Seriously. My wild animal experiences are limited to these few incidents:
The time when a squirrel in Union Square ran across my shoulders while I was eating a gyro. The times I've fed the squirrels in Union Square, and they took from my hand (let's face it, those aren't wild animals...) The time I pet a sparrow (no, I don't know why) The time my cat caught a squirrel, and I tried to save it, but it got away. The many times I've caught semi-feral kittens to give them medical treatment, food, and eventual homes.
That's about it. And the only times that come CLOSE (not counting the sparrow thing) I took full responsibility for the babies.
I was raised in a rural area by my mother, the world's most rabid animal lover. I knew proper wild animal treatment before I could even spell the phrase.
I also knew not to Ever Ever Ever bother a working dog, long before I'd ever seen a guide dog of any sort (not that they're the only kind of working dog, but they're the ones I was told about).
Oh, definitely. Yet another way some people bother me with animals ... every time I see someone who's not a small child trying to pet a working dog, I have to grit my teeth not to say anything.
Then again, dogs tend to spook me a little sometimes anyway. I once tried to pet my neighbor's dog and was reaching out my hand so it could get my scent first, and the stupid thing bit me. (Turned out it bit a lot and no one warned me.) I still have a long thin scar that goes halfway down my left index finger from where the bugger's teeth ripped my finger open. Urgh.
Well, guide dogs aren't on the job all the time. But yeah. I didn't even need to be told about avoiding working dogs because I'd already been told not to go near ANY dog without asking the owner first if it was okay. Basics, really.
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Date: 2004-08-15 06:27 pm (UTC)The time when a squirrel in Union Square ran across my shoulders while I was eating a gyro.
The times I've fed the squirrels in Union Square, and they took from my hand (let's face it, those aren't wild animals...)
The time I pet a sparrow (no, I don't know why)
The time my cat caught a squirrel, and I tried to save it, but it got away.
The many times I've caught semi-feral kittens to give them medical treatment, food, and eventual homes.
That's about it. And the only times that come CLOSE (not counting the sparrow thing) I took full responsibility for the babies.
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Date: 2004-08-15 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-15 06:41 pm (UTC)And *I* grew up in a city!
I also knew not to Ever Ever Ever bother a working dog, long before I'd ever seen a guide dog of any sort (not that they're the only kind of working dog, but they're the ones I was told about).
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Date: 2004-08-15 06:47 pm (UTC)Then again, dogs tend to spook me a little sometimes anyway. I once tried to pet my neighbor's dog and was reaching out my hand so it could get my scent first, and the stupid thing bit me. (Turned out it bit a lot and no one warned me.) I still have a long thin scar that goes halfway down my left index finger from where the bugger's teeth ripped my finger open. Urgh.
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Date: 2004-08-15 06:49 pm (UTC)