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True Confessions - What Mistakes Did You Make?

July 24th, 2004, 10:43 PM
Growing up, we had 3 cockers. It was my job to feed them. I loved to cook. I would mix their dry food with warm water and then add my special touches - vanilla extract, almond extract, maplelene, lemon extract! I thought I was making it really special! Most of the time they'd approach it cautiously and then eat it. I had to quit when they finally just refused! :o

July 24th, 2004, 10:57 PM
LMFHO that is soooooooooooooooooo funny!! I'm busting a gut here!! You sweet kid you, all that flavouring ha haha!

What did I screw up on...hmmm NOTHING hahah KIDDING!

Lets see, well this is a bad one... I had a GSD as a teenager, his name was Bear and his fur was very dark black. I kept seeing this oily spot on his hind end and I decided to give him a bath thinking he got into something.

Well here I go bathing him like no tomorrow. This spot won't come off and I'm scrubbing and scrubbing and finally he lets out this YIPE so loud it nearly broke my ear drums and my heart.

So I hurt him and he's terrified puppy now, I lift him outta the water and I didn't know why on earth he YIPED like that at me but I figure I better dry him off FAST cause he was squirming. So I take out the blow dryer and brush and start brushing and blowing. I could STILL see that darn 'oily' spot!!
So, I thought I'll brush it out with the dryer on it, that will get rid of it.
And YIIIIIIIIIIIIPE again!! So I figure 'sheesies louises' whats up? I take the towel wrap it around him and try to smooth down that 'oily' area!

I started to freak out it wasn't oil it was BLOOD!

He had a hot spot and I was rubbing and brushing and scrubbing at it :( I felt like crap and couldn't stop holding him begging for forgiveness.

Poor lil bear :( SORRY big guy if you're still around somewhere (he became a part of our K9 unit) :D

That was my big dummie! :p

July 24th, 2004, 11:14 PM
That reminded me of something I use to do to Blondie, my own little cocker. At the five & dime store, you could buy temporary hair color, little tablets you dissolved in warm water and poured over your hair after shampooing. Only cost 50 cents! I would buy the "Golden Blonde" shades and mix up all of them. Then I would rinse Blondie over & over with it. I was convinced she was the most beautiful dog in the world! :p

July 24th, 2004, 11:16 PM
Isn't it strange we never heard of "hot spots" when we were kids. Wonder if its a reflection of the damages done to the environment. :(

July 24th, 2004, 11:22 PM
Oh dear thats so funny! lol hahah blondie blonde

I dunno about the hot spots, I have no idea how he got this one but it did clear up. Maybe weak immunity or something. Could be diet?

Sadie lady has never had one and my terrier before her didn't either.

Some breeds more prone then others ??

Miss Clairol ;)

July 25th, 2004, 01:58 AM
Those are great!!!
I've probably made too many to mention but here's a funny one my mom did while we were growing up.

I'm originally from Kenora, Northwestern Ontario where the woodticks are terrible and taking them off your dogs is a daily event in peak season. My mom once spent quite a long time with a particularly persistent one on our sweet little mutt Toby. Turned out to be a nipple! Ouch! My mom temporarily forgot that boys have nipples too!!! Poor Toby... but I'm sure after she realized it he got tons of treats and attention. Mom used to be so bad for that, that after Toby did anything (even growl his head off at the vet) traumatic, he was always ecstatically happy ready for the treats and praise!

July 25th, 2004, 06:54 AM
The nipple-thing is not that unusual,a while back a young man asked about the"pimples"on his male cats tummy,not knowing they too had nipples :D

July 25th, 2004, 08:11 AM
As a young lad--many many moons ago--we had a number of cats and one day my Dad said one of them had died, he had found it in the front yard.(These were indoor --outdoor cats--before we knew any better).
So we gathered up the remains and had a nice (Rock Ribbed-hell fire and brimstone)Presbyterian burial which was made even more official since the town Minister (Mr. Vanover) who lived just a few doors away came by and helped escort the dearly departed pussy's soul to the gates of heaven. I don't think he actually believed cat's had souls but he was smart enough to know Dad was a large and regular contributor to the Sunday collection plate. So with all the dignity he could muster he held forth with a modified sermon and assurred the gathered (family and neighbors) that Miss Pussy's mind or what ever (soul) had made it to the heavenly gates and been received and was now chasing mouses(a strange twist for a Minister but he was a bit funny anyway. We had placed Miss Pussy in a shoe box and lowered her in the ground - covered with dirt- had the sermon (Dad even sprung for a $5.00 donation to the church in memory of Miss Puss) etc and gone our own ways. All content we had done the best we could by poor old Miss Puss.
A week later the Minister's wife came by and said our cat had returned to life and had kittens under her front porch. We Dad found out he had paid to bury the wrong cat he was pretty hot under the collar. More so that he had spent $5.00 for a funeral of a stray look alike and also was not to pleased that aparently our cat was one of loose morals and then had the brass to have kittens under the preacher's front porch.
I was glad to know Miss Puss was OK and we finally convinced Dad to let her come home with her illegitimate children. The preacher was fast to remind Dad to let him know if any other family members needed services (I'm sure it was the easiest $5.00 bucks he ever made).

