47 Pet Owners Share The Biggest Beef Their Animals Have Going On Right Now – Bored Panda

But along with extra cuddles and love comes a fair share of chaos and drama, too. One Redditor decided to ask people with multiple furry friends to share the hilarious soap operas unfolding in their homes, and the responses did not disappoint.
I feel typing it out is therapy.I have eight dogs.Not a typo. I didn't do it on purpose. It just kinda… happened. People leave a dog with you and never come back and then the 'what's one more at this point?' ideology hits and suddenly, you think maybe you should file some paperwork and just become a shelter, but you know you won't adopt any out so you're just stuck with a pack of dogs.Anyway.Let's discuss Dog Politics in a pack of eight very different dogs.I have a mini pack within the pack, of my four weens – Chicken Nugget (the queen alpha of the ween pack), Kimchi (her daughter and second in command), Gus Gus ( an inbred ween who only has one functioning eye and brain cell), and Taco Bell (has all his braincells but only uses them for evil and narcissistic purposes).The larger Pack consists of Sadie (a mixture of all the big dogs you can think of and is often mistaken for a pony), Max (a dutch Shepard – which is just a nice way of saying a really dumb German Shepard), Puppy (her government name is Charlie but it never stuck – Australian sheep dog) and Django – the Dog Who Started it All. He's a chiweenie, but mostly just a medium sized sausage with tiny legs and the sweetest heart you ever met.Are you still reading this? Why?! Anyway, when they're all in the same room (whichever room I'm in) Sadie is in charge. She basically raised all of them except Max and Django. She's about two years past her expiration date, though, so Chicken polices when Sadie is too tired.As it gets colder outside, the true drama surrounds heat. I'm not a very big woman, and so not all of them can be on me at once. Thus they play Queen of the Mountain.I am the mountain. Obviously.If I am in a seated position, it is a full half hour of inner fighting before they all settle into the same spot they've settled into for years. I don't know why we do this several times a day, but we do. Hope you have a great day and thanks for reading. Unless you voted for Trump. Then have the day you voted for.CACAW.
As she’s now on her own (for the safety of others) my massive duck has free run of the garden. This, we hoped, would quieten her innate rage at being born a duck rather than a honey badger. It has not. She is now the quacking equivalent of a gang leader. Wild birds know that any food that falls to the ground is hers now. Neighbourhood cats fear to step foot in the garden. The latest development is that the dogs will now not go out alone. Together, they stand a chance, but alone…The dogs in question are a GSD cross the size of a small pony and a Patterdale.
We're a blended family – the dog is scared of the cat, the cat is scared of the dog – but they both want those sunny spots in the house so bad.The solution seems to be the cat sitting with his back to the dog, and the dog hiding her face so she can't see the cat.
We have to stand guard while our dog eats because the chickens will steal his food and he will let them because he’s trained to stop touching food if someone interacts with his food. It does not occur to him that this rule only applies to humans and not to chickens.
