Author: FromDog

It started out as an ordinary Sunday morning. The sun streamed through the kitchen windows, the coffee pot burbled in the background, and I was in the middle of folding laundry—a task I secretly enjoy because it gives me a sense of accomplishment. Unfortunately, my golden retriever, Max, had other plans for the day. Max had always been fascinated by laundry. He loved to watch the clothes tumble around in the dryer, his head tilting from side to side like he was trying to figure out the mystery of spinning…

I’ve seen my fair share of guilty dogs on the internet—the ones who get caught stealing socks, knocking over trash cans, or digging up the flower bed. But nothing could have prepared me for the world-class performance my beagle, Charlie, put on one rainy afternoon. If there were an Academy Award for “Best Canine in a Dramatic Role,” he would’ve won it by a landslide. It began innocently enough. I had stepped out for an hour to run errands. Charlie, who usually behaved just fine when left alone, greeted me…

Max, my golden retriever, had always been the kind of dog that could read my mood like a book. If I was sad, he’d put his head in my lap. If I was excited, he’d dance in circles. And if I so much as touched his leash, he’d be at the door before I could say “walk.” But there was one thing Max could sense even more keenly than a trip to the park—he could tell when we were going to the vet. It all started on a Tuesday morning,…

If there’s one thing my bulldog, Oliver, believes with all his heart, it’s that baths are an unnecessary cruelty invented by humans. He loves muddy puddles, rolling in the grass, and chasing after anything that smells questionable—but the moment you mention the word “bath,” he transforms into the most dramatic actor you’ve ever seen. Last Saturday was bath day, and as usual, it turned into a full-blown comedy routine. The Realization It all started when I turned on the bathroom tap. Oliver, who had been lounging peacefully on the couch,…

Some dogs beg for scraps. Others wait patiently for someone to drop food. And then there’s Rocky—my clever, slightly mischievous German Shepherd—who decided one evening that he wasn’t waiting for anyone. It was a Friday night, and I’d ordered a large pepperoni pizza as a treat after a long week. The scent filled the kitchen, and even before it arrived, Rocky’s nose was twitching like he could smell it coming down the street. The Temptation Arrives When the delivery driver handed me the warm, fragrant box, Rocky was already sitting…

My Labrador, Buddy, has never been subtle about his love for treats. He hears the crinkle of a snack bag from three rooms away, and the moment you hand him one, his whole body wags like it’s his birthday. But one afternoon, instead of devouring his treat on the spot like he usually does, Buddy decided to hide it. And what followed was the most unintentionally hilarious performance I’ve ever seen. The Moment It Began It started with a peanut butter biscuit—a big one. I’d just returned from the store…

I never thought I’d see stealth and martial arts moves attempted by a beagle, but my dog, Jasper, has been proving me wrong since the day I brought him home. He’s small, quick, and more cunning than I ever imagined—especially when it comes to food. But the day he decided to go full “ninja mode” will live in my memory forever. It started on a lazy Sunday afternoon. I was in the kitchen, trying a new stir-fry recipe, while Jasper lounged nearby, pretending to be uninterested in what I was…

I’ve always believed dogs have personalities just as vivid as any human. My golden retriever, Max, has proven that to me countless times. But one afternoon last spring, his personality shined so brightly that I couldn’t stop laughing—and neither could anyone else who saw what happened. It started like any ordinary Saturday. The sun was out, the breeze was warm, and Max was sprawled on the back porch, soaking up every ray of light like he was on vacation. I grabbed my phone to take a quick photo, but what…

It was one of those perfect Sunday afternoons—sunny, warm, and with just enough breeze to make being outside feel like a treat. My friend Sarah had invited a few of us over to her backyard for a barbecue, and we knew her Labrador, Cooper, would be the star of the show. Cooper was famous in our circle for his love of fetch. If you threw it, he would chase it—balls, sticks, frisbees, you name it. But on this particular day, Cooper was about to give us a performance none of…

When my friend Megan told me she’d adopted a second dog, I knew things were about to get interesting. Her first dog, Duke, a six-year-old German Shepherd, had always been the calm, stoic type—the kind of dog who would rather watch the squirrels than chase them. The new addition, however, was a three-month-old Labrador puppy named Milo, a little ball of golden fur with endless energy and zero understanding of personal space. I decided to stop by the first weekend Milo came home, and what I witnessed was pure, unfiltered…