Even the most graceful cat can and will do something pretty silly and dogs are rarely graceful in the first place. However, every once in a while, an animal you keep in your house can get up to the sort of shenanigans that most people would find hard to believe.
Someone asked “Pet owners, what is the worst thing your pet has done?” and people shared their examples. Be warned, these range from hilarious to downright dark in some cases. So get comfortable as you scroll through, upvote your favorites and be sure to add your own thoughts and stories in the comments below.
#41
Ate a bunch of used aquarium sand. Cost me about $1700 at 3am at the emergency vet. It hardened in his intestine, if it would've hardened in the small intestine I could be out $3000+. It's cool though he's my bro. If I owned a CD drive I would upload the xrays for delicious karma.
Also one time him and my toddler stepsister ate a bunch of anti-depressants after being unsupervised for about 2.5 minutes. They used to get up to a lot of mishchief together but that was probably the worst. She went to the hospital and he generally seemed to not give a s**t.
Oh yeah and the time he knocked over the trashcan and crawled in it and rolled around and then meticulously spread each piece all over the floor and shredded it. Like 100 times.
Or maybe the about 500 times he has stolen my entire plate of food including whole chickens.
Or maybe the time I went to smoke a cigarette around midnight and came back to find him suffocating inside a bag of tortilla chips, slowly losing consciousness while violently eating the chips. And the PTSD he had from the event for about 6 months where he would act annoying and weird every night at midnight and bark at me and wake everyone up. Every night.
Or maybe the time he bit my finger hard enough to chip the bone.
Or that time he dug a hole through the bathroom door.
Or when he released all the other dogs and relaxed in the front yard while they went swimming in a pond a mile away.
Stupid little f*ckbag is my best friend.
Edit: Yesterday my girlfriend got a package from lush, opened it, and took it in the bathroom to rub it all over her body or whatever the hell girls do with that stuff, leaving the package on the floor. He casually walks over and is like "oh you ordered me some biscuits, thanks" and starts calmly eating the packing peanuts. (luckily lush uses biodegradeable plant-based packaging, I stopped him obviously but he ate 2).
One time I was hella drunk sitting at my computer. I knocked a glass over and it broke. I'm like "man I'm not getting down on the floor drunk and picking up shards of glass and vacuuming, ill just do it tomorrow" and threw a blanket over it. He promptly walks over and curls up on it very comfily, and gives me this "life is pain" look.
Also one time him and my toddler stepsister ate a bunch of anti-depressants after being unsupervised for about 2.5 minutes. They used to get up to a lot of mishchief together but that was probably the worst. She went to the hospital and he generally seemed to not give a s**t.
Oh yeah and the time he knocked over the trashcan and crawled in it and rolled around and then meticulously spread each piece all over the floor and shredded it. Like 100 times.
Or maybe the about 500 times he has stolen my entire plate of food including whole chickens.
Or maybe the time I went to smoke a cigarette around midnight and came back to find him suffocating inside a bag of tortilla chips, slowly losing consciousness while violently eating the chips. And the PTSD he had from the event for about 6 months where he would act annoying and weird every night at midnight and bark at me and wake everyone up. Every night.
Or maybe the time he bit my finger hard enough to chip the bone.
Or that time he dug a hole through the bathroom door.
Or when he released all the other dogs and relaxed in the front yard while they went swimming in a pond a mile away.
Stupid little f*ckbag is my best friend.
Edit: Yesterday my girlfriend got a package from lush, opened it, and took it in the bathroom to rub it all over her body or whatever the hell girls do with that stuff, leaving the package on the floor. He casually walks over and is like "oh you ordered me some biscuits, thanks" and starts calmly eating the packing peanuts. (luckily lush uses biodegradeable plant-based packaging, I stopped him obviously but he ate 2).
One time I was hella drunk sitting at my computer. I knocked a glass over and it broke. I'm like "man I'm not getting down on the floor drunk and picking up shards of glass and vacuuming, ill just do it tomorrow" and threw a blanket over it. He promptly walks over and curls up on it very comfily, and gives me this "life is pain" look.
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18points
#42
My cat, Gomez, learnt how to hunt this summer, and hasn't stopped bringing in dead animals since. I've kept a count, we've just hit the half century.
