My friend fingered his female dog once. I was like :barf:
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[QUOTE=BOP;24954708]My friend fingered his female dog once. I was like :barf:[/QUOTE]
:wtc:
Why would you do that...?
My stepdad had the bright idea to give my dog ham during the holidays. That night, Boots had diarrhea and vomited in my bedroom just inside the door.
The door was closed and I didn't have anything I could use to clean up the mess. I couldn't even exit without smearing everything over the bottom of the door. It was horrible.
My kitten that I bought for 400 dollars got eaten by a fox and the fox left it's mutilated body in the front doorstep.
I hate fox's more than anything.
People buy pets?
I'm sorry for the lost of your kitten but I'm surprised that people buy them.
[QUOTE=Moreto;24954868]People buy pets?
I'm sorry for the lost of your kitten but I'm surprised that people buy them.[/QUOTE]
I'd be nice if more people adopted them. There's a dark path hidden from sight when you purchase many pets, whether it be a dog or a fish. Know who you're buying from and how they obtained said animal. Puppies are often mass-breeded in inhumane, over stocked puppy mills. Saltwater fish are taken from the reefs using cyanide and TNT to blow apart the reefs. It's a brutal business. (It's also why one of my life goals is to breed and sell all of the most commonly bought ornamental saltwater fish, to the point where shutting down the sickening methods used by some is not out of reach) You should always adopt.
I've shot a bird with a bb gun, thinking it was a pinecone. Seeing a bird with its brains halfway out of its skull was my first real gore experience.
One of my cats would have seizures consistently and spray all over our house. Had to be put down.
My brother's pitbull ate a peach pit once. Up until she shat it out, out house smelled like dog farts.
A cat had its litter on someone related to me.
And last, my cat was dragging its ass down our hardwood floors the same way a dog would if it had worms. It was very disgusting, leaving a streak down the hallway.
And that is my share of stories.
The inside of a Kangaroo pouch smells like Oprah Winfrey's asshole after 3 weeks in the Sahara Desert and getting anally raped by a Camel
When my older brother and his Fiancée went on vacation, they gave me their two dachshunds to look after. The older of the two (Otto) had a bad habit of humping everything even though the fucker was fixed. After the second day of having them, I walked downstairs into my living room and there were small trails of blood streaking across my carpet and my couch. It seemed as if Otto's dick was bleeding.
I took him to the vet, and it turns out he probably tried to hump something too violently and ending up ripping his dick and bleeding all over my house.
It was yucky
Our dog got diarrhea once.
[QUOTE=BOP;24954708]My friend fingered his female dog once. I was like :barf:[/QUOTE]
What the fuck man
Once we found a hedgehog on the road. We took it home, to safety. At the time we lived in a block of flats, on the 4th floor. We didn't know where to put the little bugger, so we put it on the balcony, where our rabbit was chilling in its cage. Then the rabbit escaped its cage, and scared the hedgehog so bad, it fell off the balcony. Poor little thing had no chance. :saddowns:
Once, my dog woke me up by having diarrhea on my chest.
I threw up all over my room and then had to clean it all up.
Worst Monday ever.
OP is secretly a furry
It was raining outside and I allowed my friend to dry his hair
with a towel that my dog humps. It's not been washed for months.
One day super-fat cat was sitting across the room from me, and I hear this "putput" noise. I look over at him, and he's half asleep. A minute later, I smell the most horrendous thing that I have ever smelled that has come out of a live animal.
We went to the park and there was a large puppy on a leash. We were petting it and it jumped up to lick my hand, so I let it, but then it fucking tried to swallow my arm whole, then when it couldn't, it proceeded to treat my arm like a large chew toy.
When I was in Iraq this Iraqi guy and his son left an old dying horse in the middle of a field. Later 2 other kids came up to it and starting fucking with it. They started sticking a wooden pole up it's asshole. Then one of the kids stuck his hands in his assholse(the horse's) and spread it open and was trying to peak into it. Eventually a pack of dogs(about 20+) came by and starting eating the horse...
We wanted to just shoot the horse because it was suffering but our First Sergeant wouldn't let us.
My cat yawned in my face and oh my fucking god cat breath stinks.
My cat once ate part of a patriotic pom pom. The next day he walked around with red white and blue shiny streamers hanging out of his ass. so nasty to remove, like pulling a worm out of dirt
one time i was watching a pregnant hamster for my mom's job at a petstore.
it had six babies at first
it ended with zero.
one time there was one face down in the bedding so i picked it up and it was just bloody skin.
[QUOTE=Orange-Soda;24960415]OP is secretly a furry[/QUOTE]
If I was into that sort of shit I would've posted this under the furry section with the thread title "Orange-Soda's Fap Stories"
My dog shits in the garden and eats it, comes into the living room, fucking throws up the shit she just ate and eats the shit-vomit.
Sometimes [U][B]she[/B][/U] steals my dads trainers, runs down the garden and humps them.
:wtc: It's times like these I'm grateful I'm allergic to cats
One of our dogs got a hold of our rooster one day, the bitch ripped all the flesh off his neck and back, leaving just his major arteries, esophagus and trachea and a few muscles intact. She saw me coming and immediately ran for it and I gave the bitch a swift kick as she ran by me and I made my way over to the rooster.
I had raised this rooster myself, he was the friendliest, coolest little bugger ever and was an entirely unique animal, we still don't know what breed he was.
