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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!!
My St. Bernard would stare at me all of the time if I wasn't paying enough attention to her. I eventually came to the conclusion that she was an alien, studying my habits so that she could tell her other alien friends when they came to visit her.
For the longest time as a child you used to think if i tried hardenough, I could either talk to cats, or become one.
i was convinced that peter pan was stuck inside the body of my dog. i felt terrible for him, because he was unable to talk back to me.
When I was a wee lad I always presumed dogs pooped out of their mouths, I have no idea why that would be...
i used to believe that when my cat died in went to Disneyland. Atleast thats what my dad told me.
When I was little, I had a cat named Pepsi. I used to believe that cats grew up to be lions or tigers. And I knew even then that we wouldn't be able to keep him once he turned into a lion or tiger, so I would always (this is awful, I know) try to take his food away so that he couldn't eat and grow up, because I didn't want to have to get rid of him.
When I was young, I used to believe that the number of nipples (which I called "nursers") on our cats & dogs would tell you how many kittens/puppies would be in the litter. So when one of our cats was pregnant and I counted six or eight or whatever nursers, I told my dad she was going to have that many babies. He was more than amused....he still mentions it to this day.
I also thought that cats had engines inside that caused them to purr.
When I was 4 years old, I thought that rabies was a disease that turned you into a cat, if you were bit by a cat, or a dog, if you were bit by a dog. I was nipped by a cat one day, while playing. It didn't break the skin but I didn't know that an animal had to bite you hard so I thought I was going to get rabies. I knew that you had to get 20 shots in the stomach (this was back in 1975) so I didn't want to tell my mom I'd been bit. But I was terrified that when I woke up one day, I'd be a cat and my mom would find out that I had rabies and I'd get in trouble. I never did wake up as a cat!
I used to believe if a black cat ran across the street in front of the car, you had to spit over your right shoulder 3 times or you would have really bad luck.
I used to believe that if I wagged my dog's tail, it would cheer my dog up.
When i was about 5 years old , my mum and dad bought me my first dog.
We had to take her to the vet to get her injections and the vet reffered to my female dog as a bitch. i asked my mum why the vet called her a bitch and my mum said its a name for girl dogs. I then began to wonder what a boy dog was called. then it came to me a bastard trust me when i told my mum my thoughts she werent to happy!!
I used to think that cats laid eggs and that my brother's collection of yellow nerf balls under his bed were my cats nest of eggs. My brother still tortures me with this.