Funniest story of a dog you can think of?

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This is my boy Reg, pit bull X staffie, who sadly passed in 2010.

Once when I went to make a cup of tea and some toast, I saw that the fridge was slightly open.. so I make the tea, all is fine.

Then I reach for the butter. It flies out of my hand, because I was expecting it to be heavier.
The lid was balanced on top. But the butter was empty. And then I hear vomiting from outside and immediately realise what he has done I miss him and his clever tricks sometimes.

What funny stories do you have about your dog?

My dog once got stung on the paw by a bee on a walk. She yelped and was whining so I gave her lots of love and the whole rest of the treat I had for her in my pocked. Then she was struggling to put weight on it and was limping so I carried her home.

Now on a walk, if my dog gets tired and doesn't fancy walking home she will yelp and then walk around in circles pretending to limp in the hope she'll get carried home.

I can see when she's going to do it now because she kind of slows down, looks around, looks at me, sniffs her own paws and then does it. As soon as I see her slowing down and looking around now I give her the "don't you dare" voice. She still tries her luck sometimes.

@BellaHadidHere yes I'm familiar with this old trick, but we have more experience with nettles

When I was a kid we had a family springer, a cat and some small finches. We got home to find the cat had knocked the bird cage off it's stand, it had broken the the finches had flown free. Some were sat on the curtain rails etc, a couple had been killed by the cat. While surveying the damage the springer walked up to my mum, opened his mouth and deposited into her hand a perfectly fine, unharmed finch he had hidden in his mouth.

That dog and cat were a double act, though. We once walked in to find the cat helping himself to some defrosting liver on the kitchen side. He ate one piece, threw one piece down to the dog. Ate one more. Threw one more...

All true.

We have a lurcher x German shepherd - he’s a big dog originally from Romania.
One day dh let him out and heard high pitched barking and squealing and found the dog crawling down the drive on his stomach.
He was terrified of a black bag dh had left by he garage and literally couldnt get up to run away!!

So brave!

My dog managed to eat a whole bowl of defrosting raw mince (and packaging) that I had left on the side - without disturbing the bowl. I thought I was going mad - I knew I had put the mince in the bowl!

OH thinks I didn't and was just blaming the dog... Now every time I misplace something he sarcastically asks I'm going to blame the dog...

But I know the mince was definitely in the bowl!

When our lab was a pup to keep her busy we filled a plastic bone with food for her to shake out. She soon got the hang of it and would bring it to me to fill up again. I thought I’d try something different and put biscuits in a small cardboard box and sellotaped it up. I put her in the garden and got on with some jobs. I thought she would rip the box apart, no, a few minutes later I saw her wandering around the garden with the box stuck on her head. She didn’t seemed bothered and had eaten the biscuits.

These are amazing!!!! My favourites are the tea-drinking dog and the limping dog that wants to be carried
I've got nothing that compares to these, but please keep them coming!!

When I was a child we had a collie cross Labrador and he was crazy. When he was still young, about 7/8 months he had got himself shut in the spare room when my mum had taken me to school, she was gone half hour tops but he had got himself in such a panic he ate through the cheap wooden door and peed all over the room.
From then on the only doors he could tolerate being closed in the house were the front and back door 😂

He used to bark at the moon and sometimes lampposts, but I'm sure this was because he once knocked himself out running full pelt into one running after a bird 😂

If he ever did anything naughty, for example ate 3 library books from my mums handbag which he somehow got out of a high up cupboard, he would bolt out of the front door as soon as we would come home and would run to a family friends house a good mile away (thankfully no main roads en route)

Once he did this but they were not home and we were roaming the streets looking for him only to get home and have a message from the police station to say they had picked him up and had him there as they didnt have space in the pound. We go to collect him and as soon as my mum spoke at the reception desk his head popped up and he had won over all the staff and was being fed ham sandwiches by them 😂
It was just myself and my mum back then and she didn't drive so a kind officer gave us a lift home and Oscar (the dog) sat on the passenger seat head hanging out the window tail wagging all the way home

I once lost a Yorkie, turned the house around, had a good look around, but nothing... an hour later I found her trapped inside of my duvet cover.

