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Safest with You (Ch. 20 - The Way to Get Over Someone, Part 1)

8.6K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Five months pass as you and Din try to forget one another.

Warnings: 18+ Content to be safe (MDNI please). Angst! (like a lot) Yearning, pining, mourning. People are hard on themselves in this one, folks. Nicknames (Din still thinks of you as Pretty Bird even though you're no longer his Pretty Bird; you're still Lil' Lady to Paz). And there is mild violence (of the Rory variety).

A/N: Thank you to everyone for being so patient with me! It's been a month since Ch. 19 and I guess this word count reflects that 😅😂 It could have been a little shorter but this ask convinced me to include the final scene instead of leaving it for the next chapter 🫣🤷🏻‍♀️ For that final scene, please imagine the suit/look from the Variety Hollywood issue shoot. The vibes of this and the next chapter is this scene in Twilight New Moon (cue 🎶it's a possibilityyyyyy🎶):

Dividers by @saradika-graphics / Series Masterlist

The week following that night at Din’s, you’re a shell of a person.  You cry for entire days but not much else - going on auto pilot taking care of Al but not yourself.  You don’t go to brunch that weekend, saying you feel disgusting, which honestly isn’t too far from the truth.  You’ve never been cheated on so you hardly know what it is you feel, only that an unyielding and tempestuous monsoon of emotions swirls inside you at all hours of the day.  You oscillate wildly between barely restrained hysteria, self-effacing shame, and sadness in an endless cycle.

To only your dog, you sometimes burst out half crying, half laughing at the absurdity of what you stumbled upon at Din’s apartment – how was it even possible?  Din, who you had loved with your whole heart, had pledged himself to you as you had him.  He had been your match in every way, and it was a tenant of his devotion that he only ever wanted to take care of you, make your life better.  How could the same man, without any warning, betray you in such an unfeeling and vulgar manner?  It simply could not be possible - it had to have been some type of cruel joke, you sob to Al. 

Then in an instant, you’ll turn your ire unto yourself: How could you have allowed this to happen?  Because it certainly did.  You stupidly let yourself be so blinded by love and desire that you didn’t see Din for what he was.  He wasn’t some honourable and noble protector; he was just some asshole who did and said what he needed to get his dick wet – and like an idiot you had fallen for it.  You were supposed to smarter than that, but it turns out you were just susceptible to a handsome face and a fat cock as anyone else.  The Din you had fallen for had been a total fabrication, and the dumbest part is that you had let him lie to you: you had blindly accepted that there were things in his life that he could never be fully honest with you about - that there were things that he just had to keep secret from you for your “own protection.”  You had accepted dishonesty as part of your so-called relationship right off the bat, it was no wonder that none of it had been real.  Stupid, stupid. 

Though you know now that it had all been lie, you still have moments, usually in the dead of night when sleepiness strips you of your ability to reason and overthink, where you simply just mourn.  Mourn the loss of what you had thought, no - felt in the very depth of your heart was a true, deep love.  It didn’t matter that it had all been an invention of your mind – the love you felt had been genuine for you, and you had cherished and held it dear.  The tears you shed during these periods of grieving are for the loss of your own false happiness and for the man that you had believed it.  It didn’t matter that they were never real to begin with, you had lost them all the same.

Your fog extends into the work week and you do something you haven’t done in ages: you take it off citing illness – you sleep, cry and try not to think of the crushing backlog you’ll face when you eventually return to work.  Near the end of the week, you make a phone call that you’ve been dreading but know is necessary.  Lala comes over the same day on her lunch hour – she thought you were just sick, having taken your excuse for missing the last brunch at face value, but when you burst into tears upon seeing her, she immediately knows that something is terribly, terribly wrong.

Taking you straight to her clinic, she slots you in with a fellow nurse right away so you can get what you’ve been dreading over with.  During the self-blame episodes of your emotion spiral, the weight of Din’s cheating and its possible consequences aside from the shattering of your heart have started to press down on you.  You definitely don’t need one more anxiety to occupy your thoughts, and this particular problem you could do something about.  You need to do something and accordingly you find yourself sitting in the clean but impersonal examination room answering the very kind nurse’s survey questions to determine what tests you need.

