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Once when I was a kid and visited some relatives, they told me they used to have a dog but had to put him to sleep because he got sick, and they were worried he might attack their son. I thought that they were worried they might have to kill their kid too if he got infected...
When i was very young a bunch of kids ran around the corner of a building saying there was a doberman pincher.
When i looked ,i saw a butterfly and for years i thought a doberman was a pinching butterfly.
The usual dog/cat sex thing and also the reason you couldn't understand animals was because they where speaking a different lanuage sort of like spanish or something
In England we call those things in the middle and side of the road that light up at night when yout car headlights hit them "cats eyes".I asked my father how they were made and he told me that all the pussy cats in the world leave their eyes in the road to help us find our way home at night and then go and sleep behind bushes until morning.I believed that for a long , long time!
I used to believe that cats were so allergic to water, that it would likely kill them. It turns out that my folks discovered my brother and I giving the kittens a bath. Fearing that we would drown them, they told us that getting the kitties wet could kill them. It worked. I believed my folks. Then, a couple of years later I saw a cat running outside in the rain...
When I was about 8 I was convinced that my dog possessed the ability to speak but I had to teach him the words first. I spent many afternoons trying to get him to say something but to no avail.
I used to believe that I could become a cat if I tried really hard. I would crawl on the floor like a cat and meow like a cat. Since I meowed so much, I would actually answer someone's question with a meow on accident. This went on for awhile, until fourth grade, when the teacher asked me a question and front of the class and I meowed.
I used to believe that if I got scratched by my cat too much I would have to get a cat scan, so I was terrified of going anywhere near my cat for years!
I used to believe that if you stared into a cat's eyes, my eyes would turn that color too.
When I was little I thought that cats could see through walls (God only knows where I got that idea from. I found out I was wrong in school one day when I insisted to our teacher that cats had super powers....
When I was 5, I thought cats were spawned from moss, since moss was so soft. Made sense to me.
If siamese twins are joined together,
and there are cats called siamese cats,
I wondered why siamese cats arnt stuck together
I hope I don't sound racist, because I'm not. But anyway, when I was 3 0r 4 I used to believe that african americans owned black dogs. I asked my day care teacher (who was african american) if she owned a black dog, and she laughed. I didn't get it.
i was convinced that peter pan was stuck inside the body of my dog. i felt terrible for him, because he was unable to talk back to me.
My St. Bernard would stare at me all of the time if I wasn't paying enough attention to her. I eventually came to the conclusion that she was an alien, studying my habits so that she could tell her other alien friends when they came to visit her.
i used to think that if i ate some dog food, i would turn into a dog! i must of rreally wanted to be a dog, cause i loved to eat the biscut treats!
When I was younger, my dad took us all to Sam's Club to shop for a tent so we could go camping. I didn't understand the concept of a miniature display tent, so I asked him why all the tents at Sam's were so small. He answered, "Well, it's about time we bought the cat a new tent." I honestly believed for quite some time that my dad had bought the tent for the cat and would wander around the house at night trying to catch the cat camping.
when i was little i thought my cat would turn into a lion when he got older.
I used to belive that my dog would kill me if I didn't feed it. (when I was 3)
When I was about eight, my friends and I saw our neighbor's dog walking about while we walked home from school. We started calling to the dog when the owner told us not to touch it because the dog had rabies, and if it bit us, we'd have to get shots from a 3-foot-long needle in our stomachs. The dog was not ill, but I guess my neighbor just didn't want his dog getting swamped by a bunch of little kids. Nevertheless, I thought that if I touched a dog not on a leash, I would have to get a shot from a giant needle! I don't think I learned differently until I was about 12 or 13.
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