Nature Bats Last: post your terrifying animal stories here

irl lols at "Aphex Twin video dog"

I know what Maresn3st meant but I am still basically picturing a dog version of

https://i.imgur.com/QIUY3n1.gif

very luckily i don't have any horror stories involving dogs. i remember being slightly scared as a kid - 8 years old - when i was visiting relatives in chile. we would go walking in the evening in my grandparents' neighbourhood in a small provincial city. there's a lot of property crime in chile and this was 30 years ago when inequality and poverty were quite a bit worse. culturally there is the habit of not having dogs in the house, but being kept in the yard. every dozen houses or so there would be a big scary dog, usually a german shepherd, lunging at the gate at you as you walked by. i could never quite become inured to this.

Cats are the real monsters.

For a group project we had to come up with a pitch for a cartoon series, we started spitballing about the adventures of a kid and his two best animal friends - a Great Dane and a genetically modified housecat the size of a Great Dane.

Then we realized that a 100 pound housecat is basically just a leopard and would eat the kid's face in the first episode.

Lol yep

I actually really like most cats and adore some, but boy do i love the hell outta dogs

My dog of 15 years died in September. He was abused and abandoned by his original people. He was so gentle that i used to cover my hand in peanut butter and just offer it up to him, so... People are the real monsters i guess

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Not a horror story but my grandma had a chihuahua named Bam-Bam and the rule was never try to pet Bam-Bam. I stuck to this for a looooong time until one summer day, aged five or so, Bam-Bam was sitting next to me on my grandparents' back porch, looking relatively chill. I put a hand out towards him thinking that maybe just maybe he'd let me pet him but he lightning-quick lunged for my fingers and I never dared try to touch him again. One of my aunts has also had a series of chihuahuas that were nasty literal ankle-biters. They are not my favourite dogs.

In my experience,dauchshunds are either extremely nervous and high strung or nasty little shits

I grew up next door to one and he was super chill, possibly because he was also a bit overweight and would've struggled to conjure any high-strung energy. He couldn't go up and down stairs because of his long, droopy belly.

"aged five or so" = I was this age, idk how old Bam-Bam was

I love my doggie, he's a an adorable little guy. still don't trust German shepherds.

One time I picked up a cat I was on friendly terms with and I honestly think it was an accident and she was just unprepared but she kinda freaked out a little and blindly lashed out with her claw and sliced clean through the cartilaginous part of my ear. I figured that was just how my ear was going to be for the rest of forever but that was when I learned that cartilage can apparently reknit itself.

still lolling about a terrifying german shepherd named 'horst'

I love dogs and have coexisted w them for most of my life but have had some bloody experiences.

1) walking my shepherd mutt & tiny spaniel in the alley, huge dog larger than me barrels directly toward us and viciously attacked my shepherd, who was very protective and almost died. I screamed so much and couldn’t stop and a lady came running out of her apt to see if someone was being murdered. Sort of! My dog was never himself again & had to go to doggy ER and have a tube put into his neck. I have strong panic response whenever I see someone who is walking a large dog they can’t control.

2) tiny elderly dog we adopted early Feb of last year has bitten me so many times I lost count. He has to wear a muzzle when he gets groomed but is otherwise decent as long as he’s not manhandled.

This isn't about dogs, but I once got chased across a field by a herd of Oxfordshire cows on heat, and it might be the most terrifying thing that's happened to me. I was on a country path with, uh, a relaxed gating policy, and realised I'd walked into a grazing field of a very angry, horny cows. I had to climb up a tree to get away from them, then when there was space, I ran through a gate and closed the gate behind me. For a few minutes, it was pretty scary - about a dozen, galloping angry cows charging towards me. They're not fast, but they're fucking heavy. Part of me was really scared, and part of me was thinking "fucked to death by cows was definitely not how I imagined going out".

lol, thread delivers

post of the year

I got chased by a herd of cows once too, it was very scary, I think I posted about it on another thread. Definitely thought for a few minutes that I'd be found trampled to death by cows in a field in a random little town in Devon that I'd gone to for no particular reason. I was staying in this tiny youth hostel by the cliff path and I was the only guest there, so it was already sort of weird and creepy, and then I went out to walk to the cliff and the cows came charging at me and I thought, "Wow, I guess this is it."

