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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So there I was, vaseline in hand, polishing my weapon...
I used to be quite a keen fencer (and would be again, were it not for the duff knee *grumble, grumble...*) and, as a result, owned a number of swords.
The blades of swords can be liable to get a bit of rust on them, but nothing that a quick rub with wire wool and a smear of vaseline can't cure. So, one day, the sun was out, and I was in the garden polishing my sabre.
The neighbours had recently acquired a labrador puppy; he was mad as a box full of Tuesdays and had discovered (somehow) how to get over the fence. He saw me in the garden, wanted to play, and bounded over. I didn't take much notice.
His mouth was open. I was holding my sabre out in front of me to check the straightness of the blade.
The inevitable happened.
The dog kebabbed himself.
He was so stupid that he didn't even notice.
Length? I could take your eye out from here...
( , Fri 7 Dec 2007, 13:55, 3 replies)
I used to be quite a keen fencer (and would be again, were it not for the duff knee *grumble, grumble...*) and, as a result, owned a number of swords.
The blades of swords can be liable to get a bit of rust on them, but nothing that a quick rub with wire wool and a smear of vaseline can't cure. So, one day, the sun was out, and I was in the garden polishing my sabre.
The neighbours had recently acquired a labrador puppy; he was mad as a box full of Tuesdays and had discovered (somehow) how to get over the fence. He saw me in the garden, wanted to play, and bounded over. I didn't take much notice.
His mouth was open. I was holding my sabre out in front of me to check the straightness of the blade.
The inevitable happened.
The dog kebabbed himself.
He was so stupid that he didn't even notice.
Length? I could take your eye out from here...
( , Fri 7 Dec 2007, 13:55, 3 replies)
ooooh :( :(
did the dog survive? or did it slowly bleed to death on the end of your sword as you laughed madly?
( , Fri 7 Dec 2007, 14:09, closed)
did the dog survive? or did it slowly bleed to death on the end of your sword as you laughed madly?
( , Fri 7 Dec 2007, 14:09, closed)
...
It spluttered a bit, but was otherwise completely fine. So stupid it wouldn't know how to die, I'd guess...
( , Fri 7 Dec 2007, 14:14, closed)
It spluttered a bit, but was otherwise completely fine. So stupid it wouldn't know how to die, I'd guess...
( , Fri 7 Dec 2007, 14:14, closed)
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