Petswitch Story

Use this Petswitch to generate an image of you and your pet (or heck someone else’s as one über critter). Write an origin story for this unusual creature (make sure you link to it as evidence)

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There are 12 written responses to this assignment.

She kissed me and then …

Written by Ronald on May 3, 2014 2:52 pm
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This really beautiful young woman came up to me, closer, closer, and before I knew it, she kissed me on my lips …

I felt strange, and hopped on along my way, back to home.

There at the little pond in our garden, I saw my reflection …

Um, no…

Written by AstroComfy on May 2, 2014 5:07 pm
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I love my dog, but there’s no way that image is all right. I can’t even begin to write about it. Thanks for the lolz.

Missing link for I dream of fish

Written by Christina Hendricks (@clhendricksbc) on May 2, 2014 1:05 am
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Dammit…forgot link to the pic! Here is the image for “I dream of fish”:

I dream of fish

Written by Christina Hendricks (@clhendricksbc) on May 2, 2014 1:04 am
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So I just woke up from a nap this morning and … what the … ##@%&!! happened? I had to take a selfie so I could really get a good look at myself. I can’t believe this could have anything to do with it, but I remember falling asleep thinking…wow wouldn’t it be great to be a human because then I could eat all the fish I want, I wouldn’t have to wait for anyone to feed it to me I could just go get it from the river or buy it from the store. I had a lovely dream about a fish shop: it had rows and rows of counters with fresh, juicy, plump fish on ice, and they went on for as far as the eye could see. All the customers were cats, and we just had to meow politely and we would get any fish we wanted. There were wonderful lawns outside to play in, chase butterflies in, and nice sunny sidewalks just asking for a stretch out and a snooze.

I must have spent too long sleeping because just look at my eyes! Have you ever seen them in such a state? It’s like they have sunk back into my head. Maybe they just need a good rubbing.

But what can I do about this ridiculous smirk? No self-respecting cat can look like that. But wait…maybe I can disguise myself as my human and take a walk down to the fish shop and ask politely for some salmon. I think it just might work.

Cheshire Geek

Written by Cris Crissman @Cris2B on May 1, 2014 11:30 pm
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Geek looks suspiciously like Alice’s Cheshire Cat . . .
Cheshire Geek

“Oh, you can’t help that,’ said the cat. ‘We’re all mad here.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

And I guess this TDC proves it . . .

Mad about our pets.

Mad about creating.

Mad about DS106.


Written by @heystorytellers on May 1, 2014 8:40 pm
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I found Brosie hanging out in the alley behind The Hamster Wheel, the jazz club where the lights are so bright you don’t notice you’re not going anywhere. Brosie’s sax hung from a strap around his neck, and he lazily pushed it around with his right hand while he smoked with his left. Brosie was one of those guinea pig-human hybrids that the Moreau Factories have been pushing out like crazy since pine shavings became so cheap they became cheaper to buy than paying a butler, but then they had more units than they knew what to do with, which is how Brosie found The Hamster Wheel and how it found him.

“Nice night,” I say, to break the ice.

“If you say so, spook,” Brosie says, turning from me and taking another drag, his chin-mohawk silhouetted in the gaslight.

“I’m looking for a woman,” I tell him.

“We all are, daddy-o,” Brosie says.

“She’s in trouble,” I tell him.

“They’re all trouble,” Brosie says.

I hit him up with the details about the half-weimaraner I’ve been hired to track down, owes reverse alimony, or that’s the story the John gave me. For $750 a day, I don’t ask questions.

Brosie gives me the shrug off, but I keep at him. She’s been to the club, I say. I know that sometimes she hangs out late, spends time with the band. I give him a photo, he says no, no way, never seen her.

I’m about to go–defeated–but he calls me back and asks to look at the photo again. I can tell she means something to him, the way he stares at the photo, just a wallet-size of her work picture from the A&P, but he looks at it like it’s a person or a gravestone or something. I can tell she meant something to him. I can also tell he doesn’t know what happened to her.

Back to the office. And the drawing board.

Ancient Egyptian Curse

Written by @Rockylou22 (Rochelle Lockridge) on May 1, 2014 7:21 pm
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On my visit to the British Museum last week, I accidentally activated an ancient Egyptian curse that melting Abby and I into one being. It wasn’t until I arrived home and walked into the door that the transformation took place. Learning how to type with paws has been a trying experience. I’m pretty worried about choir tonight. Whose vocal abilities will be working? Will we be a howling soprano or what? I’m wondering if there might not be a counter to the curse on the pedestal of the statue of CogDog’s ancestor I found while there too.

PetSwitch Image:

Flickr Image of CogDog’s Ancient Egyptian Ancestors:

Freaky story time

Written by The DS106 Shrink on May 1, 2014 4:01 pm
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When Rochelle saw me ‘being taken away by Scotland Yard’ after this photo was uncovered of me ‘showing off my recent heist of Viking antiquities from the new Vikings Live Exhibit at the British museum’, I did say: “I just had to have it. It was calling out to me.”.

I came out on bail, gave back everything except the one necklace.

Each time I wear it, I feel like scratching my ear and get a strange urge to chew wood. It looks so gorgeous, I just cannot resist it. Lately it seems like something is hiding inside it – I feel a presence in the necklace when I put it on.

Now where is that bone, I hid in the garden? I think I might chew on it before bed.

Here is the evidence:


Written by Trubright on May 1, 2014 11:35 am
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The dentures are nice but they only come in one style: man style. The contacts are the same. Not that I’m complaining. Chewing is good and vision is important. It’s just that, to be honest, I miss my old, sharp canines. Get it? Canines? It’s not so bad. I can even joke about it now.



Written by dkernohan on May 1, 2014 10:57 am
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I though, when I wrote that thing for Pearson Blue Skies, that I would just make a few new contacts.

But every night as I turned out the light, every weekend as I played with my son, every evening that I hastily managed to grab a much-needed pint…

The Pearson Bird was watching.

Always learning, always measuring. The efficacious pearson bird is open in the sense that everyone is subject to it’s critical gaze.

But, having written for Pearson. I noticed something else.

I was the Pearson Bird. And the Pearson Bird was me.


Bit Under the Full Moon

Written by VladDog on May 1, 2014 8:19 am
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I never expected this on my trip to England, it was all about seeing castles and the sunny countryside and meeting with the nobility.

But two nights ago, wandering up and down the narrow stairs of the baks of the Tyne in Newcastle, I barely gave notice to the friendly dogs inside the old castle tunnel. One did nip the back of my hand as he scuffled about in play, but I noticed immediately that I had an urgent need to be out all night, but sleep in the day.

I feel transformed…

(to switch up the switch, I used a photo of Mickey as myself and added my photo as the pet, breakin’ the rulez!)

What the Kibble?

Written by @dogtrax on May 1, 2014 6:02 am
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The image is here:

What was in that kibble anyway?

— six word petswitch story.