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When I was younger, I believed that my dog Sasha(a Basenji) was an alien. She didn't bark like other dogs and her tail was curly. I thought that didn't bark because she could actually talk and that her tail would unroll and become like an antenna so she could talk to the other alien dogs. Everytime we left the house she would go under the porch. I thought she had a computer and radio's under there to talk to her species. Haha... I once crawled all the way under to see if there was anything. When the movie Cats & Dogs came out, I was an adult, but I thought maybe instead of an alien, all this time she was a secret angent. Haha... I still kinda wonder sometimes... She's way past the point that most dogs die.
I use to believe that I could understand what my cat was thinking/saying. So I translated for about 2 years.
When I was six, my cat ended up dying, and we saw the body. When I got home that night, there was a cat that looked the same, but was smaller. My mom told me that they took our cat to work, and it shrunk in the dryer.
It wasn't until about fourth grade that I realized she just went and got a new cat.
I use to think that cats only got spayed and dogs only got neutered.
Both me and my brother didn't realize that neuter meant castration till we had our dog fixed. Bit of shock for us when he got home from the vet.... well not as big of a shock as it was for the dog though.
When my second cousin was younger my grandfather used to sit on the lid of the toilet and put the shaggy rug by the sink over his knee. He then used to open the door a crack and call my cousin and his sisters over to pet the carpet, calling it the 'dog', to see if they would actually believe him. His older sisters didn't fall for it, but for about three years he thought my grandpa had a shaggy white dog that lived in his bathroom that only came out when my grandpa called it.
Years later at my grandpa's funeral my cousin told the story as part of his eulogy-the priests were actually laughing hysterically.
When i was about 4, my parents had a huger record-player with a tape deck built in. one day they caught me pressing "pause" when the cat walked over it. i thought it said "paws" and would protect it from the cat's feet.
I used to believe that if you could pick up big white rocks, there would be puppies and kittens underneath. (My sister told me this).
I believed that the breed of dog called Boxer was called that because they could stand up and box.
my 10 year old granddaughter thought a fire hydrants sole purpose was for dogs to pee on. she called it a dog pee thing.
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 really believed that cats had nine lives, so they're not afraid of jumping down from high heights. I envied them.
I used to belive that when a cat and dog had babies, the babies would be called Docas...i had a cat and a dog...
Where are the Docas???
When I would undress to go into the shower, for some reason my dog seemed to follow me around and try to play with me more than he normally would, which led me to believe that dogs had a perverted side. When i realized he just wanted to smell my upper arms, which were usually covered by my shirt, i got over that fear.
I thought that all dogs were boys and all cats were girls.
My mom told me that cats had secret pockets... and I believed her. I would pet the cats until they got annoyed with me, feeling around for their pockets.
I used to believe that, while we were potty-training our dog, he was able to read the newspaper we always put him on to train to pee on that and not the house, since he always used to look down, and, sometimes I even asked him what the news was. Let's just say he looked at me, and then at the floor, and I took it to mean that the news that day wasn't very good. I was only 7.
I used to believe that all dogs were boys, and all cats were girls, and that my cat would grow into a tiger eventually.
When I was about 9 we had a cat named Bob and we fed him Iams cat food. For the longest time I thought he was eating "Lambs".
My 3 year old son was sobbing his heart out one day. I asked him what was wrong. He said our dog, a male, was laying an egg and he didn't want puppies. He actually had vomited up knickers.
I used to believe that greyhounds chssed after a loaf of bread.