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My sister told me many times that dogs are a shark's favourite food. I got to thinking after a while that it would be quite difficult for a shark to acquire a taste for dog, seeing as how dogs live on land and all. It kind of got a grip on me though because we had a lot of shark attacks in the ocean where we lived in the 60s. We would swim a lot through the long hot summers, and I always felt concern if a dog went in the water, and reassured myself that if a shark came then as long as I kept my eye on the dog I would have some warning to get out of the water. Not really a relaxing swim though.
I once asked my dad why Pugs had flat faces. He responded "because they ran into a wall"...
When I was a kid we had some pet cats, and whenever they purrred my mom would say that their refrigerators were running, so up until i was about 10 I used to think cats had little refrigerators in their chests that would open up every time you would pet them.
When I was about 7 years old, my dog humped my leg. I didn't know what he was doing, I thought it was just a little dance or something, so I'd let him do it whenever he wanted. Later, my sister told me what he was actually doing. I was horrified and couldn't sleep very well for a month. I was convinced that I was going to have puppies.
When I was younger, I use to believe that cats & dogs had special langauge all their own and thats why when one dog was barking all the other dogs in the neighborhood would start barking and so on.
My parents became very concerned however, when they would discover me sitting crosslegged in front of my dog or the neighbors cat coaxing it to "teach" me it's secret language so I could properly communicate.
Well when i was a kid to like my 10-12 i thought that all the animals were able to talk but that it was forbidden for them to talk infront of us or that we just weren't able to hear them.And each time my cat and my dog were together in a room alone,i was spying them to see if the y were going to talk,but all that i could see was my cat hitting my dog on the nose and leaving,which then made me believe that they were talking and having a coupple fight or something.
When my daughter was an infant, my stepmother-in-law warned me, "don't let the cat near the baby...cats will put their mouth on a baby's and suck the life out of them." She was completely serious.
Bearing in mind my mother called my penis my 'tail' I was always so worried about being near dogs because they tended to wag their tails a lot and I didn't want to get covered in wee.
I used to think that cats with pink pads on the bottoms of their paws were girls and cats with black or brown pads were boys.
I thought all poodles were female...i mean how can you be a male poodle and live with yourself?
I used to believe that my dogs could talk to me...all I had to do was practice barking so I could understand them.
I used to believe that that people were saying "kitty glitter" instead of "kitty litter". So I bugged my dad for months until he finally agreed to get one, as long as I was the one who dealt with the (g)litterbox. I wholeheartedly agreed and we finally got the cat. Needless to say I was pretty disappointed when i found out that cats did not actually come with a box of glitter to play with......
I used to believe that my dog could speak English, but he just didn't feel like it.
I used to think that my cats knew much more than humans do--regarding the meaning of life. I always thought they saw and talked to God...and knew what Heaven looked like.
When I was a little girl I used to believe cats were broken because of their moter sound when they purr
When I was little a friend told me that kittens come from a cat if you plant it in the ground, so I tried to plant our cat in the ground and the cat scratched me in the face really hard.
When I was about 11 yrs old I asked my mom how kittens were born and she said "through their mother's mouth". For many years I believed it and thought nothing about it. I was well into my forties when I found out the truth through a friend.
I used to believe that my cat could talk but it was just hiding it, I tried to get him to talk to me and tell him that I wouldn't tell anyone
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 used to think that you were supposed to pat dogs and stroke cats, and that there was something unnatural or wrong about stroking a dog or patting a cat. It just didn't feel right.
Now, however, I own a weird cat who seems to like being vigorously thumped.