“Is there any particular reason you need a screening or is this routine?”

“My boyfriend cheated on me,” you say this flat, factually.

“Oh.  I’m sorry.   How long was your relationship?” her response is similarly dispassionate.

“Nearly a year.”

“During that time, how many sexual partners did you have?”

“Just the one.”

“Had you been tested prior to engaging in sexual activities with your partner?”

“Yes, all clean.”

“Was you partner tested?”

“He said he was clean.”  You can only answer what Din told you, with no confidence in whether or not it was the truth.

“Do you know how many other partners your partner had while you were together?”

“… no.”  Tears start to line your lower lash line.

“How long was he engaging in sexual activities with other partners?”

“… I really don’t know.”  Oh no, oh no, you’re going to cry.  Because you really don’t know any of it.  It's awful enough imaging that Din had been messing around with Vanessa the whole time that you and him had been together – if he was capable of that, who’s to say there weren’t others?

“Ok.  To identify the tests you need, I just need to ask about your sexual activities with your partner over the last year.  Is that okay?”

“Yes.”

“Did you kiss on the mouth?”

“Yes.”

“Did you engage in vaginal fingering?”

“Yes.”

“Anal fingering? Receiving, giving?”

“Yes. No.”

“Did you engage in oral sex? Receiving, giving?”

“Yes and yes.”

“Did you engage in penetrative vaginal sex?”

“Yes.”

“With protection? Or without?”

“Without.”  This is the only question you answer with shame.  Yes, everything had been consensual, but this – the decision to not use condoms was one made based on a mutual trust; a trust you gave openly and willingly to someone who hadn’t deserved it.  You had been careless in this respect – caught up in your feelings and your mistaken instinct that had told you Din was worth trusting.

“Did you engage in penetrative anal se-“

And so on, and so forth.  To the best of your ability, you answer clinically and without feeling, trying not to let the white hot flames of shame and anger simmering in your stomach boil up and over.  You had trusted Din, with your heart yes, but also your body.  One of the things you had loved about Din was how he always seemed to prioritized both your emotional and physical comfort and safety during your sexual activities, but for possibly the entirety of your relationship, he had actually been putting you in danger – taking a risk for you that you hadn’t consent to.  You don’t know how many other partners he was with when he was with you or if he had been safe with them – his cavalier approach to your health makes you sick. 

This feels good. It feels good to be angry instead of sad.

You wait patiently for the nurse to return with the swabs and containers and other equipment you need to self administer the tests.  Silently and alone, you follow the instructions while hot tears cascade over your cheeks.  It had felt good to be angry at Din for a moment, but it took more energy than you had to sustain it; the anger burned out quickly, leaving behind only sadness and embarrassment for having allowed yourself to be put in this position at all.

After leaving the samples where directed, you redress and meet Lala back in the waiting room and she takes you home.  You tell her that it’s okay if she tells the rest of the girls what happened, but you don’t know if you can deal with talking about it just yet and she nods understandingly.  You know your friends will be supportive (and possibly violent), but the strength required to feel your feelings and simultaneously express and explain them out loud doesn’t sound like something you have right now.  Not for the first time, you’re grateful that your friends are unflinchingly kind and understanding of you.

By the time the next Sunday brunch rolls around, your internal reservoir levels for self pity and destructive thoughts have lowered considerably.  You’re mainly just sad for what you thought was and what will never be, wallowing in the loss of what you had imagined would be a happy future with Din.

The girls are not quite that far along in their emotional journeys, but you’re better equipped now to answer their questions and receive their outbursts and reactions.  They all have choice words for Din ranging from lying cheating bastard to dickless waste of DNA.  Threats of violence to his personal (and commercial) property, as well as his physical being are put forth, predictably by Rory and less predictably from Katie.  Bea and Jen focus on drilling into you that you’re in no way at fault and that you hadn’t been wrong or stupid to trust and love Din the way you did.  Lala, being the only one to have seen you when you were in your darkest place, just holds your hand firmly, giving it a reassuring squeeze every so often.  You cry into your eggs and your friends shower you with comfort and support until you feel a little more like a human who is loved again.

