When animals attack...
I once, accidentally, punched a racoon.
It had wandered into my tent, I was half asleep and thought it was a mate pratting around. There was a yelp and then all hell broke loose.
What have you been attacked by?
( , Thu 2 Jun 2005, 9:39)
I once, accidentally, punched a racoon.
It had wandered into my tent, I was half asleep and thought it was a mate pratting around. There was a yelp and then all hell broke loose.
What have you been attacked by?
( , Thu 2 Jun 2005, 9:39)
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My dad does not like dogs
According to him, as a kid he had been attacked by a dog while riding a bike (him, not the dog) and as a result he (my dad) had to get many, many painful shots for rabies and tetenus. This left him with a lifelong dislike for dogs; his favorite motto is "The only good dog is a dead dog" (clearly this only applies to canines; I was born in the year of the dog and he seems to tolerate me).
He only told this story once, and strangely I'm the only one who remembers him telling it.
Even weirder, his family always had at least one dog (normal-sized) and at family gatherings at least 2 dogs (cat-sized) can be found running around amongst my cousins' kids.
Additionally, it seems that dogs don't like my dad either...
My dad's late uncle (who had been an aspiring sumo wrestler before WW2) lived in Japan and had an affinity for, appropriately enough, bulldogs. When my dad got the chance to visit him for the first and only time, he had wisely put the bulldog in a cage. The moment my dad walked into his uncle's house/inn, the dog started barking and growling at him and according to my dad's uncle that dog never barked at strangers before! My dad exclaimed, "See that, it knows I don't like 'em!"
On only one witnessed occasion has my dad tolerated the presence of a dog (while awake); he even petted it! This was at one of his friends' gatherings a year or so ago, so some beverage might've had something to do with that temporary bit of mellowing out...
( , Sun 5 Jun 2005, 3:59, Reply)
According to him, as a kid he had been attacked by a dog while riding a bike (him, not the dog) and as a result he (my dad) had to get many, many painful shots for rabies and tetenus. This left him with a lifelong dislike for dogs; his favorite motto is "The only good dog is a dead dog" (clearly this only applies to canines; I was born in the year of the dog and he seems to tolerate me).
He only told this story once, and strangely I'm the only one who remembers him telling it.
Even weirder, his family always had at least one dog (normal-sized) and at family gatherings at least 2 dogs (cat-sized) can be found running around amongst my cousins' kids.
Additionally, it seems that dogs don't like my dad either...
My dad's late uncle (who had been an aspiring sumo wrestler before WW2) lived in Japan and had an affinity for, appropriately enough, bulldogs. When my dad got the chance to visit him for the first and only time, he had wisely put the bulldog in a cage. The moment my dad walked into his uncle's house/inn, the dog started barking and growling at him and according to my dad's uncle that dog never barked at strangers before! My dad exclaimed, "See that, it knows I don't like 'em!"
On only one witnessed occasion has my dad tolerated the presence of a dog (while awake); he even petted it! This was at one of his friends' gatherings a year or so ago, so some beverage might've had something to do with that temporary bit of mellowing out...
( , Sun 5 Jun 2005, 3:59, Reply)
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