Accidental animal cruelty
I once invented a brilliant game - I'd sit at the top of the stairs and throw cat biscuits to the bottom. My cat would eat them, then I'd shake the box, and he would run up the stairs for more biscuits. Then - of course - I'd throw a biscuit back down to the bottom. I kept this going for about half an hour, amused at my little game, and all was fine until the cat vomited. I felt absolutely dreadful.
Have you accidentally been cruel to an animal?
This question has been revived from way, way, way back on the b3ta messageboard when it was all fields round here.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 11:13)
I once invented a brilliant game - I'd sit at the top of the stairs and throw cat biscuits to the bottom. My cat would eat them, then I'd shake the box, and he would run up the stairs for more biscuits. Then - of course - I'd throw a biscuit back down to the bottom. I kept this going for about half an hour, amused at my little game, and all was fine until the cat vomited. I felt absolutely dreadful.
Have you accidentally been cruel to an animal?
This question has been revived from way, way, way back on the b3ta messageboard when it was all fields round here.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 11:13)
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Big Ears
We had a dog with really, really big ears.
So big, in fact, that they would get in the way when he was eating.
A solution! Use a clothes peg to clip them (by the hair only) above his head. He could then eat without getting covered with Tramp-flavoured Pedigree Chum.
The woman next door saw him running round the garden with his ears done up like some sort of sex pervert (there's specialist sites, you know) and reported me to the RSPCA.
I denied everything, and let Harry* poop on her lawn by way of awful revenge.
*Harry's not my dog. He's the local nutter.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 11:45, 2 replies)
We had a dog with really, really big ears.
So big, in fact, that they would get in the way when he was eating.
A solution! Use a clothes peg to clip them (by the hair only) above his head. He could then eat without getting covered with Tramp-flavoured Pedigree Chum.
The woman next door saw him running round the garden with his ears done up like some sort of sex pervert (there's specialist sites, you know) and reported me to the RSPCA.
I denied everything, and let Harry* poop on her lawn by way of awful revenge.
*Harry's not my dog. He's the local nutter.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 11:45, 2 replies)
Harry
you get a click just for the inclusion of the local nutter ;)
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 16:11, closed)
you get a click just for the inclusion of the local nutter ;)
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 16:11, closed)
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