When I was a kid, my grandparents had two male brother Yorkies. I was traumatized when I saw them pleasurably ‘borking’ each other. I still get PTSD whenever a random dog rubs itself up and down my leg. I now prefer cats and hamsters.
I’d also bring up the story of a neighborhood kid who stuffed a baby duck in his pants to sneak into his room to keep as a pet. The duck bit him “where it counts” and rumor has it he still has a huge wart “where it counts” that never went away.
Anyone else have pet horror stories from when they were a kid?
When I was a kid, my older brother was one of those people that claimed there was nothing wrong with pit bulls, it was how you raised them. So I was given a pit puppy and she was a very beautiful dog. Brindle coat without a spot of white.
Well, when she turned one, I guess she decided she didn’t like me anymore. Granted I did nothing to this dog but love and play with her. We have a big fenced in backyard so we never kept her on a chain either. Anyways, I went out to see her one day and she started growling. I had no idea what was going on but I started backing up and luckily for me there was a large stack of hay bails behind me. I quickly climbed up the stack and she kept me there for a long time aggressively barking. I was crying and yelling for help and eventually my brother heard me and rescued me. I clung to him for what felt like dear life.
My parents told my brother to immediately get rid of that dog. She went to a nice family with lots of land. I have no idea what happened to her nor do I care. I was scared to death of that breed of dogs and two more childhood incidents happened to reinforce that.
My brother also had a pit and brought him home one day. He put the pit in the backyard and it dug under the fence to my goat’s pin and killed her. Ofc I got to watch this horrible event. Some years later my dad was visiting a friend of the family and as he was walking to the front door he heard something. Out of nowhere this pit leaps towards my dad’s throat and the only thing that saved him was he raised his arm just in time. The really screwed up part of that story, besides the multiple skin graphs my dad went through on his arm, is my dad was 6’3. That monster didn’t go for his leg or ankle…
So yeah there ya go. A true horror story and not just a gross one.