animals: cats and dogs

I think that cats are either
a) Just as smart as we are, but their voices dont exist... yet
b) Are smarter than us, but think we are really stupid so they dont talk to us

i know it sounds stupid... I am kinda crazy

When my dogs didnt stop barking my sister told me to scream, "with the power of Christ" so that they would stop. so i believed it for many years.
( it actually worked )

I used to believe that when animals died, they became stars in the sky. We lived in the country, and I had more than one cat disappear, most likely to the unlucky dinner of local coyotes and red foxes. I would lay in the front yard at night for hours crying and trying to console my young heart with the twinkling stars above.

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 my cat was alone in my bedroom, I would close the door and lock it. Then I would gently approach her and say, "Okay, if you can talk, you know you can trust me. I won't tell anyone. I can keep a secret. Please, I know you can talk, so just talk to me!" Looking back on at now, I feel really stupid. I guess that's what happens when you watch movies like "The Aristocats" too much.

When I was six or seven, my friend, who was from a Catholic family and had three Dachsunds, told me that the reason the fur on dogs' heads was softer than on the rest of their bodies, was because God patted them on the head. I'm not religious, and I wasn't when I was a kid, either, so I didn't think much of it at the time, but it is rather cute...

I used to call grey cats "pussy willows" because I belived that a pussy willow plant grows into a grey kitten. I remember getting a pussy willow plant because I wanted a cat!

My old neighboor (when I still lived in Kaneohe) owned 2 dogs, 1 of which, I took a great liking to.

Well, I was convinced that if I make a "woof" sound, and thought of that I wanted to say, then the dog (Keiko) could understand what I was telling her.

I was really little and we had a male dog laying on his back and my mom, my sister and I were petting his belly. This dog had uhh very prominent testicles and I pointed to them and asked what it was. My mom laughed hysterically and told me it was his butt. I believed her, but still wondered why his butt hung down like that.

When I was small, our BIG white male Pomeranian, Moosey, used to howl constantly when there were female dogs in heat in the neighborhood. Mom took him to the vet one day and when he came back he didn't howl anymore. She told me she had his voice taken out. I believed this until I was 13, despite the fact that he could still bark. By this time, the dog was dead, but I still firmly believed his voice had been taken out. In reality, he was simply neutered.

When I was a kid I used to believe if you cleaned your dogs nose out and looked up inside of it you would see the devil. Some older boys told me this at the bus stop and I forever avoided looking at my dogs nose for fear of being scared to death.

When I was a little girl, I got the message that I could be anything I want when I grew up. So when people would ask me what I wanted to be, I would say "a cat!".

My cousin used to believe that a beagle was a type of a bird(from getting it mixed up with eagle)

He would read the Peanuts comic strips, especially the ones with the beagle scouts, which are actually a group of birds led by Snoopy. He had no idea what a beagle was, so he guessed that the "beagle" in Beagle Scouts was referring to Woodstock and the other birds, until he asked his mom "What type of dog is Snoopy supposed to be? I know that Woodstock is a beagle but what about Snoopy?" and he got laughed at and she explained the whole thing to him.

When I was about 3 my cat, Rocky, died. He was about up to my waist when he died and untill about second grade I beleived that he was up to my waist, even as I grew, and I soon thought that he was the only house cat as big as a tiger. I believed this until my friend pointed out that he was up to a 3-year-old's waist, not a full grown person's waist.

According to my mom, whenever I saw a stray dog in the street I would ask where its parents were.

I used to believe that dogs shed their noses, much like a snake sheds it's skin Where I live they;re are trees that drop big seeds that look exactly like a dog's nose.