thekid345 Posted March 2, 2008 Share Posted March 2, 2008 I used to also have an...i think it was a Pembroke Welsh Corgi(I may be wrong). Was totally skitso. My moms friend had his German Shepperd(sp?) stay with us and she almost tore our dogs neck off. She had tubes, and stitches on her neck. Unfortunately, three years ago we had to put her to sleep :( Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kungfubellydancer Posted March 2, 2008 Author Share Posted March 2, 2008 Awww, that's so sad. I love German Shepherds. We had to put Kitty to sleep (mother of snickers) because she went crazy and played revenge on us by peeing on everything, everwhere, from corners to pillows to beds. If we walked in while she was about to do it, she'd act like nothing was happening, then as soon as we leave she'd pee. Cats can control the odor of the pee, and I mean this was the strongest odor a cat can muster. :yucky: We don't know what her problem was, we didn't abuse her or anything. She got what she wanted and had a good life with us, but she still acted that way. The people at the humane society said there was no hope for a cat like her and we had to put her to sleep. :( Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Landsknecht Posted March 3, 2008 Share Posted March 3, 2008 My dog (Border Collie-German Shepherd mix) is afraid of the oven and various kitchen sounds. She pokes anything that moves to relieve her fear and nervous energy. That is the kind of thing that happens when two neurotic breeds of dogs are mixed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
poopgoblin Posted March 4, 2008 Share Posted March 4, 2008 My brother had an orange tabby named Max, who was older than I was, so I grew up always having a cat. Max was awesome. He was one of those laid-back cats with a "&*%#-it" attitude. If you ever messed with him he'd just give you a look of disgust that said, "scratch my back, b*&^h." Max ruled, he died when I was in 7th grade. Then MY cat, named Chewy, because he sounded like Chewbacca in the box on the way home from the shelter, looked like thisI got him between 8th and 9th grade, but he died of feline leukemia the summer before 10th grade. He was an unusual cat, and I believe somewhat retarded. I also think he may have had a small understanding of the German language. For example, once he jumped up onto the table and I said, "Chewy, no!" and he just looked at me (with one eye more dilated than the other). I then decided to follow up with some German, just for the heck of it, and said, "Chewy, nein!" And, lo and behold, he jumped off the table. I still want another cat, but my parents think it's pointless as I only have one more year of high school after this one until I'm off to college. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NewtC Posted March 4, 2008 Share Posted March 4, 2008 My family has had at least 12 pets over the years. Currently, we have: 2 cats, 3 dogs, 7 stick insects. I used to have an antlion, lizard, and a spider. one of the cats, Onyx, likes to hide under the covers. I kept sitting on her. We also had a gifer (short for "gigantic ferret.) that was twice the size of a full grown ferret. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ninja_lord666 Posted March 4, 2008 Share Posted March 4, 2008 We also had a gifer (short for "gigantic ferret.) that was twice the size of a full grown ferret.Oh man...that must have been horrendous! I feel your pain. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kungfubellydancer Posted March 4, 2008 Author Share Posted March 4, 2008 Then MY cat, named Chewy, because he sounded like Chewbacca in the box on the way home from the shelter My uncle have an annoying dog named Chewy too, for the same reason! That's so cute. Too bad I hate his dog. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DecalMirror Posted March 4, 2008 Share Posted March 4, 2008 We had that dog, Jade, but we had to sell her. She was totally crazy one. If we left her alone she ate totally everything within her reach. One day we came home, she was waiting in corridor on the pile of pieces of a carpet. She was torn one of our carpets apart into hundreds of bits! That is not even the worst one. My mother bought her a steel cage so we can put het there, sould we leave the house. When we got back she was waiting us on the front door! That puppy(yeah, she really was only puppy) was broken out from the cage by eating her way through it. She wasn't a dog, but some freaking monster. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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