Dog disasters? Let’s hear the stories.

[vash]

skunks..are a good one.

i had a dog that wiped herself off on a rug. my house smelled like a burnt eraser for months.

[GH85Carrera]

It was weird, the back yard never did stink, but Reuben sure did. We give the dogs baths in the laundry room sink so the house had a slightly skunky smell for a few days that taper off more and more. Even the next day we did not notice it until we left for over an hour, and then got a slight whiff when we came back home.

We bought our house from smokers. Gag. We had cleaned and washed everything, even had the carpets cleaned. On a rainy day we would still smell that stink, and I think it is worse than skunk. We eventually reduce the carpet areas and put in new carpet, and painted the walls. It took a decade to kill that stench. The skunk smell fades away in less time. Cigarettes stink longer than anything else.

[jhynesrockmtn]

Gracie is a rescue my son found in Texas. She's Golden, Beagle, Labrador, Cocker Spaniel and a bunch of other stuff. She's super sweet with people. Other dogs are a hit and miss sort of thing. Luckily she's been good with Suzy who's 19 and our cats.



She is however a serial bird killer. The next door neighbor ended up with a chicken that parked itself in her yard one day. She decided to keep it, sort of. She made a pen but didn't lock it up. It was fascinated with our yard and would hang out at our gate driving Gracie nuts. One day it flew over the gate and there was a long drawn out murder. Feathers everywhere. We did not witness it but found the bird dead and then discovered the trail of carnage. A few days ago my wife had her on a walk. She was leashed but dove into some bushes just off the trail. Killed another bird in just a few seconds.




Then there was the skunk incident while I was travelling for work. She got it bad, right in the face, middle of the night. She threw up all over the place and needed a lot of baths. Luckily she didn't get in the main part of the house. Boy did I get in trouble for that. For not being sympathetic enough over the phone

[74-911]

True Story:

July 4, 1976, San Antonio, late afternoon, hotter than heck....

The dog, 7 YO male Basset hound named Grumpy who was terrified of fireworks. On two previous occasions had dug/chewed his way out of the back yard. He was a perfectly formed tri-color except that through some genetic anomaly he was 1/2 again larger that a normal basset and incredibly stubborn.

Fireworks were continuous that day so we put him in the dark garage with box fans and plenty of water to keep as cool as possible and checked on him often to calm him down. Absolutely could not keep him in the house during these times.

Went to check on him after hearing a strange sound. what the ?? He was laying on the floor moaning/howling, terrified look in his eyes and his stomach looked like it was about to explode. Put him in the back seat of my '65 VW bug and headed for the emergency vet (about 20 minutes away).

15 or so minutes later (maybe 5 minutes from the vet) on loop 410 with the VW firewalled I hear this loud kawhump and look into the rear view to see clouds of white smoke pouring from the car and it weren't DDT. So there I sit with a dead VW and mostly dead dog.

Flagged down a guy in a pickup and we rushed the Basset on to the vet but to late. He had gone into shock and was gone. Vet said it was rare in Bassets but his stomach had rotated on it's axis and essentially sealed off both ends. Apparently is more common in really large breeds.

Called the wife from the vets to come get me... the VW and the dog were both dead.

Definitely not a fun day ..... but a memorable one.

[vash]

Originally Posted by 74-911

True Story:

July 4, 1976, San Antonio, late afternoon, hotter than heck....

The dog, 7 YO male Basset hound named Grumpy who was terrified of fireworks. On two previous occasions had dug/chewed his way out of the back yard. He was a perfectly formed tri-color except that through some genetic anomaly he was 1/2 again larger that a normal basset and incredibly stubborn.

Fireworks were continuous that day so we put him in the dark garage with box fans and plenty of water to keep as cool as possible and checked on him often to calm him down. Absolutely could not keep him in the house during these times.

Went to check on him after hearing a strange sound. what the ?? He was laying on the floor moaning/howling, terrified look in his eyes and his stomach looked like it was about to explode. Put him in the back seat of my '65 VW bug and headed for the emergency vet (about 20 minutes away).

15 or so minutes later (maybe 5 minutes from the vet) on loop 410 with the VW firewalled I hear this loud kawhump and look into the rear view to see clouds of white smoke pouring from the car and it weren't DDT. So there I sit with a dead VW and mostly dead dog.

Flagged down a guy in a pickup and we rushed the Basset on to the vet but to late. He had gone into shock and was gone. Vet said it was rare in Bassets but his stomach had rotated on it's axis and essentially sealed off both ends. Apparently is more common in really large breeds.

Called the wife from the vets to come get me... the VW and the dog were both dead.

Definitely not a fun day ..... but a memorable one.

Thus happened to my brothers adopted Great Dane. My brother said he will never forget the helpless feeling.

[Jolly Amaranto]

In 1959, while living on Okinawa, our family leased a house outside Kadena AFB in a neighborhood called Awasi Hights, overlooking Buckner Bay. My best buddy, who lived next door, had a German Shepard who loved to play fetch. That dog would follow us everywhere when we went out exploring. On one trek, we found a benjo ditch, basically an open septic tank where the local Okinawan population would collect all their "night soil" to later be used to fertilize their rice paddies. As little boys are prone to do, we started pitching rocks to break the crust that had formed over the pool of human waste. Rex decided it was fetch time. And the dog plunged in and actually found one of the rocks. He was bound and determined to return it to us. He would not give up and chased us all the way home and jumping up on us with his paws on our shoulders and snout in our face to give us the rock. Fortunately there was a garden hose deployed on the lawn of his house and a bottle of detergent for car washing. We suds down repeatedly with many rinse cycles, dog and all until we felt clean enough to enter our homes for a further bath.

[mattdavis11]

Taylor caught a possum at least twice a year. Nasty things. My dog, Sally caught squirrels moving across the top of the fence. She needed to plant her front paws on the planks to get them, but she got them.



Good girl.

[mattdavis11]

I remember a dog, not ours, but a Rottweiler like ours, named Indy. He could jump, no run, straight up, to ceiling height. 9 feet 6 inches and grab a slice of cheese, ham, whatever, and leave a wet nose print on the ceiling behind.

He was a big boy, 115lbs of muscle. Used to throw Herschel Walker's newspaper, those two Rots weren't as built as Indy.

[varmint]

Friend of a friend new some people who were leaving state and couldn’t take their dog with them. He asked if I wanted another heeler. Later found the reason they gave her up was that Rexy snapped at children. Really scary first year. Bunch of times I thought I was going to get sued. Eventually she became a good girl. Don’t know how much of it was my training and how much was her just getting old.
A family down the block had two adopted kids with Down’s syndrome. Rexy adored them and would roll over for belly rubs. She was a mean snarley old ***** of a dog. But we loved her. Passed in her sleep at 14.

[varmint]

[cstreit]

Originally Posted by vash

Tonight. He had eaten a string and the string was still hanging out of him with the biggest DINGLE-BERRY I’ve ever seen at the end. He thinks something is chasing him. He keeps trying to sit down or shake it

OMG I think this is the funniest visualization I’ve had this year! Hahahahaha

[flipper35]

Our first lab had found someone's deer head during deer season. We assume it fell out of a truck and she didn't run off and steal it, but anyway. She has this head and wants to bury it for later so she is out in the cornfield and there is a bald eagle that thinks it should have it instead of her. She, of course being a bird dog, was having none of it and the two went at it for several minutes. Fortunately neither one had too much damage. It was more like the first round of a pro boxing match and not the first of a 3 round amateur match. We did not want to mess with that bird and figured one of them would have enough sense to back off, but the dog was called and yelled at a lot. The bird is the one that eventually gave up. Stupid dog.