What's the most embarrassing thing your dog has done?

There's been a few... such as when Jasper was lying down on a grass verge, a passing policeman leant over him to say hello, and he snarked at him.

Probably the most embarrassing, though, was when he decided to jump in the deep end of a large pond in the local woods to cool off. He discovered that it was a lot deeper than he had expected. Just his head and front legs were visible above water, his legs thrashing but achieving nothing. I waited... because all dogs can swim, right?... till only his head was above water, and gradually getting lower. There was a teenage lad sitting by the pond, but I decided that if I was going to have to go in and rescue him, I wasn't going to do it fully clothed. So I stripped off to my undies, swam across the (very stagnant) pond (he was on the far side and I didn't want to try to get in off the steep bank) and hauled him to the edge, where we both managed to scramble up the slope. I then realised I was in my undies and my clothes were on the other side of the pond, beside a rather bemused teenager...

Went back round, got dressed, and as we walked away I met a couple of friends and told them what had happened. A man we knew vaguely also came up to chat and they told him. He looked me fully in my chest, where my thin, tight-fitting white t-shirt over my sopping wet bra was rapidly cooling... and said, 'Can you do it again?' Dirty old man

On a positive note, Jasper never again went in water unless he could be 100% sure it was gently shelving. Though if we went down the beach with him and took it in turns to go in the sea, he'd get in a right old state if he thought we were out of our depth

I can't believe that guy said that to you! You're far more restrained than I would have been.

We've had a few with Bailey over the past thirteen years. The most memorable was when I was sat in a cafe with him a couple of years ago. I'd bought him some kind of dog food thing off the menu which was basically a bag of dry dog biscuits with some meat chucked in. He didn't want it. There was another dog sat at a nearby table. So I asked the owner if their dog wanted it. They agreed so off I go to offer it to this other dog, thinking nothing of it. Bailey decides that he absolutely wants it now and he is going to make sure the whole cafe knows. He snarks at this other dog, the other dog snarks back and then Bailey wolfs down the food Not that he actually liked it mind!

One with Lila which was not so much embarrassing as nobody was around but terrifying was when she was four months old and I nearly killed her off We'd gone to a forest that she'd never been to before but me and Bailey have been to loads of times. Bailey is a sensible dog and had always gone off lead here; so I thought nothing of unclipping Lila. Lila loves water and swimming. At the side of this forest path was the river but it was down a very steep embankment several feet down. Lila promptly goes and chucks herself off it to get into the river. The river was quite deep and I thought for sure she was going to drown and I had no way of getting down this embankment to her. Luckily, I know the area very well so I knew the river meets ground level a few metres downstream. So I had to leave her whilst she was screaming her little head off to get further down the river. Then I had to call her and she finally saw me but she'd have to swim across and she hadn't swam in deep water before. Thank goodness she did and she got to me. It hasn't put her off water or swimming though!

Oscar sat in the kitchen . My daughters friend went in and patted him then she put her hand out and asked for paw... Oscar promptly vomited into her open hand!

Not one of the dogs i have now, but when I was a child my dad had a collie. We were walking along the sea-front in Hunstanton and Ben leapt over the sea wall, landing in the middle of a family picnic on the beach! I don't know who was the most shocked, him or the picnickers.

Another collie we had, Meg, when we were camping , came back to our tent with a string of cooked sausages trailing behind her. Freshly cooked, straight out of some-ones frying pan.

Timber once found a baby's dummy (pacifier) and picked it up, in his mouth obviously. He paraded around with it and nobody was going to get it back, there were loads of people around all laughing at him.

He did look funny though, I just wish I'd had a camera.

I've had a couple, both with dogs that have since died.
Ziggy: We were at an agility competition and I went for a pee in one of those plastic portaloos before going for our run. Ziggy was outside, her lead through the door. She lunged at something, her lead caught the door catch and it flew open, leaving me (a woman) sat there in full view.

Kite: She was about 6 months old and we went to a beach. There was a family setting up a barbecue and they called her over. Next thing, she was running away trailing a string of raw sausages behind her, which she took behind a rock and ate within seconds. I offered to go to the shop and replace them, but they said they had more than enough food left.

During the pandemic, I had a mobile vet come to the house for my then 1 yr old Golden's rabies and parvo shots.
She trotted over to the vet, took a sniff, and then pee'd on her shoe.

