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Up until.... oh, about my sophomore year in college I used to believe that Dachshund was pronounced "Dash hound" and that "Doxon" was just another name for Dash hounds.
I used to think that my dog had a camera hidden on top of his head, so his previous owners were always watching us.
I had my sister believing for years that I could communicate with cats in space. My ears used to ring all the time when I was kid. I would put my finger in my ear to stop it. My sister asked me why I did that and I told her I was receiving a communicatiion from the the leader of the space cats. She believed me for years.
Im 12, and no matter what i keep thinking dogs are like really smart, but wont showit, no matter how much rationalization(sp?) i have come down to 2 options:
1. Dogs are as smart as humans, but their vochal cordsaretn developed enough to make normal human speech
2. dogs have an ancient pact with themselves to never talk, and they are really good at upholding it.
^^see, i can think these things up, but i can rationalize that dogs just arent as smart as we are!!!! =\
when i was little, i used to think of all the long, curly haired/ tiny dogs as guys, and the big dogs as boys. It made seeing alotta dogs in public kinda akward
I used to believe that all cats were girls and all dogs were boys.
When I was about 10 we were visiting my uncle in Kentucky (from Illinois) and I fell in love with his angora cat. He said I could have it and we could take it home with us, but my dad told me it was against the law to take an animal across the state lines and we would get arrested by the FBI if we took the cat. So we didn't and I thought that was true for several years.
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!
when i was little i used to think my dog was like a cow and produced milk when she had puppies and so i got a bucket and milked her and put the milk in a cup and drank it and spit it out i remember thinking this is the worst milk i ever ever had!!!!
I used to believe since we had dogs and cats, and lions and tigers, that lions were big dogs and tigers were big cats.
One day that I was out walking with my dad, I was like 5 or 6, we saw a dog, it was a Dalmatian and I thought how cool that dog has black spots all over his body, and my daddy told me that when Dalmatians are born they are completely white and the Dalmatian painter put the black spots on them but they couldnt be in the rain or the spots will go away
I used to believe that my dogs could talk to me...all I had to do was practice barking so I could understand them.
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.
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,.
i belevied that there was something watching me when i was in bed. When i grew up i relized that it was my dog standing in the doorway:)
Until I was about 11, I believed that my dog understood all my feelings and actions (he behaved like it too). I was sure that he was just too clever to let us know how much he really understood. Because of that, apart from many other things, he was my best friend and I shared everything with him (including juicy apricots which he didn't care for and me eating his noodles - yes from his bowl- which he didn't care for either having wolfed down the meat).
I used to think if I left the toilet seat open my cat would get flushed down the toilet.
When I first saw the movie 'Cats and Dogs'... Well, you can probably tell what my belief was. If you've never seen the movie, then I believed that cats and dogs had secret technology hidden right under our noses.
I did crazy stuff on behaf of my belief too. I checked my cat's litterbox for some sort of futuristic devices. No devices, but lots of poop.
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."
I used to believe that our cat was a robot that spied on me for my parents. I thought that they used it to tell when I left my room even when they couldn't see me. Because my aunt gave it to us, I thought she had a control station for it, but my parents had a video screen showing what it saw through its camera eyes.