravan holiday, to roll in a very dead sheep, and we had to share a car with him on the journey back to the caravan before we could get him in the shower. He had previously found a wild camping ground and rolled in the area the previous campers had been using as their toilet. That was an unpleasant showering experience for both of us but the dead sheep smell was infinately worse.

He was a brilliant dog, very laid back and well behaved - normally but he had his moments. One day he wandered up to some fishermen to say hello, got some pats and they were very taken with him (he was a very calm dog and not intrusive) but he got a whiff of their sausage roll lunch and on his way past to return to me swiped the bag and wandered off, scoffing the rolls!

He fell down a rabbit hole and broke his leg. 2 miles down a country path away from the car. Poor DH had to carry him back. He was 45kg of pure yellow labrador. I miss that dog so much. Such a character and a sweet, gentle soul.

After he died his brother was very depressed. He went on to develop a condition common in labs where the vocal chords paralyse. Late one evening it happened and he couldn't breathe. It was awful to witness, he was panicking and gasping desperately for breath. We got him into the car and i stayed with him in the boot, and we went to the emergency vet. He kinda fainted and that released the paralysis, he started to breathe then. The vet sedated him to stop it happening again and he went for an operation. We had him another year and I was very grateful for that.

The day before exDH and me went on holiday DCat came home and was struggling to breathe. Cue trip to the emergency vet who said she had an empyema which needed draining and there was only 50/50 chance she'd made it. Cue hysterical sobbing from 5 months pregnant me saying I wouldn't go on holiday etc. In the end exMIL had to promise to give us daily updates whilst dealing with the vets.

In the end DCat had about 200ml of pus drained from around her lungs (vet said this was equivalent to about 2 litres in a human), spent a week at the vet but made a full recovery. Likely cause was an inhaled grass seed.

On a more cheerful note, DDog shamed me once when we were on a walk. She ran up to a couple having a picnic and swiped their sandwiches, including one in someone's hand. I was mortified but the couple thankfully found it funny. DDog is never allowed off the lead near anyone with food now.

My pug would’ve done the exact same thing. He’ll eat anything within 2ft off the floor.

Our golden would eat anything that wasn't nailed down as a young pup. He had to have a stomach surgery twice before turning 2 (once he ate a toy he found in the park and second time he ate a tennis ball).

He is now pretty well trained to drop anything in his mouth, but it took a while to get to this point.

He loves swimming, but someone has to accompany him in the water as once he sees a duck or a fish it's the game over and he won't come out.

He is the best boy though and we would never be without him.

My cat decided to eat a nerf bullet and needed emergency surgery to remove it! Apparently this is quite a common thing to happen. We have to keep them all locked away now as he still goes crazy trying to get them - he tries to pull them out of the nerf guns themselves, and he has even pulled storage boxes out trying to get to them!

Previous dog of mine years ago managed to jump a fence into a field of sheep.

Best of it was I was walking along with a friend and her dog chatting about dogs chasing sheep because one of her friend's dogs had done it recently, and we were saying how awful it was and what if they got shot by the farmer.

Thought our dogs were just playing in the woods alongside us and noticed the sheep in the field the other side of the footpath were all running across the field. Took us a few seconds to notice the sheep coloured dog in hot pursuit. Luckily she came back quite quickly but I was mortified (and I've been a lot more careful with subsequent dogs near sheep fields)

I have a wanderer. She suddenly disappears-one minute there, next minute gone- then comes back anything from 4 to 7 days later. She is quite happy, sometimes a little thin. Smells like outside, not like someone else's house. She has some food, then goes to sleep for 12 hours. I don't think I'll ever get used to it, but it's just her. I would LOVE to find out where she goes!

We had a border collie who had their walk at very set times. She would be by the back door holding her lead at exactly walkies time and if we took too long to get round to it she would jump our garden hedge and take herself for a walk and roll in cow pats in a neighbouring field to punish us. She'd always be back within the hour.

Old thread I know but my dog was a nightmare when he was younger

At an entire portion of dough that was proofing and then vommed it up, about an hour later he started banging into stuff so off to the vet we went.. the yeast in my lovingly prepared bread dough was fermenting and he was drunk.

On a paid for walk he fucked off and raided a bin, he had to have surgery to remove 27p in change, a child's sock and a Lego action man.. very outing but I'll name change!

When we went go have his stitches out whilst the vet was talking to me he chewed off the vets shoe laces .. he made the wall of shame in the vet 😂🤦‍♀️