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As a kid, I used to believe that technology would advance rapidly and creat a machine that would enable us to watch our dogs thoughts and memories on a monitor like a movie. I was really worried my parents would find out about all the "bad" things I had done when they weren't there (but the dog was...)
I used to believe that if you stared into a cat's eyes, my eyes would turn that color too.
Once I was playing at my friend Corey's house and his dog was following us around the yard. I wanted the dog to play fetch like on cartoons, but he was only interested in the stick if I held it, so I let him chew on it.
Corey looked over and screamed, "Stop feeding sticks to my dog! He's a robot dog and you'll jam up his gears!"
When I said I didn't believe him he said, "Oh yeah? Well if he's not a robot dog, then why do I have to feed him battery acid?"
I believed him, and when the dog was hit by a car a few months later, I knew my sticks were the REAL reason he died.
My aunt's dog once pooped silver poop and she said it was because he ate a silver crayon. I thought that if you fed a dog a certain color crayon, it would automatically poop that color.
When I was a child, I told my parents that I wanted a French poodle because I believed that it would bark in French.
I used to believe that cats could steal our breath while we slept. Our big orange cat would love to curl up on my chest and put his face close to mine. I would always roll over onto my side so that he couldn't steal my breath.
When I was about like 3 years old we had a small kitten named cat and because of all the cartoons my sister and I watched I used to believe all animals could fly. So one day I climbed up on top of a dresser and dropped the kitten out of the bedroom window saying," fly kitty" and all she did was fall 3 floors down to the alley an bounce...which scared the heck out of my mom.
The usual dog/cat sex thing and also the reason you couldn't understand animals was because they where speaking a different lanuage sort of like spanish or something
I used to believe I could communicate with dogs and cats in their languages. I still do. My husband even calls me Doctor Dolittle.
When I was little I asked my dad one day why bulldogs faces were flat. He said it was because it was sitting in front of a window and saw a cat running outside. It tried to chase after it, but ran into the window, smashing it's face. And that was what I believed for the longest time.
I used to believe that cats climbed chimneys (only white or black cats). In Baltimore, people put ceramic cats on the outside of their houses as decorations, usually climbing a brick chimney. We weren't allowed to have pets, so my father would tell me what a bad pet a cat would make because they were always climbing up the house (he thought this would make them undesirable to me).
I used to believe that dogs liked to be tied to televisions/entertainment centers. hence our dog was traumatized.
Once I was told that cats see humans as just more cats. I still have no idea what that meant, but it tricked my mind into thinking that from a cat's-eye view, humans were all giant cats wearing clothes and walking upright. Then I started believing for some reason that if humans WERE cats, all the men and boys would have brown fur and green eyes, and all the women and girls would have white fur and blue eyes. Dunno where THAT came from.
When i was very young a bunch of kids ran around the corner of a building saying there was a doberman pincher.
When i looked ,i saw a butterfly and for years i thought a doberman was a pinching butterfly.
That only cats pooped and only dogs peed.
When I was little we lived on a farm, and there were a lot of wild cats. My sister told me that the reason the cats never came near people was because I was evil, and they could sense that. She told me that all that cats had been friendly before I was born.
I used to believe...thanks to my older sister...that dogs could talk, but they just didn't talk to me, cause they didn't like me.
I had a pet cat named Pippy, we got him when I was a kitten, and I remember I used to think that he would grow up into an adult, and the two of us would get married. I imagined him all dressed up and standing on two feet like Puss 'n Boots. I guess I thought his walking on four legs was similar to babies crawling.
My older brother told me when I was a child that if a dog sleeps with his legs straight that he was dead (stiff I suppose). Even though now I'm an adult and know how preposterous that is, I still gasp with fear if I see a dog napping straight-legged.
if you feed the dog chocolate, it will give it worms