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When I was about 6 the Apollo landed on the moon, this was on the evening news every night. At the same time our neighbours had a large alsatian dog named Pollo. Night after night I fantasized about how Pollo survived in his small cubicle and how he landed on the moon...
When I was 5 or 6, the family cat started acting very strange. I asked my mother what was wrong with her, and my mother told me that "The cat is in heat." I didn't know what that meant, so I thought it was the same as when the car "overheated". After that I told my friends to be careful because "The cat is overheated".
My brother told me that cat's beeped when you squeezed them. (Lightly of course) He'd squeeze them and beep and I thought it was the cat. I thought I was squeezing wrong for some time.
I used to think that dogs were the males and cats were the females and thats why they were always chasing each other...
My cousin told me that if you look into my grandma's cat's eyes, you can see the future.
I believed it but was afraid of getting scratched in the face by doing so, so I never tried it.
When i was 3 me and my friend would always feed her dogs what ever we were eating. Her mother told us that if we kept feeding them human food they would stand up on two legs and walk around like humans! I believed this untill i was 12 years old.
Once I asked my mom what the little specks flying around in a ray of sun shining through the window were. She said it was "flying dust". I misunderstood, and thought she said "flying dogs". For years, I imagined these microscopic cats and dogs flying around in rays of light.
I could talk (bark) with dogs, and
understand everything they were saying.
Other people claimed that I couldn't,
but I thought they were just being stubborn.
when I was little, I used to belive that if I didn't go for lots of walks with my dog, she would eventually explode.Which made it so I walked my dog everyother hour.
One day I hid dog treats around the back yard and I wanted my dog to go and find them. Well, he just wagged his tail and barked at me but he wouldn't go look for the treats. I tried to be helpful so I wrote "bark bark" on the ground hoping my dog would read it and know to look for the treats.
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.
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.
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...)
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 that when my dog went out to poo, he was actually laying an egg. I saw him kind of sit down, strain, and then walk away. My mom was really surprised when I brought this "egg" into the house for her to see. Well, after washing all the crap off my hands, I realized that it wasnt an egg after all.
once when i was around 4 or so i was in the car with my mom, when memories by barbara streisand came on the radio. my mom told me in a very serious manner that a cat sang that song. i was extremely impressed and of course tried to coax the family cat into singing. even though she didn't burst into song, i kept at it for about a week until my brother figured out what i was doing and broke the news to me. cats really can't sing. i still haven't gotten over that heartbreak.
my brother, at age 18, said in all seriousness to me that the reason why my cat is so flexible is that it does not have a backbone.
When I was in Kindergarden my parents brought home a puppy and told me it was a Collie puppy since I loved the show 'Lassie' so much. I believed them for years, and patiently waited for the puppy to grow, later to find out it was a chihuahua.
I used to think that cats could see so well in the dark because they had glow-in-the-dark eyes ["shiny eyes"]. I would stare at the sun to charge up my eyes so I'd see better at night.
My mother, being from the old school, once told my siblings and I that there were "trick dogs," in an attempt to explain what the neighbor dogs were "doing" one day. They were, of course, doing IT. We were all on the bus one day and pulled up at a stop light. My brother and I spotted two dogs going at it, and very enthusiastically said, "look mom! Trick dogs!." She told me several years later that everyone on the bus had to take a look for themselves, and that she felt like crawling under the seat.