On our first holiday after we had our daughter, my partner and I wandered through a field full with our babby strapped to her chest, and were suddenly surrounded by absolutely tonnes of cows. It was very intimidating, tbh.

wau @ the untrue and hurtful accusations itt.

anyway, all dogs are wankers. they stare at you and huff out suffocating clouds of their terrible dogbreath. they wheedle and slobber and whine. their feet smell of fritos and their fur smells of death. the soviets once crossed newfies with german shepherds to engineer the ultimate navy dog and wound up with a beast that swam out to drowning sailors and bit them. a dog once called my nephew fat. ban dogs imo.

many human hearts have been fucked to death by cows

Thank you, new user cat, for speaking the truth.

where is ILX user A Puppy to give a passionate rebuttal to these assertions

i got chased by a sheep once. a mother during the spring time protecting her lambs, i believe. i was about 10. i sprinted for the nearest gate and sprung over it in one leap, something i would've struggled to do if not under duress.

i always did enjoy mutton pies until giving up meat

i feel it is also important to note that dogs are narcs.

When I was a kid there was a big scary dog at the house around the corner, on the way to my friend’s house. We didnt know the owners or their kids, they kept to themselves, & they kept their angry dog behind a huge iron fence. It was a big sandy-colored doberman & as a small kid to me it was manic & slobbering & snarling all the time, charging at the fence whenever we rode by - fkn terrifying.

One day it got out (the owners didnt lock the gate or something i guess). one of our friends Sally was riding her bike by the house at that moment. & it fuckin chased her & took a huge bite out of her thigh & she screamed so loud we heard it from our house.

Forever after, among every kid in the neighborhood it was known as The Big Dog That Bit Sally. When you talked about it, you said the whole phrase, every time.

I dont remember what happened to it after that? but I think the family moved away.

rip in piece to all the sallys of the world

:'(

i have been known to use dog biting as a way to introduce restrictive and nonrestrictive clauses and this is a perfect example!
the big dog that bit Sally is the best way to illustrate the restrictive clause because it wasn't just any big dog, it was the big dog that bit Sally, i thank you for that VG! i usually use a hypothetical example but this is a good one that's real!

Oh yeah, that's great! I'll remember that one.

I came to love my best friend's german shepherd, but his family also adopted a flock of geese who were incredibly scary and aggressive

geese are terrifying

fucked to death by cows

...did you have a fearboner and were the cows backing you up against a fence with their juicy, taut haunches and buttocks

geese are my mortal enemies

I like how this is just turning into a scary animals thread. I stayed with some friends once whose cat took a violent dislike to me and would hide in doorways and under couches and then leap out and claw me viciously whenever I walked by. It was very unnerving as the cat was very good at hiding and I never knew when the attack was going to come.

my brothers and sisters were held hostage one childhood summer, by a large cock (male chicken). This was one crazy mother fucker, it would suddenly appear running full pelt, we would barely get the door closed again but this feckin velociraptor would slam into the filmsy porch at the back of the house. Raised feathers and hormonal rage, this frenzy would just stop time, it was terrifying. we would have to get our dad to fight it back so we could leave. lol

yeah my mom still talks about a particularly vicious rooster that was on a hippie commune farm in the 70a, I was 6 or 7 and I remember the grownups kept a big stick by the chicken coop to beat it off while they got the eggs. I remember being chased once but it never got me.

My godparents had a rooster; one day when I was about three, I went into the chicken coop and it jumped on me and pecked me on the top of my head. I ran back into the house screaming and bleeding, and my godfather stood up from the table, walked outside, grabbed the thing and decapitated it.