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#43
My dog *always* rolls around in s**t! Always! And she does it after i give her a bath on purpose. She's a hunting dog so i know its instinctual to cover her sent, but it's still a pain in the a*s.
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16points
#44
Found out she had been eating her own s**t one day while driving her to pick up the mail. I looked over at her and thought awwww shes so cute...then she puked her own s**t up all over my car. S**t puke everywhere.
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#45
In our old apartment the en suite for the master bedroom had a few problems. Mainly being the toilet would slowly fill back up with waste.
This wasn't a huge issue to us as we actually preferred the main bathroom and positioning of the other bedroom so we used the main bedroom as a spare room, and the en suite was only used to house the kitty litter tray.
I also got ready for work in the mornings in the bedroom. This particular morning I was already running late, I was just getting ready to run out the door for the latest bus I could get to still be at work on time, however that was when things also went to s**t. Literally.
I could see it all happen in my mind seconds before it even occurred, but there was nothing I could do.
My weirdo of a cat decided it was time to rocket from room to room in an almost kitty d**g fueled rage (as he usually does...) he races into the master bedroom, stops in his tracks, stares at me and then does this ridiculous backflip and ran into the en suite and jumped straight onto the sink.
I see him getting ready to jump down onto the toilet seat to then jump onto the ground, but this is where my gut knew things were about to go very wrong.
My boyfriend was in the master bathroom at the time taking care of morning business, and as he often tells the story all he could hear was a very abrupt "no! Jeffery! Don't... *thump* oh god.. OH NO! OH F**K! NO! STOP!! OH GOD!!!!"
Rather than landing on the seat like he obviously intended, the clumsy f**k had slipped into the bowl that I unfortunately had not flushed (as I hadn't cleared his tray that day yet) and stupidly left open. As soon as he hit the water I knew I had to run in there to grab him because all I could see was him running around everywhere, tracking poop all over the carpet. Nope.. I was too late. He torpedoes out of the shitter does about 2 or 3 laps around the bedroom as I'm chasing him around screaming and cursing, runs out of the bedroom and then down the hallway where i finally caught the little bugger in the loungeroom.
Needless to say it was quite an awkward phone call to my boss having to explain why I had to stay home and steam clean the carpets and bath my cat...
We never left the lid open in there after that again.
**TL:DR** cat painted the carpet with his liquid s**t.
This wasn't a huge issue to us as we actually preferred the main bathroom and positioning of the other bedroom so we used the main bedroom as a spare room, and the en suite was only used to house the kitty litter tray.
I also got ready for work in the mornings in the bedroom. This particular morning I was already running late, I was just getting ready to run out the door for the latest bus I could get to still be at work on time, however that was when things also went to s**t. Literally.
I could see it all happen in my mind seconds before it even occurred, but there was nothing I could do.
My weirdo of a cat decided it was time to rocket from room to room in an almost kitty d**g fueled rage (as he usually does...) he races into the master bedroom, stops in his tracks, stares at me and then does this ridiculous backflip and ran into the en suite and jumped straight onto the sink.
I see him getting ready to jump down onto the toilet seat to then jump onto the ground, but this is where my gut knew things were about to go very wrong.
My boyfriend was in the master bathroom at the time taking care of morning business, and as he often tells the story all he could hear was a very abrupt "no! Jeffery! Don't... *thump* oh god.. OH NO! OH F**K! NO! STOP!! OH GOD!!!!"
Rather than landing on the seat like he obviously intended, the clumsy f**k had slipped into the bowl that I unfortunately had not flushed (as I hadn't cleared his tray that day yet) and stupidly left open. As soon as he hit the water I knew I had to run in there to grab him because all I could see was him running around everywhere, tracking poop all over the carpet. Nope.. I was too late. He torpedoes out of the shitter does about 2 or 3 laps around the bedroom as I'm chasing him around screaming and cursing, runs out of the bedroom and then down the hallway where i finally caught the little bugger in the loungeroom.
Needless to say it was quite an awkward phone call to my boss having to explain why I had to stay home and steam clean the carpets and bath my cat...
We never left the lid open in there after that again.
**TL:DR** cat painted the carpet with his liquid s**t.
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