OMG my dog is like that too, except it extends to even touching...or THINKING of touching.

If I extend my arm out to touch my mom or dad, martini (my dog) will go CRAZY, trying to attack me. We think he's just asking for attention b/c once you acknowledge him, he stops.

My dog also HATES the leash. He cringes, cries and screams bloody murder if you try to take him outside on a leash. He used to be fine, but now that I came back from school he's gone crazy.

After I'm done using them, I always MUST put the vaccume or the broom away. If I don't, my dog will growl and bark at them.

She also doesn't find it acceptable when I'm on the phone and not paying attention to her. She will throw a hissy fit until all of the attention is back on her.

My rescued from the pound, fat, happy tabby cat thinks she lives at a 5-star restaurant. She will only eat Fancy Feast, ground, not flaked, broiled, and only certain ones, Salmon and Shrimp, Liver, Chicken. Cheap brands no way, she'll sit and stare me down with that one green eye. I have to drive across town to get it at a good price. Someone said to leave the cheaper stuff out, that she would eat it. No, she went for turkey in my sandwich, instead. And it's no to milk, but likes cream cheese.

Does she have one green eye and one other-colored eye, or does she have only one eye to begin with?

My dog won't eat in the kitchen! You can give him a piece of the finest steak, and he will take it out into either the living room or dining room to eat it - the kitchen is obviously beneath his standards! He will also only drive out of a drinking glass, not a bowl, but I think he just doesn't like to get his ears wet.

Does anyone else's dog absolutely despise the mailman or any other deliveryman?

ETA: Forgot to add that he will not step one dainty paw out of the house without a lease and a bodyguard! Can't put him on a leash in the front yard, unless you plan to stay with him. It's as if he knows he's small enough to be easily dognapped - which sadly happened to a friend of mine recently. :(

My cat has to eat her wet food between 4 and 5 a.m. every morning. My cat is almost two years old and this new routine started about a month ago. She has a very freaky way of waking me up: I always sleep on one side of my bed. My cat will stand on her two back legs and reach out one of her paws and tap my face or my arm until I wake up. It scared the crap out of me when it happened at first, but now I expect it. I don't know how she figured that out. I just wake up every morning to the feeling of a paw repeatedly tapping my face. Actually, it is really cute.

I would snap her out of this routine, but I am so tired at 4 a.m. I just give her the food so she will leave me alone.

My dearly departed Doxchi hated motorcycles and would cry when people were packing because he feared we would leave him behind.

My family's Chihuahua does not like being outdoors when it rains and starts crying to be let inside.

Whenever I place my finger on my dog's nose, she tries to move it away and then she finally puts her paws over her nose. lol, it's so cute.:p

My dog does the SAME thing, but it's only when it's me, or my two roommates but not the third roommate... I think he's trying to protect us, and we spend the most time with him.

My dog is under 10 lbs and I swear, I think he thinks that he's a rotty or some other big attack dog, b/c he just goes CRAZY when the mailman comes or any delivery man, and they get soooo scared, i feel so bad but it IS kind of funny:o

I was told that was the proper way to correct a small dog's behavior. We just have to say, "You'll get nosed!" and said small dog quits whatever he was doing!

My cat hates plastic grocery bags when someone else is holding them. If he's playing in the bagfull of them, though (I keep them on hand to line small garbage cans), that's OK.

My chocolate lab hates riding in the backseat. He loves his hunting dox box in the bed of our ranch trucks, but he hates the backseat in my tahoe. If he is in my car with me he has to ride in the passenger seat. This makes many people mad.

My Brittany Spaniel hates it when Sage (the lab) is on my bed. She's a jealous one...even though there is plenty of room for both. They will fight. It's hilarious.

The next time someone gets mad about the dog getting the front seat, just tell them that the dog has been around longer than they have and can't be as easily replaced (of course, don't say that to your parents or anything).

I told my now-husband that when we first started dating and he told me he didn't like cats (and wanted me to get rid of mine). We now have 3 cats.

THIS IS my daughter. She won't say more than three sentences to me, then when I pick up the phone, all of a sudden, its "mommy, I need...."

My dearly departed Schnoodle would NOT go outside in cold weather without her sweater. She also did not like the rain: she'd turn in a circle to be let out, go outside, do her thing (no sniffing nor looking for a specific area) and come right back in.

I <3 this thread.

Unlike most of you, I don't have a dog or a cat. I HAVE TWO CHINCHILLAS!

They are really fury squirmy animals and when I get them out for free time sometimes they get away from me. As soon at I'm out of sight, Bronco goes into the kithchen and squeezes himself under the dishwasher. I've grown so tired of taking it apart to get him out. Bronco also has a favorite spot in the bathroom (aka: Chin play room). Under my sink, apparently there is a gap that they can jump into which leads to the space under the cabinet. Basically, one second Bronco is there beside me on the floor and in a split second he's gone. As soon as I figured it out, I just covered the hole with wrapping paper.

I used to leave my rug in the bathroom during playtime until I figured out what they were doing. The little buggers used it as their toilet. They would go to the far corner of the rug, stick out their little butts and pee. Now I just take the rug out with everything else.

And, Thunder, oh Thunder. He is more adventurous of the two. He has a routine. He jumps onto the toilet seat. Then, he uses his front paws to unroll some toilet paper. AND THEN! He jumps onto my counter top and runs around until everything is on the floor.

I love them. They actually had to go to the vet today. It looks like they are allergic to the new dust I was using...poor boys. :(