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I thought that all dogs were boys and all cats were girls.
When i was little, my dad told me that tires on cars were made from dog noses. i believed it until fourth grade.
When i was little i belived that cats are pure evil and kittens are plotting, come to think of it i still do
When I was about 4, I was convinced that all dogs were male & all cats were female.
I still believe that cats no the meaning of life and where we go when we die. Why else would the be so unafraid when their loved ones die?
My Grandma had a cat and me and my cousin when we both were about 4 would eat her cat food out of her cat bowl acting like cats.Our older cousin told us that we would become cats if we ate cat food. So we stoped and waited to turn into cats.
When i was little i thought that "its raining cats and dogs" meant that it really was. The radio one time said that it was going to be raining really tommorrow evening. I felt bad for the cats and dogs, and that day i went to the store and bought toys, food and water and baskets for the animals. i stole the money from my mom and she wasn't very happy.
My first grade teacher, a nun, told me that cats and dogs didn't have brains. I checked this fact with my mom a few years later.
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.
I was about 6 or 7,a raccoon or skunk or something attacted my cat. It drooled all over my cat. Kitty was scared for a long time and so was I. That night I layed in bed,scared, thinking it was a monster. HaHa! ! !
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 ...
When I was small, I had this obsession that my cat was a human, but deformed. I spent countless hours trying to make her speak,and when she meowed, I would get angry and ask her to say what I told her to. I occasionally would pester my parents, saying she needed a wheerchair because she couldn't walk on two legs, and I wanted her to get a nice haircut...
When I was a little girl, I used to chew on my hair. Dunno why, I just did. And we've always had plenty of pets, particularly cats. So to get me to stop chewing my hair, my dad took me to our hallway and pointed to a hairball one of our cats had thrown up and told me, "If you keep chewing on your hair, you'll throw up hairballs like the cats."
Needless to say, I never chewed on my hair again.
There is something you should know, i was a suspicious little kid. I thought that cats wanted to take over the world which was currently run by humans and dogs. That was why dogs hated cats so much. Coincidently, i was a dog person.
Becuase of Lady and the Tramp(The movie) I thought all little dogs were femals and big dogs were males.
Thank god to animal planet for setting me straight
I used to believe that if a dog barked that the dog had rabies, (this was after I watched 'Old Yeller'). Every time my dog so much as opened her mouth, I would run, screaming, for the room. That just made it worse, because my dog is a herding dog, and would playfully chase me.. Finally, my mom told me that when a dog foamed at the mouth it had rabies, not if the dog barked.
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.
I thought all poodles were female...i mean how can you be a male poodle and live with yourself?
When I was a child I beleived that humping dogs were "dancing" cause its what my mother had told me several times. She finally explained it to me when I went outside to see our dogs "dancing" on the porch, and screamed for her to help them when they were "glued together".
When I was younger, between 8 and 10 years old, I beleived that fixing a dog was when you put a rubber band around the base of their "pee wee" and let it fall off. I just couldn't figure out how they peed afterwards.