When I was a kid we had dogs. I don't know much about dogs but i do know that none of the dogs had long wagging tails. They had those short stubby things so when they wagged their "tails" it pretty much looked like their entire rump was going crazy. It was somehow endearing. The first one was named Rusty, the second was Patches and the last one was Dog.
Anyway, my dad told me that the reason our dogs didn't have tails was because he didn't like them so he got rid of them. He showed me these little rubber bands (I now know that the rubber band things he showed me were actually special ones used to castrate bulls.) and told me that he would put them around the base of the tail and eventually it would just fall off. I, of course, believed every word of it. Never mind that I was actually there when Patches gave birth to a very obviously bob-tailed Dog. My dad was telling the truth. I believed that any dog that had no tail was like that because the owner had the tail removed with one of those strange looking rubber bands.
When I innocently informed Hubs about this one day several years ago he burst into laughter and looked at me like I was crazy. I was so adamant that my knowledge of dog tails was absolutely true, however, that Hubs convinced me to call my dad and ask him why our dog didn't have a tail and how he got rid of it. I think my dad laughed so hard he cried.
I occasionally wonder what other truths I still believe to this day that are merely imaginative creations from my dad's mind.
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I believed that flounder could be easily caught by throwing canned corn overboard. They eat it, can't resist it, it clogs their system and they die. In seconds. Right. then you just scoop them up out of the water. Sure... thanks Dad! I told my Brother-in-law this years ago and he almost choked. Now it's a family joke.
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