Not my dog, but many years ago I was walking a friend's dog in Cromer churchyard during Carnival Day & he cocked his leg on a man sitting on the grass.

Not really embarrassing as such but Bob once brought me a discarded pair of men's undercrackers he found in the hedge.

JudyN said:

There's been a few... such as when Jasper was lying down on a grass verge, a passing policeman leant over him to say hello, and he snarked at him.

Probably the most embarrassing, though, was when he decided to jump in the deep end of a large pond in the local woods to cool off. He discovered that it was a lot deeper than he had expected. Just his head and front legs were visible above water, his legs thrashing but achieving nothing. I waited... because all dogs can swim, right?... till only his head was above water, and gradually getting lower. There was a teenage lad sitting by the pond, but I decided that if I was going to have to go in and rescue him, I wasn't going to do it fully clothed. So I stripped off to my undies, swam across the (very stagnant) pond (he was on the far side and I didn't want to try to get in off the steep bank) and hauled him to the edge, where we both managed to scramble up the slope. I then realised I was in my undies and my clothes were on the other side of the pond, beside a rather bemused teenager...

Went back round, got dressed, and as we walked away I met a couple of friends and told them what had happened. A man we knew vaguely also came up to chat and they told him. He looked me fully in my chest, where my thin, tight-fitting white t-shirt over my sopping wet bra was rapidly cooling... and said, 'Can you do it again?' Dirty old man

On a positive note, Jasper never again went in water unless he could be 100% sure it was gently shelving. Though if we went down the beach with him and took it in turns to go in the sea, he'd get in a right old state if he thought we were out of our depth

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Oh wow that’s both hilarious and a bit traumatic!

Oh, I forgot the barbed wire fence incident!

We were walking along a lane adjacent to a local nature reserve when Jasper caught sight of a deer in the reserve. He tried to climb through the barbed wire fence, got his belly caught on a barb and as his momentum pulled him forwards, his skin wrapped round the fence wire Trying to reverse him back didn't work - it would have done more damage. We pushed the wire down slightly so it wasn't pushing on him quite so much, and wondered what to do. Neither of us could leave him - I didn't have the strength to hold the wire down for long, and he would have panicked if I'd left him with MrN. In fact I was very impressed that he did listen to me when I asked him to relax and wait.

We couldn't think of anyone we could summon with a pair of wire cutters, so called 999, hoping this wasn't inappropriate. Got put through to the the fire brigade, who said they'd send someone out. Waited around 20 mins with poor Jasper, and finally saw three firemen in full uniform approaching. One of them cut the wire on either side, and thank goodness his skin unrolled and the bit attached to him fell off - he'd got a bit snarky with the fireman, and who could blame him?

We then had to walk up to the road where they'd parked their fire engine to sign some forms - thankfully they assured us that this was a genuine emergency and we wouldn't be charged for fence repairs.

Jasper's belly was a bit of a mess, with bruising, small punctures, and one more significant cut. I suspect a vet would want to put a stitch in it but I really didn't want to put him (or us!) through any more trauma, so I cleaned him up, took photos, and posted them on a dog forum (this was before I joined this one). Someone whose opinion I trusted reckoned it would heal on its own, and thankfully it did (obviously I watched it very closely for any signs of infection).

For some time after that, we always took wire clippers on walks!

Meg loved ice cream. To our horror we once turned round to see her enthusiastically licking the face of a toddler in a puschair! Luckily he had finished the ice cream or she'd have taken that too!

I used to look after my neighbours little boy sometimes and I'd made saucy pasta for dinner, being a boy he managed to get the tomato sauce all over his face and hands. I went off to the kitchen to get a cloth and when I got back to him he was much cleaner, he said 'it's ok Jake washed me!' as he held his hands out for Jake to finish the job...

Not really embarrassing, but did make me chuckle...

Timber still has an embarrassing obsession with bags. Maybe 12 years ago (?) my SIL visited, and had a chocolate muffin in her bag (it's okay, he didn't get it). But he's been convinced ever since that all bags must contain chocolate muffins.

Oh, I have another one. My last dog, Max, a German Shepherd / collie Cross, used to go out with us if we went to the pub. He was really well behaved.

One night though, our local had a band with a singer. And, one time, for one song only, Max decided to join in by howling along.

I ushered him out and he stopped, and he never attempted to accompany any other song; so there must have just been something about that one piece of music.

Fortunately everyone saw the funny side.