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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Walkies!
Our Jack-Russels were great little dogs, because most of the family are lazy though, they didn't often get a decent long walk. Usually once around the block was their limit.
When I was about 15 I decided to rectify this and take the younger of the two for a good run. Calculating that the dogs pace was quicker than mine, I opted to use my bike - levelling the field so-to-speak. We rode / trotted for about 3 miles with my faithful hound following close behind me. Stopping only for me to call into the shop.
The dog was exceptionally tired when we got home, she lapped frantically at her water, then flopped on the floor by the radiator from where she barely moved until the next morning.
I should have realised that taking my rather unfit dog on the equivalent of a forced-pace marathon wasn't really doing her a favour.
( , Thu 13 Dec 2007, 12:44, Reply)
Our Jack-Russels were great little dogs, because most of the family are lazy though, they didn't often get a decent long walk. Usually once around the block was their limit.
When I was about 15 I decided to rectify this and take the younger of the two for a good run. Calculating that the dogs pace was quicker than mine, I opted to use my bike - levelling the field so-to-speak. We rode / trotted for about 3 miles with my faithful hound following close behind me. Stopping only for me to call into the shop.
The dog was exceptionally tired when we got home, she lapped frantically at her water, then flopped on the floor by the radiator from where she barely moved until the next morning.
I should have realised that taking my rather unfit dog on the equivalent of a forced-pace marathon wasn't really doing her a favour.
( , Thu 13 Dec 2007, 12:44, Reply)
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