What's the biggest flex that your pet pulled on you to assert dominance?

We have a specific plant in our garden, euphorbias for you garden nerds.

Well, my dog just wouldn't stop doing his business on them, them specifically.

So I took some firewood planks and stuck them in the ground as a makeshift fence around them.

It worked for a few days until she crawled past the gap between

the plant and the hedge, did a reverse turn and crapped on my plant again. Persistence at its best.

I have five cats. The youngest will wait until I clean every litter box in the house

and throw the bag in the trash to decide that she wants to go number two in one box and then number one

in another box. I wondered for a while if this is the only time she goes and she's just picky

about having a clean box, but it's not. This happens literally every time I clean their boxes.

She'll sit and watch me as I'm cleaning them too. One time when my poochie managed to get

three tennis balls in his mouth

at the dog park. He hasn't been able to do it again since that one time, but he routinely walks

around with two in his mouth and looks at the other dogs like, check me out. At the dog park

years back, we were approaching a pond. There was this big dug in the water that looked

horribly disfigured. Like it must have tried fetching a live M-80 and had his mouth blown apart. Poor thing. Whatever, life goes on, he was happily playing with two other dogs in the water. As I got closer, trying to discreetly check out this messed-up mouth, the mother fricker drops three freaking tennis balls out of his mouth and suddenly goes back to being a normal, idiot,

non-disfigured boxer dog, or similar breed. I don't even think that was his maximum capacity,

to be honest. My rabbit, when I went out of town for the weekend, I lined up someone to stay with her.

I was just heading back to my house when I got the call to get home now, because the rabbit acting weird. Listless, turning down treats,

all things that point to the beginnings of G.I. Stasis, which is bad. I get home and sit with her

for about 20 minutes. Yep, she's showing signs. I get her to the emergency vet. Three hundred bucks later,

and the vet tells me her diagnosis. Drama Queen. The rabbit was just upset that I wasn't home.

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