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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My Girl Loves Me
I have a lurcher and a Rescue Greyhound Bitch called Kuri. She's a little bewildered by domestic life having had 5 years of kennels and racing. Anyway, here's my story.
Since I was 15 I've always had a hand towel by my bed. It comes in useful about once every 24 hours on average - put simply this towel has seen more spuff than the only prostitute in a Bulgarian village. Incidentally the towel was originally my grandma's.
Anyway, Kuri developed a fascination with said towel and went for it a few times. I always got it back off her until one day when the bedroom door was left open and she got in. I was distraught to see my orange wanking towel, torn to shreds outside my room. Bits of it were passing out of her for 3 days....
Subsequently she's eaten my spuffy tissues too.....
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 22:52, 1 reply)
I have a lurcher and a Rescue Greyhound Bitch called Kuri. She's a little bewildered by domestic life having had 5 years of kennels and racing. Anyway, here's my story.
Since I was 15 I've always had a hand towel by my bed. It comes in useful about once every 24 hours on average - put simply this towel has seen more spuff than the only prostitute in a Bulgarian village. Incidentally the towel was originally my grandma's.
Anyway, Kuri developed a fascination with said towel and went for it a few times. I always got it back off her until one day when the bedroom door was left open and she got in. I was distraught to see my orange wanking towel, torn to shreds outside my room. Bits of it were passing out of her for 3 days....
Subsequently she's eaten my spuffy tissues too.....
( , Thu 6 Dec 2007, 22:52, 1 reply)
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew
This reminds me of my aunts dog... once it ran happily down the stairs to greet us, proudly bearing a much chewed (and much used) tampon between its teeth.
UGH FILTH
( , Fri 7 Dec 2007, 2:11, closed)
This reminds me of my aunts dog... once it ran happily down the stairs to greet us, proudly bearing a much chewed (and much used) tampon between its teeth.
UGH FILTH
( , Fri 7 Dec 2007, 2:11, closed)
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