05-22-2022, 07:44 AM
The creepiest my dog did was sneezing when she got excited.
Although, she was also a hair ribbon hoarder. She learned that trick from someone or got into it by herself. Would sneak up to me and friends and silently and gently try getting the hair ribbon out. She would do that with the teeth, one tooth and in a fluid move. While we were sitting on couch or in the kitchen. Like, get up on the back feet, grab the ribbon and slide down again. Then she would carry it for displaying it to us for a while and parading around. Often we would not notice.
She was a Belgian shepherd and we trained together, she was a very intelligent, funny and active dog but well behaved when it counted. She could switch to maximum focus in the blink of an eye. When she was younger, up to around 8 years old, afterwards I did not do it anymore because she would just go and go until she collapse otherwise.
We used to drive outside the little town I grew up and let her out. She was so into racing me in the car :D. When I reved the engine she knew it would start soon and she would dart back and forth and as soon as I coupled in the gear and the car started to move, she would dart away not looking back. I would too launch and keep a safety distance in case she stumbles. The gave me time to set the car into drifts on the dirt and gravel roads. Gravel was always best but I got some trouble with the farmers whose grass cutting gear does not like gravel.
Anyways so we would do short sections of around 1km, or a little under a mile to give her a bit rest. Otherwise she would go until she foams. We repeated that one or two times. She would always win and stay in front, for her confidence. Whenever there were people or a tractor, I slowed down to walking speed and honked, she would look back to me and I would raise my hand out of the window with the flat hand down and she would lay down on the side. Let people pass.
Often I thought people would be angry for doing the above but they were more often friendly and amused about us and how well behaved she is. When I knew that someone is afraid I would park the car between her and them. Thinking back it did not seem so amazing but back then it was real freedom. RWD car, gravel, windows down, summer morning and evenings. She would take shortcuts too haha but I do not blame her, she ran on the side in the green strip, not on the gravel :)
Ah good times but after she died with 16 years age, I decided to not get a dog. I would not have had the time to invest like had, when I was younger in my teens. I would like a dog breed to work and do something. I love all dogs no matter the race but a pure family dog with zero drive, isn't what I look out for.
Although, she was also a hair ribbon hoarder. She learned that trick from someone or got into it by herself. Would sneak up to me and friends and silently and gently try getting the hair ribbon out. She would do that with the teeth, one tooth and in a fluid move. While we were sitting on couch or in the kitchen. Like, get up on the back feet, grab the ribbon and slide down again. Then she would carry it for displaying it to us for a while and parading around. Often we would not notice.
She was a Belgian shepherd and we trained together, she was a very intelligent, funny and active dog but well behaved when it counted. She could switch to maximum focus in the blink of an eye. When she was younger, up to around 8 years old, afterwards I did not do it anymore because she would just go and go until she collapse otherwise.
We used to drive outside the little town I grew up and let her out. She was so into racing me in the car :D. When I reved the engine she knew it would start soon and she would dart back and forth and as soon as I coupled in the gear and the car started to move, she would dart away not looking back. I would too launch and keep a safety distance in case she stumbles. The gave me time to set the car into drifts on the dirt and gravel roads. Gravel was always best but I got some trouble with the farmers whose grass cutting gear does not like gravel.
Anyways so we would do short sections of around 1km, or a little under a mile to give her a bit rest. Otherwise she would go until she foams. We repeated that one or two times. She would always win and stay in front, for her confidence. Whenever there were people or a tractor, I slowed down to walking speed and honked, she would look back to me and I would raise my hand out of the window with the flat hand down and she would lay down on the side. Let people pass.
Often I thought people would be angry for doing the above but they were more often friendly and amused about us and how well behaved she is. When I knew that someone is afraid I would park the car between her and them. Thinking back it did not seem so amazing but back then it was real freedom. RWD car, gravel, windows down, summer morning and evenings. She would take shortcuts too haha but I do not blame her, she ran on the side in the green strip, not on the gravel :)
Ah good times but after she died with 16 years age, I decided to not get a dog. I would not have had the time to invest like had, when I was younger in my teens. I would like a dog breed to work and do something. I love all dogs no matter the race but a pure family dog with zero drive, isn't what I look out for.