Cactus Flower
July 25th, 2004, 12:33 PM
WOW burying the wrong cat......whatta story!

I've probably made so many mistakes over the years I couldn't list them all here. I wish I could think of ONE that is funny to add to the mix. But I can't.

This is foremost in my mind, though:

When I was a little girl, my stepfather raised/trained/sold birds. Cocatiels, parrots, budgies...all different kinds. We had up to 21 birds at a time. Made for a very noisy awakening in the morning! Anyway, I wanted my own bird and I was always told I was too young. Finally I was given a little lovebird- the family favorite! He was such a character- everyone loved him, especially me. I swore to take good care of him.
I set up his birdcage in my room and filled the food and water, and always left the door open so he could come out and visit me. After a while, he stopped coming out of his cage. He'd just stand there by his food dish. My folks asked if he had plenty of food and water and I said yes of course of course.
I starved that bird to death. In my mind, he had plenty of "FOOD", but those were the empty hulls/shells of the seeds he'd eaten! I'd been marvelling to myself at how long the food was lasting that I'd initially given him.... :( :( :(
I still feel awful to this day about that.

On a lighter note, I don't know if this is wrong or not, but I used to dye the white tip on my Beagle's tail pink- to match her nails! Good thing Raja is all

July 25th, 2004, 01:03 PM
Cactus :( ahhhh that so saddddd about the lovebird. I almost did that to some budgies (Fred and Ginger) LMAO! But I used to blow into the dishes to see if they were all husks or not..otherwise I'd have no idea :confused:

OMG @ the nipple thing thats so funny!! And Woody, your 'loose' cat sure did get your dad up in roar huh. But it must have been wonderful at the same time to know your Miss Pussy ( :rolleyes: ) was still around!! :p

Okay I admit to dropping a kitten once! I was a kid, playing with my neighbours kitten cause they never did. I was tossing her up in the air a little like stupid people do with babies. Well stupid kids do with cats. I thought she liked it, uh THOUGHT! Then she did a real big squim on the way down once and slipped through my hands and she fell :( I dropped the kitty!!
*No kittens were hurt during these formative years* Luba learned a lot!! LOL

July 25th, 2004, 01:19 PM
This wasn't a necessarily stupid moment but it was a bit strange. My cat Gatsby had quite the personality. One time when he was about 5 years old he went off his food, was lethargic and I couldn't figure out what was wrong. Off to the vets where we discovered that he had a temp. Tests were run and Gatsby stayed two nights with me coming to visit and crying at his cage. Then on the third day without any treatment at all, all tests negative he was back to normal. I get the call from the vets to come pick him up. Total mystery, no idea what put him off. $300.00 later!!! The vet suggested that maybe he was depressed!!

July 25th, 2004, 01:58 PM
when I tell this story, please dont think we are bad people, we really thought we were helping.
My daughter's Pekiness was licking and licking at his foot, when I look to see what he was licking at I saw what looked to be a big black staple in his foot and it was hurting him bad.( I thought this because we were building a shed and was using staples for the roof.) I called to my husband in a panic to help him, we tried and tried to gently pull it out, but it hurt him to much. So we decided the best thing to do is get a good grib on it with plyers and pull it out fast ,( you know like spliter in your hand). Well we did and it came out with just a little yelpppp. Well while looking over the staple we came to see it wasnt a stable after all, it was his toe nail that had ingrown back into his foot! :eek: I felt sooooo bad I wanted to cry.( we laugh about it now ). The good news is we still have that Pekiness, he is 12 years old, the toenail did grow back and still wants to ingrow but I trim it now before that can happen. ;) Oh ya, that was 10 years ago and we live in the country where at that time the nearest vet was pretty far away. ( now one is just down the road.)

July 25th, 2004, 02:39 PM
I grew up in a small town (pop. 2000) where everybody knew everybody else's business. When I was about 8yo, the local vet was getting a divorce from his wife who had shot several bullets through his office window one night. The whole town was abuzz. At the "Plunge" (high school swimming pool open every summer), I was telling this really nice man, who I only knew vaguely, all about our brand new puppies (groan!) at home. He was really interested and gave me a ride home so he could see them. Neighbors were all calling my mom for days to find out why Dr. E***** was seen going into our house in his bathing suit! Talk of the town!

July 25th, 2004, 02:59 PM
haha thats to funny! Arent small towns great! :rolleyes:

July 25th, 2004, 04:46 PM
when i was a little girl i desperatly wanted to be a vet, scientist or astronaut :D well dad worked in a lab so he brought home test tubes and all the gear. well, i began to 'help' the local worms and snails that all looked sick to me. i would cut them open cause they were sick, look in side, and then i would gently sew them up and put them in a nice shampoo mixture in a test tube and wait patiently for my patient to awake, it never happened :( (i now wonder how my mother let me be cruel to bugs, oh poor bugs).
my nana had lots of cats, well mel the vet (still very small girl) thought the cats needed tending. i would trap them in the bedroom with lots of tissues. i would then proceed to clean the muck out of their eyes and scrub teeth, poor cats hated me. i just wanted to help. :D

July 25th, 2004, 05:18 PM
And those poor worms LMFHO