Another time I opened the door to the postman, got the parcel in continued with my coffee and half an hour later, there was a man knocking at the door asking if I had a Yorkie. I gasped and asked, Oh my God! has he been run over? His answer... no he hasn’t but it would be great if you can come and remove him from my ambulance as I need to take a patient to the hospital. 😁

I'd recently moved and decided to take my boy (oversized Shih Tzu, weighs about 12kg) to the park. It was further than I realised (about 2 miles) and ended up being a really hot day.

When we were leaving the park, my dog collapsed on his back with all four legs in the air. I was terrified I'd given him heat stroke and so carried him the two miles home. He was a complete dead weight, with his two front paws over his head and two rear paws pointed out like a ballerina, which was really difficult to carry (plus I was carrying a shoulder bag with water etc). We finally arrived home, me a sweaty mess and the colour of a beetroot - the little bugger then immediately 'came to' and started tearing round like a puppy, with a massive grin on his face.

My mostly white dog once ate a black lipstick. Words can't describe the scene but it had me in hysterics.

We've just moved to a property with a garden. My dog has never had a garden before. He had a raised flower bed he liked to dig in our previous house.

I brought him some meat home from work shortly after we moved in. He didn't want to eat it, so did his usual trick of attempting to bury it in the house. He tried under his new bed, but it made the bed wobble, so he moved it behind the sofa, but the sofa was not against a wall like it used to be so he didn't consider it buried enough, so he dropped it in the wastepaper basket by my desk but I guess that was too close to me because he kept growling at me and pacing near the basket, he then tried burying it under the living room rug but that didn't work either. After an hour, fed up of his constant pacing and scratching the furniture I opened the back door, thinking he'd take his meat outside to bury in the garden.

He dropped his meat back into the waste paper basket and rushed outside (he loves the garden) when I called him back in, he had a mouth full of cabbage he'd dug out of the garden, which he also 'buried' in the waste paper bin.

It took him a further three hours to bury his meat and veg, which he eventually achieved by dragging the bin a safe distance away from me, lest I steal his raw meat and cabbage

I once lost a Yorkie, turned the house around, had a good look around, but nothing... an hour later I found her trapped inside of my duvet cover.

I bet you were really worried. I panicked when I couldn't find my cocker puppy once. I had loosed him into the garden, whilst I sorted the washing and when I called him in there was no sign of him - except him yelping. I couldn't work out where the hell he was, thought he'd managed to get into next doors garden - nope. Eventually I realise the yelping was coming from inside my garage. Somehow he'd got the back door to the garage open, gone in and somehow shut the door and then couldn't get out!

You had to be there for this. Picture the scene. I was hanging out my washing from a blue Ikea bag. Gust of wind picks the now-empty bag up and it's flying through the air down the garden - in hot pursuit of my wee dog who's running away terrified of the big blue bird that's chasing him. I was crying with laughter, my poor scared pooch though wimp

My Cavalier (so little dog) kept escaping into next doors garden. We couldn't work out how, as he never did it when being watched. All we knew was he disappeared from the bottom corner of the garden and reappeared behind next doors shed. Both myself and next door neighbor re-enforced the fence with mesh (sunk into the ground), to make sure he wasn't squeezing under somewhere. He was still getting through.

Eventually I caught him in the act! He was jumping into a tree to then jump over the fence!

All of these have really cheered me up

My dog, a Collie x GSD, was a bit of a Houdini from an early age. He couldn't get used to be alone at night so we bought a puppy playpen, put his crate in it with the door open and put some puppy pads and newspaper on the floor inside the playpen. This was all in the family room and the idea was the I'd sleep on the sofa in there, gradually moving out as the week went on. For a start he wouldn't get into his bed until he could see that I was all tucked in with a duvet over me, my husband was having to wait and switch off the light. The first night he woke me a couple of times to go outside but the second night I had a full night's sleep and thought he'd done amazingly well until I got off the sofa, turned on the light and discovered that he'd escaped from the playpen in the night, climbed two flights of stairs and was fast asleep in our bedroom.

