Jonathan Bailey
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But I later in life wised up.
I used to kill lizards as a boy thinking they were evil because they looked ugly.
I would destroy baby voles with a pitch fork at age 11 in my backyard because they looked like baby rats and were gross.
I used to use old-fashioned mouse traps then later got the mouse-size havahart style ones. I would then flush the uninjured caught mice down the toilet where they would drown.
I still use sticky window sheets to catch flies and bee spray to destroy wasp nests.
I would sometimes forget to feed and water the family dogs and would often get scolded by elders in my family and shamed. These dogs were unattractive mutts and I took no pride in them. As an adult I only had purebred dogs that I paid money out of my pocket for and was much more conscientious in regards to giving them loving care.
I once shot my neighbor's stray peacock in my yard with my 22 rifle in the behind at close range. The bird died about 5 minutes later and I tossed it in my pickup truck and later drove out and tossed it on the side of the road somewhere out in the country. The bird was a pest. Jumping up on vehicles and scratching paint. Getting up on my roof and making noise.
I put a family chicken in my family's garbage can half full of chicken feed and put the lid on it as a joke at age 6. My mother screamed at me and called me horrible names including cuss words. She didn't realize that a small child lacks reasoning power to know that would suffocate the bird.
I once got slapped by my mother for putting the cat in the bureau drawer at about age 4.
My grandfather yelled at me for putting mom's chihuahua inside my new toy Big Jim camper van at Christmas at age 9. The little pooch went crazy and tore the vinyl toy recreational vehicle apart.
I used to pester animals a lot as a small boy including family dogs. Small children find this amusing but my mother and the pestered animals did not find this funny at all. Children often regard animals as play toys and not living things with feelings. Sometimes the pestered dogs would bite me.
Pestered dogs included the family doberman and the family dachshund. Both these breeds are highly intolerant of pesky small children.
As an adult I could affectionately blow air right in the coat and blow "raspberries" in their ears by mouth of my labrador retrievers and they would just wag their tails and lick my face. Try doing that to a doberman and you might summarily lose your face. Oddly, though my labs loved to stick their heads out of the car window on the highway, they hated it when I once tried to Hoover their coats with the vacuum.
I used to kill lizards as a boy thinking they were evil because they looked ugly.
I would destroy baby voles with a pitch fork at age 11 in my backyard because they looked like baby rats and were gross.
I used to use old-fashioned mouse traps then later got the mouse-size havahart style ones. I would then flush the uninjured caught mice down the toilet where they would drown.
I still use sticky window sheets to catch flies and bee spray to destroy wasp nests.
I would sometimes forget to feed and water the family dogs and would often get scolded by elders in my family and shamed. These dogs were unattractive mutts and I took no pride in them. As an adult I only had purebred dogs that I paid money out of my pocket for and was much more conscientious in regards to giving them loving care.
I once shot my neighbor's stray peacock in my yard with my 22 rifle in the behind at close range. The bird died about 5 minutes later and I tossed it in my pickup truck and later drove out and tossed it on the side of the road somewhere out in the country. The bird was a pest. Jumping up on vehicles and scratching paint. Getting up on my roof and making noise.
I put a family chicken in my family's garbage can half full of chicken feed and put the lid on it as a joke at age 6. My mother screamed at me and called me horrible names including cuss words. She didn't realize that a small child lacks reasoning power to know that would suffocate the bird.
I once got slapped by my mother for putting the cat in the bureau drawer at about age 4.
My grandfather yelled at me for putting mom's chihuahua inside my new toy Big Jim camper van at Christmas at age 9. The little pooch went crazy and tore the vinyl toy recreational vehicle apart.
I used to pester animals a lot as a small boy including family dogs. Small children find this amusing but my mother and the pestered animals did not find this funny at all. Children often regard animals as play toys and not living things with feelings. Sometimes the pestered dogs would bite me.
Pestered dogs included the family doberman and the family dachshund. Both these breeds are highly intolerant of pesky small children.
As an adult I could affectionately blow air right in the coat and blow "raspberries" in their ears by mouth of my labrador retrievers and they would just wag their tails and lick my face. Try doing that to a doberman and you might summarily lose your face. Oddly, though my labs loved to stick their heads out of the car window on the highway, they hated it when I once tried to Hoover their coats with the vacuum.
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