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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Rat Dogs and screen doors
A whole bunch of years ago, I visited a pal in The States - on Whidbey Island, North of Seattle - my friend at the time owned a curious hybrid chihuahua/thing that had a weird bent face and looked bizarrely like a deer which she had named 'Sheila'.
Now my pal worked as a teacher in the local high school so for a couple of days I was left to my own devices during the day, and I would generally fall into the routine of brewing some coffee, opening the patio door, closing the screen door, chilling for the morning, hitting the town later for a look around and some lunch and coming back about the same time as 'S' got in from work.
Now 'S' had this habit of greeting her dog by shouting "C'mon Sheila! Go Potty!" and by the time the dog had bounded downstairs, she had the patio door open and the dog could go out and relieve itself.
'Cept of course I'd closed the screen door.
SKaaaaaaaaaBOING!!!!!!
You'd swear a dog could fly. Backwards. At some considerable speed. And for about 8 feet, too :-)
The first time was definitely an accident, so that's gotta count, right?
The second and third time? Well...they were accidental too!
No.
Really! :-)
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 13:11, Reply)
A whole bunch of years ago, I visited a pal in The States - on Whidbey Island, North of Seattle - my friend at the time owned a curious hybrid chihuahua/thing that had a weird bent face and looked bizarrely like a deer which she had named 'Sheila'.
Now my pal worked as a teacher in the local high school so for a couple of days I was left to my own devices during the day, and I would generally fall into the routine of brewing some coffee, opening the patio door, closing the screen door, chilling for the morning, hitting the town later for a look around and some lunch and coming back about the same time as 'S' got in from work.
Now 'S' had this habit of greeting her dog by shouting "C'mon Sheila! Go Potty!" and by the time the dog had bounded downstairs, she had the patio door open and the dog could go out and relieve itself.
'Cept of course I'd closed the screen door.
SKaaaaaaaaaBOING!!!!!!
You'd swear a dog could fly. Backwards. At some considerable speed. And for about 8 feet, too :-)
The first time was definitely an accident, so that's gotta count, right?
The second and third time? Well...they were accidental too!
No.
Really! :-)
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 13:11, Reply)
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