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My niece believes that their cat is part of the family because it has its name and their surname on its collar tag. When her daddy let his beard grow it was ginger and white, just like the cat. I think she's really convinced that the cat is her little brother.
when my older sister and i were little girls, we had a dog named Winky 'cause he had one eye. well, one day, we couldn't find him. so, to be the good sister she is, my sister told me that Winky had been flushed down the toilet. for a long time, i feared the potty.
When I was little I used to belive that dogs pooped out their tales...
When my sisters and I were younger we insisted on getting a dog. However the novelty soon wore off and we weren't prepared to walk it or look after it anymore (like many other children, I assume!). So one day upon returning home from school, the dog was missing. My Dad told us that "Major" (the dog) had been recruited by the army as it's mascot and was crrently in training at an army barracks, far away.......... Only a few years ago did he confess, he had actually given him away to a friend of his who lived in the countryside.
I used to believe that kittens and puppies could choose what color they wanted to be before they were born. So I figured all multi-colored cats and dogs simply didn't decide which color they really wanted to be fast enough before being born!
When i was little my mum convinced me that if a cat spat in my eyes i would go permanently blind.
I used to believe that dogs in China had slanted eyes like Chinese people do.
When I was a kid, my mom used to tell me that dogs & cats ate grass because they were bored. Like so many other things she told me, I believed her until I was an adult and found out other wise.
When i was about 6 it became apparent that I was allergic to cats. We had a siamese which me and my little sister loved very much. The memories are blurred thanks to age, but my parents told me that 'we gave to pussy to a nice couple in country'. When I was old enough I realized that the cat was put to sleep. I used to tell the story sometimes as an example of the classic tale of pets vs. allergy. When I was about 30, I talked with my folks about the cat, and they told me that actually the cat _was_ donated to a nice couple in the country and they had pictures to prove it. Double standards seem to be sometimes created by your own mind.
My sister was convinced that when she grew up she was going to have puppies instead of babies
When I was younger, I use to believe that cats & dogs had special langauge all their own and thats why when one dog was barking all the other dogs in the neighborhood would start barking and so on.
My parents became very concerned however, when they would discover me sitting crosslegged in front of my dog or the neighbors cat coaxing it to "teach" me it's secret language so I could properly communicate.
My little cousin Lauren who is 8 truly believes she can talk to our cats and dogs and they seem to understand her..O.o
When I was 5 or so we saw a dog walking down the road. My dad pointed it out and said it was a "bird-dog". I exclaimed "Can it fly daddy, can it fly!?!?"
When my friend was small his brother told him that they made lipstick out what came out of the end of a dog when it got..um.. excited. He had a total meltdown one day when his mom was putting lipstick on.
When I was little, I used to think that cats and dogs thought in English???
When I was a kid, 7 or so, the neighbor boys told me that when a dog laid upside down it would suffocate. Consequently I awoke a dog and never let it lie on its back.
i used to believe that dogs were furry midget who walked on for legs
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.
my dad always said his "dogs" were tired (meaning his feet),so when I was around 3, I thought my dad's feet really were dogs. my mother has pictures of me talking to and playing with my dad's feet.
when i was little i used 2 belive that cats whiskers were good luck so when my cat was near me i used to grab them and say look now i have good luck. one day i decided that if i cut them off i would have good luck as long as i had them ( to bad thats not true) when i did cut them off (i did it a few times) it took my mom a while to know what happened then she found out what happened she grounded me from scisors for a year and told me never to do that again and i told her it was for god luck and she couldnt believe it she broke out laughing.(i was still grounded) i still have my cat and now i have a dog i dont believe that my cats whiskers are lucky anymore!!