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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...and another one with the dog.....
...when I was living with me parents me dad had a rotweiler cross called Ben who resembled a Ridgeback (built like a brick shithouse too, he used to take my dad for walks). Our house had a large side-garden with hedges all around and a tall white fence at the front and this was Ben's stomping ground.
One afternoon, me and me dad are gardening and one of our neighbours called Derek called around, standing by the fence. Derek's a nice enough mid-fifties bloke; normally spends his days doing decorating contracts with the council and the local prison. So Derek calls me dad over to the fence and they are both talking away. Ben comes over for a nose and stands on his hind legs so he is literally face-to-face level with Derek. Derek makes a fuss over Ben and Ben's wagging his tail as normal. After a few seconds me dad turned around to say something to me and Ben saw his moment. He spins his head around and bites Derek on his hand. I spot this, and I also spot Derek double-take and pull his hand back in shock. Derek's reply however was awesome.
"You sneaky little bastard." SMACK.
One hell of a slap across Ben's face sent him stumbling back from the fence and semi-dazed until Ben eventually shook it off. After that he was best of friends with Derek and never went for him again.
That was the only time I've ever seen one of our dogs bite anyone; sometimes a good slap is always better than a small talking down.
( , Wed 12 Dec 2007, 19:14, 2 replies)
...when I was living with me parents me dad had a rotweiler cross called Ben who resembled a Ridgeback (built like a brick shithouse too, he used to take my dad for walks). Our house had a large side-garden with hedges all around and a tall white fence at the front and this was Ben's stomping ground.
One afternoon, me and me dad are gardening and one of our neighbours called Derek called around, standing by the fence. Derek's a nice enough mid-fifties bloke; normally spends his days doing decorating contracts with the council and the local prison. So Derek calls me dad over to the fence and they are both talking away. Ben comes over for a nose and stands on his hind legs so he is literally face-to-face level with Derek. Derek makes a fuss over Ben and Ben's wagging his tail as normal. After a few seconds me dad turned around to say something to me and Ben saw his moment. He spins his head around and bites Derek on his hand. I spot this, and I also spot Derek double-take and pull his hand back in shock. Derek's reply however was awesome.
"You sneaky little bastard." SMACK.
One hell of a slap across Ben's face sent him stumbling back from the fence and semi-dazed until Ben eventually shook it off. After that he was best of friends with Derek and never went for him again.
That was the only time I've ever seen one of our dogs bite anyone; sometimes a good slap is always better than a small talking down.
( , Wed 12 Dec 2007, 19:14, 2 replies)
Heh :D
Well your story amused me, I could especially hear the comedy SMACK across the Rotties face from Derek. Almost saw a comedy Batman style 'Kapow!' as I read it :)
Also just reading your profile, and totally late now, but congrats on the bairn :)
( , Wed 12 Dec 2007, 22:45, closed)
Well your story amused me, I could especially hear the comedy SMACK across the Rotties face from Derek. Almost saw a comedy Batman style 'Kapow!' as I read it :)
Also just reading your profile, and totally late now, but congrats on the bairn :)
( , Wed 12 Dec 2007, 22:45, closed)
Sometimes that's the best way to communicate with an animal.
I'm not an advocate of beating animals in any way- but just yelling at an animal will only convey that you're upset and making noise over something. A sharp smack will tell them what you're upset about and will convey that you're not just miffed.
A horse I used to take care of thought it was great fun to try to crowd me against the stall wall- until I stuck a pitchfork tines down into the floor and held out the rounded end of the handle for him to ram into. He also liked to bite me when my back was turned, until the day he did so and I drove my elbow hard into the side of his neck. But after we got these little differences sorted, he was actually a pretty nice horse and liked me, especially if I gave him half of my donut in the morning for behaving himself...
( , Thu 13 Dec 2007, 12:47, closed)
I'm not an advocate of beating animals in any way- but just yelling at an animal will only convey that you're upset and making noise over something. A sharp smack will tell them what you're upset about and will convey that you're not just miffed.
A horse I used to take care of thought it was great fun to try to crowd me against the stall wall- until I stuck a pitchfork tines down into the floor and held out the rounded end of the handle for him to ram into. He also liked to bite me when my back was turned, until the day he did so and I drove my elbow hard into the side of his neck. But after we got these little differences sorted, he was actually a pretty nice horse and liked me, especially if I gave him half of my donut in the morning for behaving himself...
( , Thu 13 Dec 2007, 12:47, closed)
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