Best Dog stories.

Mine took down a Golden Retriever that was 40 pounds heavier than her.


She's a badass.

On the ride home when i first got my boxer he puked on me.

Had a akc registered golden retrievr that had 3 litters of puppys...all full blooded golden retrievers..and in every litter she had one puppy with no tale.

My boxer was running behind me on my fourwheler one day and we were circleing a pond and in one corner it had a random spot dug out about 6 ft past the rest of the pond. Anyway, i went around and my dog didn't see it and thought he would cut the corner and catch me. Well he ran full speed into the spot and i could see his feet still running as he was hitting the water. he slowly climbed out embarrased.lol

I saw my golden retriever with something in her mouth one time. Well i walk up to her and its a small armadillo. She would drop it and let it run and go catch it again. She did it for hours.

Had my boxer jump out the back of my truck and his front feet got caught under him or something when he went to jump out. He rolled when he hit the ground.

When i first got my husky we were sitting on the porch with him and he all of a sudden tilts his head back and lets a howl out just like a wolf. surprised the crap out of me.

Speaking of dog puke stories:

We used to fry fish with all the neighbors in Old Goodwood back in the late '60's, my dad left the grease out to cool and forgot to pick it up that night. Our neighbor had a boxer, when he let her out that morning, she came over and drank about 2/3 of the grease.

Their son started playing with the dog when it came back in, low and behold, the dog puked all of the grease up on the son, on the new carpet and all over the place. Needless to say, the son started puking, as did the sister.

Still remember it like it was yesterday.. LOL

Haha thats funny. My boxer is just wide open and clumsy.lol He's actually very smart as far as tricks and listening. Obedient iguess.lol

Had my lab in the bed of my truck while pulling my boat to go fishing. To a turn on the landing road, and looked back to check on my dog, and nothing. Stopped got out and checked the bed, gone. Turned around and rushed back to the main road, and there was Buddy, laying in sand next to the road with a look like, where ya been? Scared the shite outta me.

First deer my blood dog ever got put on was a spike a kid shot on youth weekend in the back leg. He trailed it for a half mile on little to no blood, across a canal, jumped it on the other bank, bayed it about 150 yards in the woods, and sat there until we got there to finish it off. He did a hell of a job on it.