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ORIGINAL: Termyn8or You do not hurt, but you could pick him up by the hair and throw him a few feet. It doesn't hurt or injure them but it scares the shit out of them. Are you sure about this? Let's try that logic in reverse. You're fostering a dog and it approaches you, back straight, head low, low growl, showing it's teeth. Doesn't have to be a large dog, such as a Rottweiler, or Doberman, but say a medium sized dog such as a border collie. Or maybe a bit smaller, say an Amstaff? It scares you enough to consider that you're about to get your balls bitten off. How do you respond to that? You're dealing with an animal, and cutesy pics and the term pet aside, it's still a symbiotic relationship with something that doesn't think like you and doesn't always understand. Trust is extremely important. It's like when I had my cat Trotsky. Trotsky was a smart cat, he could open the fridge door. I could go away for the weekend and he'd be fine because we understood that the bottom shelf of the fridge was his, and anything on it he could eat. Had his litter tray in a cupboard in the hallway because he demanded privacy and he'd go in the cupboard, close the door, do his thing, and come back out again. However one day he came back from somewhere and he stank. There was no way round it. He needed a bath. Problem is of course, cats are independent, and they don't like water. They are also equipped with teeth and claws which can shred human skin and, as I also discovered, household rubber gloves. They also don't come with handles, which complicates matters when you have a wet soapy cat shredding your skin to bits. There was no way round it. Trotsky needed rinsing, and the only way to do it was by using the toilet. In Poland fortunately you get the German type of toilets with the 'viewing' shelf, onto which Trotsky was quickly placed, seat and lid down and a few flushes. Flushed once, twice to make sure, and sure enough lifted the lid and seat and Trotsky shot out like a bullet into the living room. Cleared the bathroom and the hallway. Trotsky was pissed, and I mean pissed. Six days. He ignored me for six days. Whenever I was in the room he would sit on the window sill looking out of the window with his back to me. Not even leaving a can of tuna open next to him worked. I had to go out and buy smoked mackerel, and after the smoked mackerel he got over it and forgave me. Spent a fortune on fish that week. First thing, never ever bath a cat. Especially not if you like having skin. But also never ever play around with the trust any animal places in you.
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