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when i was younger i believed that cats could see better in the dark than in the day time.
now im afraid to ask anyone
One time our cat Buffy was up on our roof. I was only 4 and my brother and sister were 5 and 8. When we saw him we thought for sure he was stuck up there and couldn't get down. Our mom wasn't concerned when we told her but we were so worried we got a wagon out and layed some blankets in it. We lined this up underneath the garage and stood there yelling for Buffy to jump down. After 10 minutes of Buffy just siting there he casually strolled over to a tree next to the garage and climbed down it. We just kinda looked at each other and went "Oh".
I used to think that my cat was an alien that had come to teach me how to be good!
my grandma's dog was a golden retreiver and it would hump our legs when we were little and we thouhgt he was trying to hug us but our mom told us he was trying to climb up us to kiss us.
after i saw the first doctor doolittle movie i thought i could talk to animals so i would just get in front of my dog goose and just start talking and he would look at me and i was convinced that he was listing to every word i said
When I was around 4 or 5, i saw this 2 dogs having sex and wonder how they got "glued" together afterwards. So one day I asked my grandma and she told me that someone had put chewing gum in between them and got them "glued". I totally believed her!
I used to believe all dogs were male and all cats were female. I still call dogs "boy" and cats "girl."
I used to believe that all cats were girls and all dogs were boys.
When i was 8 I thought the expresion 'raining cats and dogs' was true.
until I was 12 I ran outside in the rain to see if it really was raining cats and dogs.
I would stand in the rain for about 15 minuets waiting for the cats and dogs to come down.
when I was a kid in the 70's there was an unusual abundance of white dog poo in the lanes by my grandma's house at the seaside. I believed this unusual stuff was produced only by little white poodles...
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 small boy, I was convinced that, as wolves are related to dogs, foxes must have been related to cats.
i used to believe that cats were aliens and dogs wanted to dance with them and eat pie!
An aunt of mine told me that a dog can tell if you're a good person or not. I believed this until I met a dog that didn't like me and then noticed that other dogs still did.
When I was little, a stray cat came to our house. I 'named' him 'Slimey' because that was the name of Oscar the Grouch's worm on Sesame Street, and I thought that was what you named all pets.
when I was 4, I used to believe I was a dog.
When my mom used to brush my hair for me she would encounter a knot and I would scream as she tried to comb it out. To quiet me, she said that our dog would think my mom was trying to murder me and bite her. This worked for a few years until I realized my mellow Golden Retriever doesn't bite no matter what. But by that time I was burshing my own hair, so my mom lucked out.
I honestly though that dogs without tails were born that way. I truly believed this until I was told otherwise at the age of 23. My friends and family still make fun of me.
Until I was about 11, I believed that my dog understood all my feelings and actions (he behaved like it too). I was sure that he was just too clever to let us know how much he really understood. Because of that, apart from many other things, he was my best friend and I shared everything with him (including juicy apricots which he didn't care for and me eating his noodles - yes from his bowl- which he didn't care for either having wolfed down the meat).
When I was younger me and my two sisters used to believe in an imaginary dog. It looked like the dog off Dr.Who and it used to chase us in our bedroom and we had to climb up to the top of our bunk beds to runaway from it. I can remember once when we all were sat on our bedroom floor, then we sensed that the robot dog was coming so me and my sisters ran to our bunk bed ladder and i was the last one to climb up it, on the 2nd step the dog grabbed hold of my foot with its mouth. Then it began to drag me away and so my sisters started throwing toys at it and that is all we can remember. It used to come nearly everyday and we all can remember climbing on to the window still and throwing toys at it. It was probably all our imagination but it felt so real and we all remember it.