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How's about telling your best Pet Holiday Horror Story???
MY all-time favorite is the Xmas my sister's dog ate the ham off the table.
The dog then goes behind the Xmas tree, that sits in a corner,
and throws up the dang thing.
Soooooo,
No Xmas ham and the tree had to be pulled away from the wall and cleaned up.:eek: :rolleyes: :confused: :( :D
Rb Jesse ate an entire bowl of chocolates On Christmas in 2001:eek: Luckily she didn't get sick at all and she was back to normal in about 10 minutes:)
I don't really have one except a couple of years ago when I was on the phone, Speckles stole a partially eaten pork chop off my plate and was hiding behind the Christmas tree chomping on it. Other than that, not much happens around here.
It's not really awful, but all I can think of off the top of my head.
Years ago, my parents had a beautiful Golden Retriever named MacDuff. Beautiful, yes, intelligent----not so much.
Anyway, we always do Thanksgiving dinner the Saturday after at my Grandmother's house. My stepmom makes incredible pies, so that's what she always brings. There were 5 or 6 pies lying around the kitchen (on counters and tables), and we were getting ready to go soon. MacDuff climbed up to the table and started licking the pecan pie:eek: :eek:
She had only made on pecan pie, and we all swore not to say anything, so off went the licked pie, to grandma's!!!!!
Wouldn't you know though, that as everyone was enjoying their desserts my brother or sister (can't remember who), very young at the time, yells out, "is this the pie that MacDuff licked?"
:D :D :D :D
One of my cousins about threw up, but everyone else just enjoyed their pie.
Our first Christmas married and our R B Kipper - a very tiny new kitten decided she wanted a turkey leg!!!
So she climbed up the dinner trolley - pinched a HUGE turkey leg and sat in the hall eating this thing - to be discovered about 25 minutes later - still gnawing determindly on this ruddy turkey leg - it must have seemed like an ostrich leg to such a tiny fur baby!!
Don and I fell about laughing - my Mum and Dad panicked in case she got bone stuck in her throat - good grief, it would have taken 4 months for her to reach the blessed bone!! That tiny little furbaby slept for about 18 hours - with a HUGE tum!!
Ahhh memories!!
Lynne
My in-laws have always had labradors (greedy devils - the dogs, not the in-laws). One year one of them found her way into the bedroom where the freshly iced Christmas cake was and licked half the icing off!
No pet has ever wrecked as much havoc as my brother in law, who one year popped a champagne cork at the table instead of easing it off. It flew up to the ceiling, broke the light fitting, and glass rained down in everyone's dinner!
Well, a few years ago, I spent Boxing day at the vet after our cat ate a bunch of tinsel. Mystic needed major surgery to remove the ball of tinsel from his intestines. He survived and is 16 years old now. He lives with my sister and her family--she took him when she moved out.
Three years ago, I spent New Year's Eve helping my vet unblock Pete the cat. Pete picked that night to block for the first time. So while my husband was at home hosting our annual party, I was at the clinic with Pete! The vet couldn't find a tech to come in, so I stayed and helped out!
The dogs are usually pretty well behaved, it's the cats that cause holiday chaos!
K'Cee's the worst about the tree! Need I remind anyone of this caper? lol
Operation Christmas Tree (2002)
My RB cat Tom left the tree alone but would UNWRAP all the presents! :eek: :D
Not a pet but...
My mom "lost" my (then 2 yr old) sister one time, only to find her hiding *IN* our tree. (Mom walked by and happened to catch a face peeking out at her... couldn't see her body - just her face! lol)
My old dog, Jet jumped on the christmas tree and it fell down. All of the decorations broke!
Josie ate like all our xmas decorations off our tree one year :rolleyes: There were mostly 'stuffed' things that my mom made.
I'm blanking on Thanksgiving/Christmas disasters, but ages ago my uncle was home from Viet Nam in time to celebrate his birthday. I proudly made him a seven layer cake -- not the prettiest cake ever, but a creditable one, and a tasty one. At least my parent's German Shepherd though so. We found him atop the picnic table happily chowing down on at least three of the layers!
:D
Yearz Ago;
The Ranch was festooned each Christmas with a LIVE Evergreen tree -
balled trees that lived (SOME of em "lived") in the living room in
a huge rubber tub, then on the coldest day of January each year;
moved outside to a pre-dug permanent home in the yard...
Then Young KittyKat Fred was utterly *fascinated* with
them - and spent MANY Hours exploring every branch,
AND the burlap-wrapped root balls...
Took about 2 1/2 years to figure out WHAT the "strange odor"
was that began to permeate the howze at Xmas Tyme ... :confused:
HINT: It Wasn't that "fresh evergreen scent"!!
Dear Freddie Kat was caught "watering" the Tree one evening! :eek:
An elaborate, Kat-PROOF covering for the root ball was quickly created!
And just as a certain Grey & White New Messican Kitty discovered;
Fred enjoyed Orna Mentball Hockey...
every year a dozen or more Orna Mentballs went "missing"...
