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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Disgruntled RAF Police Dog
Many years ago whilst I was employed as RAF Police Doghandler, one of my charges was a chap called Tyson.
One night on patrol a met up with a RAF patrol who were doing building checks. This building was a crew room of one of the flying squadrons and was equipped with all things for making cups o' tea etc.
Now, being a switched chap, I thought, can't bring in the dog to the crewroom, leave dog hairs everywhere, I get found out and bollockings ensue, so I tied him to a post round the side of the building.
Many brews were had, crewroom also had some videos (some even of the pr0n variety) and eventually I went back outside to retreive Tyson and go on my merry way.
Goes outside, to find Tyson, face like a smacked arse, ears down and looking throughly miserable...
It had been pissing down for seems like hours, he was absolutly piss wet through, he looked at me with utter contempt in his eyes.
Took me AGES to get back into his good books.
I never did it again...
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 15:06, Reply)
Many years ago whilst I was employed as RAF Police Doghandler, one of my charges was a chap called Tyson.
One night on patrol a met up with a RAF patrol who were doing building checks. This building was a crew room of one of the flying squadrons and was equipped with all things for making cups o' tea etc.
Now, being a switched chap, I thought, can't bring in the dog to the crewroom, leave dog hairs everywhere, I get found out and bollockings ensue, so I tied him to a post round the side of the building.
Many brews were had, crewroom also had some videos (some even of the pr0n variety) and eventually I went back outside to retreive Tyson and go on my merry way.
Goes outside, to find Tyson, face like a smacked arse, ears down and looking throughly miserable...
It had been pissing down for seems like hours, he was absolutly piss wet through, he looked at me with utter contempt in his eyes.
Took me AGES to get back into his good books.
I never did it again...
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 15:06, Reply)
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