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I used to believe that greyhounds chssed after a loaf of bread.
When my Dad was going out to the Pub my Mum always told me he was going to see a man about a dog. As we lived on the farm and already had three dogs I was always confused as to where we were going to put all these dogs!
My mother told me once (and I believed it), that Chow dogs were poisonous because they had black tongues. I always kept a safe distance from then on, if I ran into that kind of dog.
Until reading the Cat stories I believed the saying about a room too small to swing a cat in refered to a real cat too.
I believed that when a cat ate a mouse, the mouse went to live in the cats tail. How else did the the tip of the cats tail move so seemingly independent from the rest of the cat? And that would explain why the cats liked to chase their tale!
I believed that cats only lived for a very short time, usually no more then 6 months. I was astounded to find out much later in life that my friend had 2 cats & one was 10 years old and the other nearly 14! My sister and I were always bringing home stray cats & pleading with our parents to keep them. Guess our parents thought it was easier to go along with us at first & then when our initial excitement waned, dad somehow found a new home for them. I think that I believed they ran away to die.
When I was very young, Smoothie, our English Bulldog, was very ill with cancer. On one of many visits to the 'doggie doctor' I was left alone with my imagination in the waiting room. Since I had never met the 'doggie doctor', I sat trying to visualize him. That is when I decided if the doctors were dogs, then the cats must be nurses.
I used to believe when a dog humped you it was trying to dance with you.
When I was growing up, my parents told me to allow dogs to "sniff" my hand before I attempted to pet them. Although it sounds like prudent advice (I guess they not only get your scent, but are warned before you surprisingly tough them), you can imagine my alarm at their advice becuase... I used to think "sniff" meant "bite". Not sure why, but I now never assume a child knows exactly what I am saying to them... :)
When I was younger my sister in law used to own a cat. Well I always used to believe that the wrinkly skin you could see inside his ear was actually the cats brain
When I was little I heard that cats always landed on their feet so I dropped our cat from the balcony to check it out. She did but she died anyway. My brother told me that if you boil a cat alive and hold a certain one of its bones you would be invisible. Luckily I didn't try that one.
I really believed that cats had nine lives, so they're not afraid of jumping down from high heights. I envied them.
I used to think "Dachshund" was pronounced "Dashhound". I called them Dash Hounds until I was 12 or so.
My earliest memory is of my neighbour's weiner-dog. When she strolled past our house with her dog, I would run up to them to pet the dachshund. I remember asking the lady if she fed her dog weiners--I was sure that was why he turned out that shape!
my ex mrs and i were working on a property outside of brisbane australia and the owners dogs came up to see what we were doing ... the owner told the dogs to get back in their kennels ... in english but with a heavy german accent ... my ex laughed and said see ... english commands ... i told her yes but he whistles to them in german .... to this day she still believes
I used to think that you were supposed to pat dogs and stroke cats, and that there was something unnatural or wrong about stroking a dog or patting a cat. It just didn't feel right.
Now, however, I own a weird cat who seems to like being vigorously thumped.
I used to tell my lads, when they were younger, that 'cats eyes' were in fact cats set into the road to aid drivers. These cats were mounted on springs that retracted when you ran over them. They still believe me!
i used to think that alsation dogs were called 'alanbunseries'....until i was about 20. They're not are they?
I used to believe that all poodles were female.
I used to believe that the expression "The room was literally not big enough to swing a cat" referred to the swinging of an actual live cat by the tail, at arms length, completely around one's body. I have come to understand, with some disapointment, that the "cat" is actually a "cat-o-nine tails" -- a type of whip used for dicipline aboard ships, whose quarters were often insufficient to swing the device with the sought after level of vigor.