Only to be "found" at 3 AM weeks and MONTHS later ~
the source of the "strange, *clatter*, *klunk*, *clink* sounds
in the kitchen as said Kitten played hockey at Oh:dark:Thirty with
her stolen Orna Mentz! :mad:
And then there was Casey - my beloved (RB :( ) Shepherd.
She helped Fred Kat collect Orna Mentball Hockey PUCKS with her
over-active TAIL - between the Dog's Tail and the Kat's PAWz;
the Mentball population of the tree's lower branches became
thinner & thinner as the Chrissmiss Season progressed.
But Dear Casey had another Christmas "Talent"...
From PuppyHood she'd been trained to Un-Wrap her own presents ~
Dawggie Bisquits were placed in ALL her wrapped gifts and her stocking -
and she caught on at her First Christmas ~
Even if she didn't appreciate the "gift" - there was always a
tastie TREAT under that pretty paper & ribbon!
Four Pawz & a mouthfull of toofies could strip a package in seconds!
When Arrow, da *Watch Dawg* (also now RB :( ) arrived at da Ranch -
Casey "taught" him the UN-Wrap drill - and he was a FAST Learner!
Da Kat was also a participant -
her gifts had "Pounce" Treats and Kat-NIP under the Wraps.
About their third Christmas; we were having Family over...
Extra prezints were plentiful under the Tree on Christmas Eve in
anticipation of the Family Krowd on Christmas Day.
Included were MANY Packages for Casy & Arrow Dawgs and Fred, da Kat.
As was the Custom - THEIR Prezintz were "salted" wiff Dog and Kat Treats
under the wraps or in the boxes.
Santa & the Elf finished arranging da Loot under the Tree ...
Off to the BigBed - Hoomins, Two Dawgs, anna Kat.
Zzzzzzzzzz till Xmas Morn...
We missed the first *hint* of what was to soon be disovered ~
Da KAT was *stoned* beyond belief on the BigBed come morning!
And da Dawgz weren't too eager to get up -
I though I heard someone *BuRRp*!
"C'mone Guyz ~ Let's go see what SandiePawz brung ya!"
Out to the Living Room we go...
:eek:
OMG!!
The room was a major **DISASTER**!!
There wasn't a SINGLE present that wasn't either completely UN-Wrapped
or hadn't at least been *inspected* by a Dawg or da Kat! :rolleyes:
They even pulled the STOCKINGS down off the mantle!
SHREDS of paper & ribbon covered the living & dining rooms!
ALL Dawg & Kat and Two-Legger /Hoomin prezzies were
De-Wrapped and De-Boxed and THOROUGHLY *inspected* for the
sought-after hidden *treats*...
GUD GRIEF!! :(
Most of Christmas Day was spent cleaning, salvaging, and RE-Wrapping...
Kumpany Kame ...
Gifts were exchanged ...
*Puzzled Looks* were given ... ??
Seemed that more than a few gifts had received a bit of
"personalization" by da Santa'z Helpurz Kritterz...
a Toofie Mark here,
a Klaw Skratch there...
It was a Memorable :D Christmas ~
Family Members were bursting into laughter HOURS later!
RIP, Casey, Arrow, and Fred!
May all Three of you FurKids have another Wonderful Christmas
at the Rainbow Bridge! Dad *misses* :( Y'all!
/s/ Phred
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Ah, that would be the year I decided to make my dad a gingerbread house for Christmas. He had mentioned how much he loved gingerbread and wold love to have an old-fashioned gingerbread house.
I had off (by some stroke of luck) that year on Christmas Eve. Dad was working at Walmart to make some extra money, so I had all day to bake and create the bestest gift ever! I iced and iced and built an AWESOME gingerbread house. I had Necco Wafers as the shingled foor, Smarties as the cobblestone walk, fruitstripe gum as hutters... oh it was sooo pretty! I worked HARD on it. I put it on a nice sturdy piece of carboard so we could carry it around, and placed it on the diningroom table for him to see later.
Well, he never got to see it because Nicki decided to help herself to my house! Yup, she ate the whole back side of the house! Doggies like Gingerbread too! We ended up putting it in a deep bookcase, so you could see it from the front, but not the damage to the rear... and everyone would oooh and ahhh at my creation, then I would show them Nicki's helping paw.
Gotta love that girl - even back then she was a poor starving creature! :D
Phred,
I am sitting here nearly in tears from laughing so hard!
I have a vague childhood memory of my kitten running up the tree with airplane ears, ornaments flying all over the place. We had a glass star and she ran straight up to that and whacked it off and it broke. I found it quite entertaining though, it wasn't a disaster to me!
Not a pet, but Jaden was involved in a Christmas disaster once. He was about two years old, just beginning to walk around. It was my first year with a nice house, so I went all out on the Christmas Tree. It was tall with all sorts of beautiful ornaments. Well, I heard a crash and a muffled cry. I went out into the living room, and all I could see is his hands. He'd pulled the tree down on top of him. The tree water stained the carpets and the poor little guy was scared.
Oh, one more! Not pet related, but funny. My mom isn't much of a cook, so she always made the bread rolls that come in a cardboard box. I think you put the box and all into the oven to warm them. (Or maybe that's just the stupid way my mom did it.) Well, one year, my mom forgot about them and we had a kitchen fire. :rolleyes: