For me, it was when I was eating Wendy's at home last week and I didn't share my fries. So when I went to throw out my fry bin into the garbage, he knocked it out of the way, before it landed in the trash.
almost had my Kobe moment.
thanks, doggo.
Woodstock and Sarah.
I like both cats and dogs, but I don't have the time or space for a dog.
I had a Jack Russel that loved to jump on a chair, then onto a counter, then go out the window to go outside for bathroom breaks. More than a dozen times I had to let her back in.
You threw some fries and your dog snatched them, or the dog moved the garbage bin so that you could finish the fries without pulling them out of the trash?
i said 'I went to throw out my fry bin' the bin of fries. I threw it out because it was empty.
he nudged it mid-air while it was on its way into the trash.
My dog has escaped 4-5 times. In his most recent episode, I found him in a nearby kebab shop, he smelled the meat and walked in through the back door.
He has dug holes to escape and on one occasion, ran full speed into the fence in the back garden and broke a panel off to escape.
I had a snake named Zoro (honduran milk snake with a black face) and he escaped a perfectly locked cage... never found him. He bit me about 50 times, he had escaped 3 times in the pet store and no one wanted him because he was an asshole. I naturally took him home and nursed his wounds. When he got better, he escaped a cage no snake can escape... Completely locked still with only a hole a quarter the size of his head. I'm still completely puzzled as to how he did it.
I've told this before, but my cats have an odd behaviour where they want to be the first to use a freshly cleaned litterbox.
One of my cats seems to have figured out how the digestive system works. After I cleaned the box, he tried to use it. When he failed because he had no 'ammunition'. He went and ate and drank, then came back and claimed 'first' on the box.
This cat also knows how doorknobs work, and when I come home, instead of trying to greet me at the door, where he would have to compete with the other cat, he runs to my computer to set an ambush. He knows that I go there after taking my shoes off, and if he gets there first he doesn't have to battle the other cat for my attention.
He has also learned that he is very cute, and that women are easily manipulated by doing cute things. He specifically targets women because he has learned they can not refuse him. The little asshole is better looking than I am, and he uses it to steal any women I bring home.
Some cats are brilliant. They just have no motivation to use that intelligence for anything but themselves.