Well this thread got me thinking...http://thelabradorforum.com/threads/mortified.14670/#post-223922 How much embarrassment has your labrador caused? I will kick off... We used to have a really nice friendly MALE dog walker. As usual he had popped round to collect the dogs. He paused." Err...Kate, Benson has something..." I am working from home and shout down, "don't worry it's his new toy"...thinking he had hold of his new squeaky. "Err Kate...I don't think so....." I sigh and come downstairs. Benson is having the hoolie of his life with one of my padded bras he has stolen from the washing. Dog walker red faced. One of the padded "fillets" at his feet.
Oh, I already posted on the other thread but here you go... Ella stole a certain (used) incontinence product from a family member's bin and paraded it around the house at a large family function! The only moment worse than this was when I had to pry it from her jaws and ask said family member what they would like me to do with it
Hilairious stories,I love threads like this ,I hope they will be balm to all the Members currently struggling with biting/ toilet training/ general Labradorness ...... I've probably got 2 ,both of them already aired on here.... The first when Dexter pulled me across the park on my knees in 'speed-boat -water skier' style to get to a beagle on heat....luckily it was the crash into the owners legs ( both of us ) that stopped the charge and not 'engagement' with the beagle! It was peak time in the park opposite my house ,occasionally it is still mentioned to me! And the second when I was merrily taking photos of Dexter at the beach playing with a little French bulldog who's heavily pregnant owner was sat close by quietly on the sand. Dexter started digging and when he raised his head his mouth was stretched in a manner similar to The Joker by a decaying cooked chicken carcass....in my panic to get to him,whilst yelling to Chris to grab him ,I threw my phone at the owner,narrowly missing hitting her in the head!.......... ................... I have no dignity left!
Ha ha ha - Oh Angela, I can't remember this one, oh gosh! The water-skiing is, however, for me a classic!
Does it count if it wasn't my dog? We used to meet a nice man and his Golden Retriever. His GR needed some manners training, he always jumped up on me. One day his foot got caught in the pocket of my sweat pants, the old ones with the loose elastic. You can probably guess that my face was not any redder than his owner's. The OH was with me, his face was red too, but from laughing so hard.
I think Sam was about 15 months old , we were at Golitha Falls , a nature reserve near to my home . It was a lovely day , a weekend day so many visitors and, you know when you know whats going to happen but you cant stop it ? Sam was just ahead of me when he spotted them , a family sitting on the bench unpacking a picnic He did a flypast , snatching food straight from hands and legging it out of sight . I had seconds to decide what to do as I drew nearer to the gobsmacked family . One of them said to me " did you see what that dog did ? " " Yes " I replied , " how disgusting , its owner should be keeping it under control " I legged it as fast as I could , and hoped that they didn't see Sam munching on his lunch and wagging his tail at me The other time was more recently , when my dear boy disturbed a couple in the forest, lets just say they weren't admiring the bluebells It was truly awful , Sam was meeting and greeting , prancing around the startled couple who looked terrified when they saw the camera round my neck
When Molly was younger and we were walking along a track through the woods she suddenly took off, off the beaten track and into the undergrowth. She wouldn't come when I called so I tramped off after her to find her circling a group of three people, a man and woman in scanty fancy dress (think Xena Warrior Princess) and one with a camera on a tripod. There was a pile of costumes on the ground and Molly grabbed a bra-top and raced off with it. The woman gave chase, shouting ( at which point I discovered she didn't speak English) and of course Molly thought it was a great game, dodging in and out of trees. It took me ages to persuade the woman to stand still so that I could retrieve her top. Then it was lead on and quick march away!
I'm certain I've never been embarrassed by my dog....NOT! My previous dog was the barkiest dog I ever knew. Walks were particularly bad, all the excitement I suppose. He would be barking as we walked down the street - the whole neighborhood knew it was walky time, which was bad enough. But he would also stop at every manhole cover and bark down the holes. I suppose there's a big bad monster living down there or something...this happened every day for pretty much 10 years, probably 3-4 manholes each walk...
oh this thread is hilarious! I'm counting my luck stars and touching wood etc...we have been free of embarrassing incidents..so far.
Sue, you've posted more dog related injury posts than the rest of us put together so it's only fair that you haven't been embarrassed by them too!
When our rescue dog Charlie was about 2 years old and still a handfull I was walking in the country in a world of my own when suddenly boof he pulled me over and proceeded to drag me along the ground on my tummy, he charged into a hedgerow closely followed by me on attached to the end of the other end of the lead after a bloomin' Pheasant I crawled out of said hedgerow covered in leaves and twiggs looking very dischevelled which is not a good look I can tell you, I got up off the ground brushed myself down had a quick check around that nobody had seen me, thankfully nobody did, at least I don't think they did Oh Charlie it's a good job I love you!! x
My Italian Spinone used to regularly pull me through the odd bush or two in his pursuit of the famous bird in a bush but his classic was one wet miserable afternoon. We were walking along the path with no-one else in sight and were going to cross over the bridge and do a loop around the lake and then home. As we approached the bridge we saw a man on his bike cycling towards us, to this day I still don't know why as bikes weren't one of his hang-ups, Flynn decided he was going to run to meet him and say hello. Now being a dog of solid muscle I quickly found myself trying to just keep hold of him (terrible recall!!) and stay on my feet at the same time. As we hit the bridge my feet started going from underneath as it was slippery and found my self doing a water ski impersonation quickly followed by a full twirl on my bum. As my spin came to a halt I found the cyclist looking down at me from his bike asking if I was OK, to which I promptly replied yes, I was fine while cringing inside at some one having seen my rather ungainly acrobatics