One month ATN (After That Night)

Oof - you’re hungry.  It’s been a long morning of straight through meetings with no breaks until only now.  Well past lunch, it’s later than you would usually come, but you hope that your favourite sandwich shop still has some good options left – you’re starving. 

Walking in, the shop isn’t busy (which honestly makes sense as it’s nearing 2:00 pm) and the take away fridge is fairly bare, but with some satisfaction, you see your favourite sandwich sitting all by its lonesome on the top shelf.  Hand already out as you approach the refrigerated display, you reach up on your toes, just to have a big hand dart in ahead of your smaller one and snatch the sandwich out of your reach.

Falling back on the flats of your feat, you’re comically upset – this sandwich was your reward for your overly hectic morning and your disappointment is being further fueled by rising levels of hangry.  Maybe this nice man will offer you back the sandwich if you ask kindly; ready to give this sandwich stealer the sweetest most saccharine smile you can muster, you turn to face him and…

“Paz?”

“Lil’ Lady?”

This could be awkward.  You had loved Paz too.  Part of the great sense of loss you felt when you and Din broke up was from also suddenly losing the friendships you had made through him.  The Mandos, Poe and Lisa, Cass and even Boba had made up what had become a little family to you; the sense of belonging and love you had felt when they welcomed you into their fold and treated you as one of their own was one that you had treasured – their trust in you was not something you took lightly and you had kept their secrets with pride.  You had loved them all as well. 

Of course, like a knife to the heart, you’ve since come to the hurtful realization that those friendships were not as true or deep as you had thought either.  In all likelihood, Din’s friends were probably well aware of his cheating, or at the very least that his feelings for you didn’t run as deep as yours did him.  Though it saddened you, you couldn’t exactly be mad – their loyalty was to Din, not you.  At one time you may have felt some bitterness at this, but right now, seeing Paz for the first time after so long… you feel only happiness at seeing an old friend.

There’s a beat of silence and then it seems you both reach for a hug - it’s quick but warm.

“How have you been?” you ask, simultaneously; chuckling with you, Paz gestures for you to go first.

“Oh,” you don’t really know how to answer; Paz will surely know what transpired between you and Din.  Devastated?  Crushed?  Facing a crisis of self-confidence?  You opt for a watered-down version of the truth, “I’m as good as expected.  Busy at work.”

“Same.  With work, that is,” Paz smiles warmly at you; he’s missed you too.

“You down here for work today?” Suddenly recalling that Din had been downtown for Mando work the first time you met, you try not to let the pain of the memory show on your face.

“Yup.  Work.” Paz won’t tell you that he’s on a security detail, even though its not yours (you're under the careful watch of Koska and Iggy today).

You’re not going to ask about Din.  You’re not going to ask about Din, “How is… everyone?”

Paz assumes you must mean Din but he doesn’t know how to answer your question.  A shell of a man?  A man possessed when it came to the investigation into the threat made against you?  Depressed as all hell?  Paz can only parrot back your earlier response, “Uh, as well as can be expected.  Things have been tense, there’s a lot of stuff going on.”

You obviously don’t ask for details – it’s not your place anymore, and in truth, you feel like it never really was but you try to smile anyways, “Well, you can have the sandwich then.”

Paz looks down at the sandwich he’s still holding in his hand and laughs, “Are you sure?”

Nodding happily, it feels good to joke around with Paz again, “Definitely.  I’m here everyday.  I can have it anytime.”

“Ok, only if you let me buy you your sandwich, Lil' Lady.”

Beaming, you acquiesce, “Deal.”

Grabbing another sandwich from the fridge, you join Paz in line; the two of you standing together in comfortable silence.  You don’t know how it happens but a question that’s been silently buzzing in your mind slips out without permission, “Paz – can I ask you?  Are Din and Vanessa still together?”

