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I believed if I let my dog lick my face and didn't wipe off the slobber, that I would turn into a dog myself.
Yesterday, I was looking at this website for some animal shelter, for a roommate who was interested. Well, after a while, I got to looking at their available cats on the site. With some of the cats, next to where it told their gender, some of them said they were "altered" saying something like, "female (altered)" or "male (altered)" for their gender. Typically, altered means changed- right?? Well, I applied this logic to the word in this context, and thought for a moment that these cats had sex change operations! And that something like "female (altered)" meant that the cat WAS a female, but had her sex changed. I was thinking to myself, "but who would to such a thing to an animal??- that's terrible!" After a couple minutes, I realized that it only meant that the cat had been fixed... what an idiot...
When I was little, my dad used to hold the cat up to his face as he spoke sometimes.
So sure enough, I grew up certain that cats could speak.
I used to believe (and still do, actually!) that animals could watch tv and understand what they were seeing. I had a rabbit that just sat near the screen, staring at it while the show was on, but would look away or do something else when the ads came on! My mother told me that I was just imagining this, but I have to question this, since my two dogs are acting in just the same way! They sit with me and watch tv (they love "Blues Clues" and most things on Animal Planet), and then start to yawn and stretch during most of the ads, except the dog food commercials of course!
When I was a kid, my family had a black Scottie that passed away when I was in preschool. We then got a Westie, which my parents called an Albino Squattie (Scottie) Dog. So I thought that was really what the dog was called. When we had guests come over, I would tell everyone proudly that we had an Albino Squattie Dog.
When I was six or seven, my friend, who was from a Catholic family and had three Dachsunds, told me that the reason the fur on dogs' heads was softer than on the rest of their bodies, was because God patted them on the head. I'm not religious, and I wasn't when I was a kid, either, so I didn't think much of it at the time, but it is rather cute...
When I was a kid I used to believe if you cleaned your dogs nose out and looked up inside of it you would see the devil. Some older boys told me this at the bus stop and I forever avoided looking at my dogs nose for fear of being scared to death.
I used to believe that my cat Oliver used to be an alien from outer space because his left eye was green, and his right eye was blue!
I had an 18 lb. cat who ate rubber bands, I used to believe she could bounce away if not careful.
That cats were slaves reincarnated.(Because slaves had to work so hard and cats are sleepy and playing all the time)
When I was about 3 my cat, Rocky, died. He was about up to my waist when he died and untill about second grade I beleived that he was up to my waist, even as I grew, and I soon thought that he was the only house cat as big as a tiger. I believed this until my friend pointed out that he was up to a 3-year-old's waist, not a full grown person's waist.
According to my mom, whenever I saw a stray dog in the street I would ask where its parents were.
I used to believe that dogs shed their noses, much like a snake sheds it's skin Where I live they;re are trees that drop big seeds that look exactly like a dog's nose.
When my cat was alone in my bedroom, I would close the door and lock it. Then I would gently approach her and say, "Okay, if you can talk, you know you can trust me. I won't tell anyone. I can keep a secret. Please, I know you can talk, so just talk to me!" Looking back on at now, I feel really stupid. I guess that's what happens when you watch movies like "The Aristocats" too much.
I used to call grey cats "pussy willows" because I belived that a pussy willow plant grows into a grey kitten. I remember getting a pussy willow plant because I wanted a cat!
When I was very little, my parents told me that cats didn't like water. I thought that this meant they didn't even drink water. So I was surprised when I saw Drummer, our cat at the time, drinking some water from his food/water dish.
My old neighboor (when I still lived in Kaneohe) owned 2 dogs, 1 of which, I took a great liking to.
Well, I was convinced that if I make a "woof" sound, and thought of that I wanted to say, then the dog (Keiko) could understand what I was telling her.
My grandfather and grandmother owned a daschund sausage dog. When we used to visit, I would sit and hear stories before my parents woke up. By the time I was eight, I believed that this dog had opened the bowling for England in the ashes, caught and bowled Bradman, been parachuted into Germany, stealing the plans that lead to D-day and biting Hitler, and had finally swam the channel home.Until I got back to school and boasted to friends. I look forward to having grand-children of my own.
My younger brothers and sister used to believe that dogs ate cats and they were mortal enimies of each other. (at least i finaly explained to them that dogs did not eat cats and that they could be the best of friends).
I used to believe that getting a female dog spayed didn't work- the male dog had to be neutered too. Every time my dog acted the teeniest bit odd, I made her lay down because I thought she was having puppies.
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