i used to believe that the tails on animals were meant to be their own personal leash.
i found out otherwise when i tried to take my cat for a walk ...

gloom

One time, when I was about six years old, my grandma took me to a carnival. It was a hot day, so a lot of people had brought their dogs. I was playing with my balloon animal when my grandma said "Look, it's a German Shepherd." I turned but saw only a big brown dog. I was disappointed that I had missed a German guy with a cane and a couple of sheep.

Katie

I used to believe that Poodles were a cross between a sheep and a dog.
I believed that until I was 18 and I started vet school!!!
Bit embarassing.

Amy

This comes from my father. He was told in school that when Huskies are in the snow, and get very cold, they would breathe through their tails. He envisioned a dog covered in snow sticking its tail in the air and breathing through it.

He found out probably 40 years later, watching The Discovery Channel, that Huskies will cover their noses with their tails to make breathing the cold air easier. It finally made sense.

Christopher

I used to believe that dogs from other countries had different languages. So a dog raised in Japan wouldnt be able to understand the barking of an American dog. Actually, that still sounds kind of plausible to me...

Michelle

My dad sold pure-bred dogs. When a buyer came to get a hunting dog, he saw my mixed-breed pet, and really liked her. He wanted to buy her, too. My dad told me, "Mary, this guy says he'll give you fifty dollars for your dog.'

I said, "Well, okay, but I don't know what a dog would do with money."

Anon

When I was about 5 we moved to a new house, which scared the willies out of our (already timid) cat, Roger. Every time he heard a noise he'd run to hide, and his favourite hiding place was inside our electronic organ (there was an opening above the volume-pedal...) Well, for a while there, I was pretty convinced that inside our organ was this giant cat-city where Roger was royalty, and the reason he went there so often was because his feline subjects needed him.

Actually, despite the fact that I grew out of that belief, I still felt a twinge of surprise when I actually looked inside the organ, and instead of the vast, softly lit city I'd always imagined, there was...the back of the pedals and keys, and a whole lot of dust. Bit of a disappointment, actually,.

loyal subject

When I was around 3 my dog Sparky got hit my a car and died. I did not know this, and when I asked "Where's Sparky?" the only answer I got was "He's with God now" To which I was upset, that this guy named God had my dog. "Where does God live?" I asked. My mom pointed up and said "He lives up there."
For quite a while I thought this strange guy named God lived up in my attic with my dog.

Jeff

When I was 4 or 5 years old, I witnessed our cat, Petal, pooping live mice out of her rear end. I was sure that that was what was happening. I had seen cats in cartoons swallow mice live, it made sense to me that that was how they would come out, squirming and gooey from the trip through the cat. Later my Mom explained to me that Petal had had a litter of kittens! D'oh!

Ben

When I was about 5, I asked my mom why her friend didn't have any kids. She told me that her friend had cats instead of children. I took that to mean that one could choose whether to give birth to humans or cats, and decided that I would have cats when I was older.

T

I used to believe I was a kitten. Simply because we had alot of cats aka "my mom's babies", so I thought since our cats were her babies, I must have been a cat, too. I realized that I wasnt, when finding out that I didn't like the taste of the food, that was set out for my "brothers and sisters".

Catwoman.

When I was about 5, I saw the family cat sleeping on the floor. It started to wake up and when it stood up there was a ping pong ball underneath it that it had been laying on. I ran screaming to my mom, "the cat laid an egg".

Dave

Up until I was around six or so, I believed that I was really a cat, living with humans. So, naturally, in kindergarten when we did self-portraits, mine was a cat. This made my teacher quite angry. I was amused.

Anon

When I was little I believed our family dog was a spy for my mom. I always tried to be good in front of him but if I slipped up I would beg him not to tell.

Jenny

When i was 6 years old i had a dog named Sandy. And i thought she was made of Sand.

Billy Bob Joe

When I was about 6 the Apollo landed on the moon, this was on the evening news every night. At the same time our neighbours had a large alsatian dog named Pollo. Night after night I fantasized about how Pollo survived in his small cubicle and how he landed on the moon...

Rina

When I was 5 or 6, the family cat started acting very strange. I asked my mother what was wrong with her, and my mother told me that "The cat is in heat." I didn't know what that meant, so I thought it was the same as when the car "overheated". After that I told my friends to be careful because "The cat is overheated".

Anon

My brother told me that cat's beeped when you squeezed them. (Lightly of course) He'd squeeze them and beep and I thought it was the cat. I thought I was squeezing wrong for some time.

Anon

My cousin told me that if you look into my grandma's cat's eyes, you can see the future.

I believed it but was afraid of getting scratched in the face by doing so, so I never tried it.

Anon

Once I asked my mom what the little specks flying around in a ray of sun shining through the window were. She said it was "flying dust". I misunderstood, and thought she said "flying dogs". For years, I imagined these microscopic cats and dogs flying around in rays of light.

Liz