One day, when he was about 4 months old, I popped out for a short while. He was in the kitchen with a stair gate across the door to stop him from escaping, I'd always leave a puppy Bonio on the cupboard by the front door and if he wasn't whining or barking when I got home he'd have it as a treat. Anyway, on this occasion I got home and the Bonio wasn't there. I thought I was going mad, I was sure I'd put it on top of the cupboard but obviously I couldn't have done. He was being quiet so I opened the stair gate and went into the kitchen to get him another. A short while afterwards I went upstairs so left him in the kitchen behind the stair gate again. I was up on the top floor in our bedroom when he walked around the door wagging his tail. For the second time that morning I thought I was going mad because I was certain I'd shut him in the kitchen. It turned out that I had, he'd obviously learnt to get over the closed gate and was sneaky/clever enough while I was out to get his Bonio and then climb back over as if nothing had happened

Ours is a manipulative little madam. It gets very very cold here, and if it's 30 below and the wrong sort of snow, we don't insist on a long walk. Well, dog's learned that if she's limping in the cold, we'll go home.

So most cold days, when it's walk time and she'd rather be at home on the sofa, we'll head out and she'll start limping piteously and turning towards home.

Unfortunately for her, she forgets to keep up the act, and once homeward bound will perk right up, happily trotting and sniffing and wagging her tail. (When it's really cold the limp doesn't stop when you turn to home, and then she gets carried, we are not monsters.) After one winter we were ON to her little game, but she still fools old ladies who give us dirty looks.

First day DH had a day just him and the dog he took him for a loooooong walk talking circa 15 miles.. he gets him home dog all nice and tired. Jumps out of the car and starts screaming. DH rang me and was like what do i do?? I could barely hear him on the phone over Dogs screeches. So I suggested checking him over and getting to a vet. He skipped the checking over and just threw him back in the car and took him to the vet.

The vet literally cleared them straight into the examination room as Hugo is still screaming, the vet rushes in with 2 nurses expecting a broken foot.. nope it was a soggy leaf stuck between his toes.. vet had him on their board and Facebook page as the most dramatic patient of the week

Another time I made bread and lost it. He'd eaten the dough, went outside and was sick after a while but his tummy just got bigger and bigger and he got dopier and dopier ended up at the vets with essentially a hangover as he yeast had fermented in his stomach and he was drunk...

I don't think there is funnier video footage than of the poor old posh man in Richmond Park screaming " Fenton" at the top of his lungs !!! Labrador running full pelt at a group of the queens precious deers.. "Jesus Christ Fenton!" Makes me cry with laughter every time lol

I couldn't find my dog one day. Searched high and low, no sight or sound of him.

He'd got in my bed - proper tucked-in sheets and blankets - and evidently tried to get out at the bottom ( or just burrowed down for warmth and rolled off the end) and got stuck as if in a hammock. He wasn't making a sound, I had a horrid moment as I released him and he plopped to the floor thinking he'd suffocated but no, he was fine, though goodness knows how he was breathing.
Just so you get the picture right, he is a standard dachshund... perfect hammockdog.

One of my dogs, who I lost last year, used to fake a sore paw to get out of going for a walk.

Every time we called him and had a lead in our hands, he would stop what he was doing and lift a paw and whimper. I fell for it the first 100 times, I would go to him and he would sprint past me and back into the house.

Took my dog for a walk. She did a poo. I was bending down to pick it up and she yanked on the lead to chase a bird. I toppled over and fell face first into the shite!

@ilovepixie all the people in my lecture have just turned round and given me this face because I am red in the face laughing 😂😂😂