On another visit, I was trying to feed their pony an apple and I held it wrong (gripping it in my fingers rather than holding it outstretched in my palm) and the pony bit my fingers. The pony was allowed to live.

Maybe "terrifying" is overselling it a little, but when I was about eight or nine I was outside playing and had just walked over to the tree in our yard I really liked to climb. As I had just grabbed the limb above my head, I heard a noise and turned to see a horse (which seemed to be absolutely gigantic to my child eyes, but was probably just an average sized adult horse) galloping seemingly straight towards me. I swung my legs up and got up into the branches just as it ran right past the tree, knocking into the leaves of the branch I was sitting on, close enough that I could feel the rush of air on my legs.

Now we lived on the very edge of town, our side of the road was fairly widely spaced single family houses, but just across was a few farmhouses and some cornfields. So it wasn't impossible to imagine happening, but I was also not aware of any neighbors that had horses, nor of any nearby stables.

I sat in the tree and watched it run through a few more yards towards a copse of trees and weeded area that backed up to some train tracks and eventually a 3M warehouse. Certain that it was gone, I finally climbed out of the tree to breathlessly tell my mom about my seeming brush with death, only to have her insist that I was playing a prank on her. Fortunately a guy came to our neighborhood about an hour later, knocking on doors to ask if we'd seen his horse. Turns out he had been about a mile or so down the road when the trailer he was hauling the horse in had gotten a flat. The guy's son had let the horse out to wait in the ditch while it got fixed and got spooked when a passing semi blew its horn and took off hard enough to pull the reins out of the kid's hands.

He did find his horse in the field behind the 3M warehouse about twenty minutes later.

That’s an interesting story.

It reminded me of an event in my life. My friend Marty's family also had several horses in addition to the aggressive geese and the german shepherd. My favorite was Frosty, a light gray horse with a dark mane who was very calm. Marty and I rode out properly with saddles a lot together, and Frosty was always the horse he let me choose.

We decided to ride him together bareback in the corral one day when I was twelve. Frosty meandered under a low branch and we both fell off. I fell first and Marty on top of me. I broke my humerus clean through and ended up in the hospital for 3 weeks in traction. Marty and Frosty were both blameless, but the realization that my arm was fucked was terrifying at the time.

Last summer I dived into the bay and hit a leopard shark with my hand. I wasn't particularly terrified but I think he/she was.

My wife had a horse who would regularly run under low branches to unseat her.

somehow I missed remy's astonishing post about the Hannibal Lecter dog, wow

saw that post about the dachsund, my brother had two of them and I didn't like them.

My second favorite dog ever after trixie, the boxer/spaniel mix who was my companion throughout childhood, is a miniature long-haired dachsund who friends care for. She is so shy and sweet. It was hard for her to warm up to me at first, but when she did I fell in love with her, and having her in my lap feels so good

My other friends have a small poodle. She is friendly and always wants to sit next to me on the sofa, but if you touch her under her neck she growls and bites you. I didn't know that at first. When she did it to me it was kind of shocking. It wasn't enough draw blood but it hurt and in the moment she seemed feral. She immediately pushed her head into my side to show remorse though. Her instinctive response and then her realization and reaction were astonishing to me and made me love her more. I have learned not to pet her under her neck

Trixie was scary to look at and the mailman was afraid of her, but she loved humans, never barked or showed any aggression. She would kill cats on sight though, which was kind of freaky

After Trixie died we got a cat, named Girlie Girlie, from the Guru Ram Dass Ashram that my older sister lived in one college summer. When everyone left the Ashram in the Fall she gave her to us. The cat was raised as a vegetarian, having only been fed brewer’s yeast. She was very skinny and was afraid of us at first. We started feeding her meat, and she transformed into a beast! Started going out hunting birds. She growled to warn us away when we put anything with meat into her dish.

She would run and jump into my arms and roll over onto her back to let me pet her, which seemed a very dog-like thing to me for a cat. I loved her so much