47 Pet Owners Share The Biggest Beef Their Animals Have Going On Right Now

I feel typing it out is therapy.

I have eight dogs.

Not a typo. I didn't do it on purpose. It just kinda... happened. People leave a dog with you and never come back and then the 'what's one more at this point?' ideology hits and suddenly, you think maybe you should file some paperwork and just become a shelter, but you know you won't adopt any out so you're just stuck with a pack of dogs.

Anyway.

Let's discuss Dog Politics in a pack of eight very different dogs.

I have a mini pack within the pack, of my four weens - Chicken Nugget (the queen alpha of the ween pack), Kimchi (her daughter and second in command), Gus Gus ( an inbred ween who only has one functioning eye and brain cell), and Taco Bell (has all his braincells but only uses them for evil and narcissistic purposes).

The larger Pack consists of Sadie (a mixture of all the big dogs you can think of and is often mistaken for a pony), Max (a dutch Shepard - which is just a nice way of saying a really dumb German Shepard), Puppy (her government name is Charlie but it never stuck - Australian sheep dog) and Django - the Dog Who Started it All. He's a chiweenie, but mostly just a medium sized sausage with tiny legs and the sweetest heart you ever met.

Are you still reading this? Why?!

Anyway, when they're all in the same room (whichever room I'm in) Sadie is in charge. She basically raised all of them except Max and Django. She's about two years past her expiration date, though, so Chicken polices when Sadie is too tired.

As it gets colder outside, the true drama surrounds heat. I'm not a very big woman, and so not all of them can be on me at once.

Thus they play Queen of the Mountain.

I am the mountain. Obviously.

If I am in a seated position, it is a full half hour of inner fighting before they all settle into the same spot they've settled into for years. I don't know why we do this several times a day, but we do.

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As she’s now on her own (for the safety of others) my massive duck has free run of the garden. This, we hoped, would quieten her innate rage at being born a duck rather than a honey badger.

It has not. She is now the quacking equivalent of a gang leader. Wild birds know that any food that falls to the ground is hers now. Neighbourhood cats fear to step foot in the garden.

The latest development is that the dogs will now not go out alone. Together, they stand a chance, but alone…

The dogs in question are a GSD cross the size of a small pony and a Patterdale.

We apparently only have one toy. It’s whichever toy the other one has. 

We have 27,000 toys. .

We're a blended family - the dog is scared of the cat, the cat is scared of the dog - but they both want those sunny spots in the house so bad.

The solution seems to be the cat sitting with his back to the dog, and the dog hiding her face so she can't see the cat.

My male dog has decided that the baby is his. He is obsessed. The rest of them are like "cool 👍 a baby." He is acting like he is about to be a single father.

We have to stand guard while our dog eats because the chickens will steal his food and he will let them because he’s trained to stop touching food if someone interacts with his food. It does not occur to him that this rule only applies to humans and not to chickens.

The cat keeps sitting in all the best spots. Older dog is sad and whines about it. Younger dog just sits on cat. Them older dog has to bark at young dog for being rude to cat.

Cat remains unbothered and in best spot.

The clocks changed four days ago and the cats are furious they’re not being fed at the same time any more, lots of hitting and shouting at 6am.

I have a black cat with golden eyes named Natsume. He’s not allowed outside. My neighbor has a black cat with golden eyes named Jon Snow. He IS allowed to wander outside at times. 

Natsume and Jon Snow look so similar to each other, it’s always a shock. Jon Snow knows this, and several times has waited right at my door so that he can pretend he’s Natsume who accidentally got out and needs to come back inside. 

Natsume doesn’t even know he’s been a victim of attempted identity theft. One of these days Jon Snow might be successful. It’s almost worked several times.

Two black cats. One likes to wrestle with the dog WWE style, the other does not want the dog to even look in her general direction. Dog gets them confused fairly often.

Cat wants dog to love her. Dog resents no longer being only child.

It’s been three years btw, the cat didn’t just get here.

The doggo goes into his crate at human meal times, because kid. He's fine with it, he gets lots of treats and praise for being the best boy.

The cat has decided that he wants to flaunt his freedom at human mealtime. Cat is old and basically has spent the last 18 months since the doggo arrived sleeping in my bed, emerging only at his own meal times.

So now as soon as doggo goes into his crate when human food comes out, cat comes out of the bedroom and just sits where the doggo can see him.

He then often takes it up a notch, and will jump into my lap if I've finished eating and stare at the dog.

I am convinced the cat 100% knows what he's doing.

My cat thinks he’s the CEO, my dog’s the unpaid intern doing all the work, and the fish are basically the HR department just watching the chaos and judging silently.

The dog exists and the cat is mad about it. But also the cat is mad if the dog is not there for him to be mad about.

We have two cats that live downstairs and three upstairs. The two sets of cats cannot get along with each other and the division must be strictly enforced. 


If the upstairs cats fight with each other the dog breaks up the fight.

They do not care for their three towers. They prefer the shelves on which we keep our knickknacks, which they knock off so they can enjoy the shelves in solitude. So we got them a set of their own shelves which are the exact same set as the ones we use for our knickknacks. Those shelves are horrid and stupid and WRONG, apparently. They don’t want cat shelves; they only want knickknack shelves. We tried moving our things to the shelves they won’t use. This was an unacceptable compromise, and they continue to use whichever shelves houses our knickknacks.

The cat caught a bird. My son saved it. The dog caught it while it was recovering. My wife tried to stop it, but the dog ate it. I walked in too late to help.

Right now everyone's angry at literally everyone. 🤣.

My dog thinks I am a bad mom and every time my newborn makes a single sound she runs in with a panicked look on her face and tries to take the baby from me.

Our Maine Coon wants to snuggle with his DSH (domestic shorthair) brother SO BAD. Our DSH will just be laying on a blanket and the Maine Coon will walk over and start kneading right in front of him while making direct eye contact and purring. He'll slowly creep closer and our DSH just lays there like, "Maybe if I don't move he'll go away."

Just cuddle your poor brother, Pumpkin!

My oldest cat hates the younger cats (we have three kittens of varying ages under a year). She won’t let them near the cat tree so we got another cat tree now she runs between the cat trees so we got ANOTHER cat tree and immediately placed the kittens on it so she [urinated] on that one.