re: Maddest you've ever been at your pet?

You did that, why would you be mad at your dog because you gave him food he shouldn't eat.

Went out drinking with some friends on a Saturday to watch a game. Ended up almost all the bars were full so we decieded to go to this hibachi place. I got dropped off at the house, had me a sh!t beer and then a shower beer before I watched one of those 10:00 games from the west coast. Well as everyone knows Hibachi leftovers are 10 times better than the original, so I heat it up and bring it in the living room with the game about to start. My phone starts ringing from my bedroom so I run in there and answer it cause it was my buddy that dropped me off and I was worried. He just wanted to say I forgot my jacket in the truck. Walk back to the living room and my food is gone and my last beer was in the floor, drank too much to go get more beer and food. I ended up not watching the game I was so mad.

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Before we interred my grandfather, his ashes were sitting on the mantle. My cat knocked the mantle on the ground, and my dog rolled around in the ashes. Came home to a nasty mess.

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Oh frick, sounds like something from a comedy movie.

In the winter, my Aussie will find copperheads and dig them out where they are hiding. I'm standing behind her, she finds two and slings the first one right out at me and it lands on my boot. I yell, dog comes out and kills it. I bought snake proof leggings after that.

It was cold enough that the snake was probably not a big threat, but it scared the shite out of me.

My Border Collie knows our house rule - food that falls on the floor is fair game, other food is not. I busted her casually and slowly pushing a burger off the coffee table.

I have two, and they are both examples of me more pissed at myself than at my pet after further contemplation:

We have a boxer mutt (mixed with some sort of hound or possibly a dane, not really sure)

When he was 5 or 6 months old, I was living in a 1 bedroom apartment in Buckhead. I had a work golf tournament and I was completely trashed by the time I got home. After taking him for a short walk, I passed out.

I woke up in the middle of the night to find that the puppy pulled up half of the carpet in the living room. He basically worked away at one corner of the room and managed to get the carpet up and then proceeded to pull it up from that corner. There was also poop and piss everywhere.

The second time was a couple of years later. My wife's parents live in Albuquerque, so whenever she went to visit, she would bring back a delicious carne adovada burrito with green chile from our favorite burrito place out there. She would freeze it and bring back it. After thawing it and reheating it, it was sitting on the counter to cool. We walked away for 10 seconds and came back to find that the burrito had been completely devoured. This was the first (and not the last) time that he was able to sneak our food off of the counter. Again, our fault, but I didn't hide the fact that my fat arse was enraged at that mutt in that instant.

My retarded yellow slab, Jake, ate my new prescription sunglasses......but realized it was my fault for having them in his reach before I was a dick.

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My Yorkie does a night stroll and licks my face, waking me up at at 3 am all the time. My wife asks me why I don't get mad and I think it may have been the sweetest thing that happens to me all day.

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Your Yorkie licks its arse at 2:55 am. Your Yorkie actually hates you.

Mine has in mostly order of occurrence from adoption to now.

Ate through half of my electronics power cords while I was deathly ill.

Took out my car.

Ate my club chair corner.

Covered an apt carpet in ink.

Ate several chairs to pieces.

Ate through zip ties holding a baby gate closed, mauled the millwork around a door, the door, the weatherstripping, and the grout.

I just shake my head.

I wasn't angry, but this one time I was on the computer and I went to the kitchen to make a sammich, since this happened before I was married. I make it, set it down at the PC, and go back for a drink. My dog was sleeping across the PC office at this time. I came back, set my drink on my napkin, and begin wondering where I put my food.

My dog is still sleeping, so I think nothing of it, and retrace my steps. I check in the fridge, counters, everywhere but can't find it. So I sit down at the computer, baffled. That's when I see it, a trail of crumbs from the keyboard, straight to my "sleeping" Jack Russell. The lil fricker had hopped on my chair like a ninja, silent and under a cloak of darkness, stolen and then devoured my sandwich, then pretended to be alseep after. I applauded his skills and didn't punish him, but had to watch him closer from then on.