Who here tortures animals?

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My half Chow dog hates running water. He has allways been fearfull compared to my other big dogs. If he hears a loud noise it scares him and he has not been abused so sometimes its just the nature of an animal. Oh he hates the rain to and will not get in a dog house. Instead he barks till I put him on the back porch(where he is now to because come to think about it he hates the sun to and barks to be put back inside.)

Sounds a lot like my mom's dog actually. Maybe her's wasn't abused. We just figured, because we've never seen a pet with this kind of reaction. Our old lab used to fear the hose, but my dad used to punish him with it.

I killed helpless birds.

Something in me just died.

That was awhile ago. I don't know why I did it though.

Now, I don't hurt animals. But I do chase Sadie around the house.

Well, okay. I'll confess on this one incident. I was really young and out of sheer ignorance, I nearly broke a cat's leg. I felt so guilty that I literally cried myself to sleep and pondered thoughts of suicide afterwards (Yes, I actually felt that way and I was about 7 or 8 at the time). I never did tell my mom the second part, for fear of being locked in a mental hospital. Still, I lost control of my temper over mentions of foxes being killed and I made drawings of viscious animals ripping hunters apart.

Did something horrid once, cut a toad apart, would not do it again, I prefer animals waaaayyyy over people, and love insects

I was generally always gentle with animals but can be a bit rough on them (not intentionally).

I did once pull on a cat's eyebrows, after being told not to pull his whiskers though (I was little). I passed out and woke up covered in scratches... Served me right!

I confess to all the bad things I've done to animals...

I broke a dog's leg.

I broke a rabbit's back.

I made a cat lose a bit of it's tail.


I didn't mean to hurt them though.

I used to play too roughly with my cats, when I was about thirteen. But they usually let me know when enough was enough, and I bore the scratches on my arms to prove it. Now, I love to tease my cat by gently poking her. She will protest in annoyance, and I will imitate her. We go back and forth like that, until her tail starts to whip back and forth rapidly. Then I back off. We play hide and go seek, with a string, and she loves to stalk and then pounce on my hand while its moving under a blanket.

Heh. I almost lost my eye to being a little too playful with a cat. Learned to be faster.

One time when I was visiting my mom, I found a bird outside with a broken leg. I put him in a bag and brought him inside, so he could be our pet. I spend a couple hours watching him hop around the apartment until my mom came home and had a nervous breakdown. The only thing I could do to stop her screaming was to put him in his bag again and take him back outside. Either I had been rough with him, or he had been sick, because I remember putting him outside and watching him lie motionless for awhile, and I felt horrible. I went away and came back in a few minutes and he was gone though.

u must be messing with our heads...not very ha! ha! grow up
if not, dude u need to get a new pet, like a stuffed animal of something...

I made my cat a jacket out of fake fur. He went crazy, and I felt bad about it. Also, he couldn't balance properly. Fell over lots.

I also have a tendency to put him on my shoulder then spin round lots, and see which of us falls over first once I stop. It's usually me.

My worst experience with an animal was a baby starling. This doesn't really belong here, but it may help get rid of some of the pain from the event. My wife and I tended to take baby birds in, and sometimes we'd be able to get them flying, and sometimes they'd die. Ok, it happens. But, this was such a great little bird, she hopped up to us and just CHIRPed. We cleaned her up, and took her home. Since I was a bum (mostly), I could afford to take care of the bird most of the time. Ended up impressing on me. Would sleep in my lap. Couldn't really sleep without me, so I had to make her a nest out of a (rather stinky) pair of boxers.

The problem came one time that I was feeding her. I had been giving her tomato soup (ok - probably not what she wanted, but I didn't want to hunt and prechew worms), and she was really thriving off of it. But, I guess that I failed to clean the beak well enough, and she began to asphyxiate. I spent a good hour of so, trying to keep her alive - mouth to beak. I just couldn't keep going though. It still torments me, 5 or more years later. That little bird had become a huge part of my life.