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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A Dog's Not Even For Chritmas!
Last Christmas I was wrapping presents in the kitchen. I was positioned in such a way so that I could see the football on the TV in the lounge, which was in the room next to it. My dog, a little jack russell named Bonnie, was making my life a bit tricky, as she waswalking all over the wrapping paper, trying to eat it. She ate so much that I finished a roll of paper, leaving the inner tube.
I'd thought I'd play a little game with Bonnie. The classic game of fetch you play with dogs. I took the inner tube, and threw it into the lounge.
I threw it in a way that made as many spins as possible, and Bonnie took it down and put it in her mouth to return to me.
This is when I noticed that I had thrown it in a vertical spin, whereas she was carrying it horizonally.
The tube was wider than the door, and she sprinted back me.
Poor girl dislocated her jaw. She survived and is back to her old self again, but - once I stopped giggling, I felt like a utter shit.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 20:12, 1 reply)
Last Christmas I was wrapping presents in the kitchen. I was positioned in such a way so that I could see the football on the TV in the lounge, which was in the room next to it. My dog, a little jack russell named Bonnie, was making my life a bit tricky, as she waswalking all over the wrapping paper, trying to eat it. She ate so much that I finished a roll of paper, leaving the inner tube.
I'd thought I'd play a little game with Bonnie. The classic game of fetch you play with dogs. I took the inner tube, and threw it into the lounge.
I threw it in a way that made as many spins as possible, and Bonnie took it down and put it in her mouth to return to me.
This is when I noticed that I had thrown it in a vertical spin, whereas she was carrying it horizonally.
The tube was wider than the door, and she sprinted back me.
Poor girl dislocated her jaw. She survived and is back to her old self again, but - once I stopped giggling, I felt like a utter shit.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 20:12, 1 reply)
Too bad the Nubtail doesn't do that.
If she played fetch like that I'd have to try that. Really, I would.
As it is I have to amuse myself by throwing her nylon bone across the kitchen and watching her do a Scooby Doo on the vinyl floor as she tries to turn and run back.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 20:30, closed)
If she played fetch like that I'd have to try that. Really, I would.
As it is I have to amuse myself by throwing her nylon bone across the kitchen and watching her do a Scooby Doo on the vinyl floor as she tries to turn and run back.
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 20:30, closed)
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