I still don't know how he was still alive, seeing that he wasn't going to survive his injuries I grabbed the nearest heavy stick and went inside to drag that bitch back outside, she knew damn well she was about to get the shit kicked out of her, and after much yelling while pinned the ground with my boot she did.
Then I decided to get my shotgun and shoot the rooster and end his suffering, he was still very conscious and alert and clearly in a lot of pain. I couldn't even look at him when I pulled the trigger, but I did and he died there.
Then I went back inside for the bitch, I was going to shoot her. This wasn't the first time she had done this, and I was constantly kicking the shit out of her for tearing up my fencing, killing this and that, even once for attacking a kitten that I had brought home.
But this was the straw that broke the camel's back and I dragged the bitch out by the collar with another shell in my gun and I threw her out in front of me and prepared to aim. But instead of shooting her I let the hammer down and swung the shotgun around and caught the bitch in side of the head as she made a dash for the house again, this was not my dog and the owner would have been very sad to hear I had shot the bitch.
The bitch hasn't gone near a chicken or cat since then, though I wait for the bitch to make that fatal mistake again because I won't be so merciful and I still hate that bitch to the fullest extent one can hate.
I was sat with my dog.
She suddenly went really close to my face.
And then she burped and it sounded like a malfunctioning kettle.
I probably would've called it a cunt if my Gran wasn't sat next to me.
She also decided to take a shit on the landing in front of the bedroom doors like a fucking cow, even though she had shat in the garden about 5 minutes earlier.
I saw my first dog eat her own poop once.
They looked like meatballs.
I get on my bed just to feel something warm on my left leg, and then I look and I see vomit from my cat... All over my god damn leg.
I was slightly mad at my cat, but my cat is still going on my bed and now I always look on my bed first before going to sleep.
[QUOTE=RR_Raptor65;24968429]One of our dogs got a hold of our rooster one day, the bitch ripped all the flesh off his neck and back, leaving just his major arteries, esophagus and trachea and a few muscles intact. She saw me coming and immediately ran for it and I gave the bitch a swift kick as she ran by me and I made my way over to the rooster.
I had raised this rooster myself, he was the friendliest, coolest little bugger ever and was an entirely unique animal, we still don't know what breed he was.
I still don't know how he was still alive, seeing that he wasn't going to survive his injuries I grabbed the nearest heavy stick and went inside to drag that bitch back outside, she knew damn well she was about to get the shit kicked out of her, and after much yelling while pinned the ground with my boot she did.
Then I decided to get my shotgun and shoot the rooster and end his suffering, he was still very conscious and alert and clearly in a lot of pain. I couldn't even look at him when I pulled the trigger, but I did and he died there.
Then I went back inside for the bitch, I was going to shoot her. This wasn't the first time she had done this, and I was constantly kicking the shit out of her for tearing up my fencing, killing this and that, even once for attacking a kitten that I had brought home.
But this was the straw that broke the camel's back and I dragged the bitch out by the collar with another shell in my gun and I threw her out in front of me and prepared to aim. But instead of shooting her I let the hammer down and swung the shotgun around and caught the bitch in side of the head as she made a dash for the house again, this was not my dog and the owner would have been very sad to hear I had shot the bitch.
The bitch hasn't gone near a chicken or cat since then, though I wait for the bitch to make that fatal mistake again because I won't be so merciful and I still hate that bitch to the fullest extent one can hate.[/QUOTE]You sound like an asshole. Like it or not, things like this are just what dogs do. If it's too much for you without feeling the need to beat the poor thing, you shouldn't have a dog.
[QUOTE=RR_Raptor65;24968429]One of our dogs got a hold of our rooster one day, the bitch ripped all the flesh off his neck and back, leaving just his major arteries, esophagus and trachea and a few muscles intact. She saw me coming and immediately ran for it and I gave the bitch a swift kick as she ran by me and I made my way over to the rooster.
I had raised this rooster myself, he was the friendliest, coolest little bugger ever and was an entirely unique animal, we still don't know what breed he was.
I still don't know how he was still alive, seeing that he wasn't going to survive his injuries I grabbed the nearest heavy stick and went inside to drag that bitch back outside, she knew damn well she was about to get the shit kicked out of her, and after much yelling while pinned the ground with my boot she did.
Then I decided to get my shotgun and shoot the rooster and end his suffering, he was still very conscious and alert and clearly in a lot of pain. I couldn't even look at him when I pulled the trigger, but I did and he died there.
Then I went back inside for the bitch, I was going to shoot her. This wasn't the first time she had done this, and I was constantly kicking the shit out of her for tearing up my fencing, killing this and that, even once for attacking a kitten that I had brought home.
But this was the straw that broke the camel's back and I dragged the bitch out by the collar with another shell in my gun and I threw her out in front of me and prepared to aim. But instead of shooting her I let the hammer down and swung the shotgun around and caught the bitch in side of the head as she made a dash for the house again, this was not my dog and the owner would have been very sad to hear I had shot the bitch.
The bitch hasn't gone near a chicken or cat since then, though I wait for the bitch to make that fatal mistake again because I won't be so merciful and I still hate that bitch to the fullest extent one can hate.[/QUOTE]
If she's not your dog then give her back to whoever owns her.
Once late at night, I heard a cat crying, then in the morning we found it, dead, with half its fur wet... then we saw the 8 foot carpet python that attempted to eat it and gave up halfway.
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