Then there was that year when a fox had a den on our property in the woods. She raised 8 healthy kits and used to bring them out in the sun to play. We used to watch them wrestle with each other until she rounded them up to put them back in the den. Boy, did we go through a lot of cats that year !!
And then there was the time I had a dog that would not use the heavy dog door, so I'd have to lift if up for her to exit/enter. All was well and good until the day she stopped with about 6 inches of her tail still in the door when I let the door go.
After the initial howling, she became quite happy again. Its amazing how artisitic a dog can be when blood flys out of the chopped off end of its happily wagging tail.