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For example, I know what “quiet” sounds like when the pups sleep
But I also know what “too quiet” sounds like. And it inevitably means trouble’s brewing
I could narrate an Eko/Penny wrestling match only by the sounds of the collars, the growls and the gnashing.
The quiet tension of an antler standoff has it’s own auditory signature
As does the sound of the victor munching on their prize. By sound I can tell exactly which pup is chewing on which toy. And I can also tell when they’re chewing on an unsanctioned item
Penny has a particular pitch to her voice when whining for Eko to share
And Eko has a particular huff when he insists he will do no such thing
I don’t need to see them to know exactly what Eko and Penny are up to!
“Well, how am I supposed to cause trouble now?”
So now close your eyes and think. I bet you know the sound of your dog drinking, running, sliding, curling up and doing just about anything else. We know their every move before they do. Of course, they know every one of our moves before we make them, so I guess it’s a draw.
Any funny pet sounds in your house that immediately make you get out of your chair at light speed?
Absolutely 100% agree 🙂
The sound of a cat about to deposit a hairball gets the bipeds running every time!
Haha so true!
With 2 dogs and 7 cats our house is rich in sounds as well. One dog alerting the other that the mail carrier is approaching…always a bark fest! Hairballs being thrown up by a cat. And the favorite, since one of our dogs has IBD…the sound of him preparing to vomit at 2 am if we forgot the bedtime treat.
Titan’s dream is to be the World Champion of Counter Surfing. However as all superstitious athletes he does the exact same warm up routine…every time. Click clack on hardwood…silence…two incredibly loud licks of intended counter… Annnnd then mom kills all his hopes and dreams by making him leave the kitchen.
We get away with a lot because Their hearing isn’t good.
Yeah, we just KNOW when something bad is going down around here. Also, we know the clinking of collars when they are up in the morning and ready for breakfast (they shake shake shake until one of us gets up to feed them). And then there’s the *hawk hawk hawk* sound of oncoming puke…ugh.
Jack is usually right by my side, so I always know where he is. But sounds from Tino would usually make me get up. After he went blind, he would sometimes get ‘stuck’ on a corner or behind something. So, if I heard him wandering about and then suddenly stop in an odd place…I knew something was up. Also if he ended up in a place in the house where he didn’t usually go…I knew something was up too.
Having 6 animals makes some of the sounds confusing, but…. I know the dogs in much the way you do. The cats are a little harder, except that Mini Cooper is getting into much of the trouble these days and Stella is causing much of the cat fights. Noel is very quiet (except when hacking a youknowwhat), and Nine talks up a storm much of the time (wa wa wa wa). Love the visuals. – Lorian of DogDaz Zoo
mom hearing is incredible it is like she has eyes in the back of her head
Oh Will, you’ve got a big head start on being a great dad! 😉
the sound of paper ripping – thats rigby ripping up mail – usually only happens when he is mad at me. Or the slurping sound muffin makes when she is chewing on her paws (which she is not supposed to do).
There’s definitely the too quiet in this house. However, Mayhem’s signature sound is she has a specific loud high pitched continuous whine I call her “I have a rawhide song”. She only does it when she’s walking around the house with a rawhide in her mouth. When the song stops I can be sure she’s digging in something she shouldn’t be to hide her precious prize.
After countless trips to induce vomiting and one stomach surgery, I am an expert in the quiet sound of munching socks!
Our kitchen door doesn’t close properly *sigh* A certain fat-headed dog (read Kasper) has learnt to barge his way past the door into the forbidden kitchen…a noise that leads to myself or partner running downstairs at lightspeed and shouting his name! 🙂
Oh yes! I can tell by the sound of Dakota’s feet when he is running with something that we inevitably will have to yell “DROP IT!” about!
Very true, Mom always knows who is up to what around here. Lucky for me I don’t cause trouble much anymore, but Bailie is always getting caught!
I always know when my lab Sadie is in the bathroom garbage. It’s almost like you can actually hear her sneaking around!
It would appear that our mom has the very same superpowers. Without fail she can tell what we are up to even when we’re not in the room. Personally we think it’s a bit weird.
Wally & Sammy
I recognise every squeak and grumble from mine. I can even tell who is drinking from the water bottle. Sounds like it’s being pulled apart? Basil. Sounds delicate? Nacho. Makes grunting grumbles while drinking Noah. Sounds normal but goes on forever? Buddy!
Our boy is known for fluffing his blanket before he makes it a wonderfully messy pile and plops on top of it to sleep. He does it loudly for a few minutes, and he has a happy grin at the end of it. Our girl, when she wants something, she will sit down, but, if attention is not given to her, she will lift her butt a couple of inches and sit it back with loud “tu-dum” reminding everyone that we better learn all of the commands. 🙂 I could hear that from any corner of our house.
I’m getting to the point where I can ‘hear’ the cogs turning in Sam’s little pea brain which usually results in me running to find him to make sure he’s not getting into mischief. 😉
Last picture is great 🙂
Try to capture that quiet moment when they look each other in the eyes before the game begins!
Great remark that quiet means trouble 🙂
In our case, flying carpets 🙂
You got great superpowers, I do too!
If you have ever hear the sound of a cat throwing up a hairball….
Well, the sounds of scratching on the rug can only mean one thing: either Eddie the Grump, my attack Chihuahua, or Gracie Sue, the sneak thief, have had an accident and are trying desperately to cover it up. After a few minutes of trying something that will NEVER WORK, I hear a definite, annoyed snort, usually followed by a thud and a moan. Eddie (or Gracie Sue) had discovered, once again, that the rug just WON’T DO WHAT THEY WANT, and they’re exhausted and now need a nap.
It’s the sound of nothing that will propel me from the kitchen in terror. Eddie is NOT the silent type; he howls, he throws himself against doors, he smacks Gracie Sue around, so not him. ahhh Gracie. She is addicted to kleenex tissues. All 5# of her goes all gooey at the sight of a balled up tissue. I can leave the room-literally-for TWO MIN and just KNOW that was a mistake. As fast as I run, she’s faster! When I return, Gracie Sue, my little “princess” has killed the trash bin and EVERYWHERE IN THE LIVING ROOM are teeny tiny pieces of what were once kleenex, including on her head, her mouth, stuck in her ears! As soon as she sees me she drops to the floor, shaking, like I’m the Marquis ‘de Sade, come to torture her. What can I say? I pick her up, cuddle her and yell at Eddie to quit with the garbage. He doesn’t care-he usually ignores me, Gracie stops shaking and we all have a treat. Has worked for 10 years-why mess with perfection?