You regret it the second the words leave your mouth, tears springing to your eyes.  Looking up at Paz, wide-eyed and embarrassed, you cover your mouth with your hands as if trying to magically stuff the words back in, “Omigod!! Paz!  I’m sorry!  That was... oh gosh... just really, really inappropriate of me.  Please don’t answer.  I never should have asked that.  Seriously.  Don’t answer please.  Besides, I don’t think either answer would make me very happy.”

Paz gives you a warm side hug and a sad look before he says reassuringly, “It’s okay, Lil’ Lady.  Don’t worry about it.”  He insists on buying you a cookie when you get up to the counter and you accept gratefully – you need all the comfort you can get right now.

The two of you say your quiet, but friendly goodbyes on the sidewalk outside of the sandwich shop; each genuinely hoping you’ll see the other again, but knowing that you likely won’t.

---

Paz is hovering.  Din can feel it, but he doesn’t look up from his seat on the ringside bench where he’s checking through an equipment list on his clipboard.

Paz continues to shuffle around until Din sighs and gives in to what his friend so obviously wants; looking up and tilting his head as his way of saying 'What?'

“Saw the Lil' Lady today.”

Immediately, Din’s heart leaps into his throat and his now empty chest constricts painfully; forcing himself to look back down at his paperwork, Din only grunts to acknowledge that he heard Paz.  Clearly Paz has something to say and in all the time they’ve been friends, Din has never been able to get Paz to keep his thoughts to himself, so he just waits.

“Ran into her at a sandwich shop near her office.  She looks good.”

Silence.

“She gave me her sandwich.”

Din closes his eyes, “Was it the egg salad?”

“Yeah.  How did you know?” Paz can’t hide the surprise in his voice.

“It’s her favourite,” Din says simply. 

For some reason, this takes all of the wind out of Paz’s sails and he lays a gentle hand on his friend’s shoulder.  “She asked how everyone was, but it’s clear she was thinking of you.  Why don’t you call her, brother?”

Even if the whole point of what he had done to you wasn’t so you would stay as far away from him as possible, Din can’t imagine a world where you would want to talk to him, “She hates me.  I fucked up, and I hurt her.  She doesn’t think about me.”

Paz doesn’t want to bring up your question about Vanessa, but he can’t help but think it must mean something that you asked at all, “Maybe she’ll forgive you.”

Din is done with this conversation; he gets up and starts to head towards his office, “I don’t deserve her forgiveness.  I don’t deserve her.”

Two Months ATN

Din never allows himself to see you.  You’re a creature of habit and for the most part, your life after him has reverted to normal; it would be so easy for him to catch a glimpse of you whenever he needed to see for himself that you’re alright.  If he was lucky, he might even catch one of your many soft and sweet expressions that he misses so much and be able to pretend for a moment that it was for him.

But he doesn’t allow it.  Part of it is a means of self punishment – Din chastises himself endlessly for hurting you; he doesn’t deserve to look upon your face, he doesn’t deserve any comfort.  But ultimately, it really comes down to his own lack of self control. 

Din makes the mistake of checking in with your daytime security detail in person only once, a couple of weeks after your breakup.  Din is chatting with Mayfeld through the latter’s rolled down car window, when, as if he senses your very presence, he looks up to see you exiting your office building looking positively elated at being able to leave work at a decent hour (for you) – your quick and graceful steps towards the subway easily hold Din’s gaze through no effort of your own and his body starts to move towards you of his own accord.  He may have very well walked right into oncoming traffic trying to get to you if Miggs didn’t have a firm grip on the back of his shirt.

No, he has absolutely no self control when it came to you.  Every part of Din yearns for every part of you.  Your smile, your laugh, the sweetness of your very being and the steadfast comfort of your company.  He wishes for nothing more than to make you happy again, to be there for you to lighten your load, to make you laugh so hard you snort, the way he used to pride himself on being able to do; what he wouldn’t give to hear you coo sweetly to Al, to swim in the melodic lilt of your voice when you recall a funny story from work or your friends, or to drink in your heady moans and cries while he gave you every pleasure you deserved. 

Din knows that if he allowed himself to be in your presence for even a moment, he would throw himself at your feet and beg for forgiveness.  Plead and grovel until you took him back and then everything, the very reason for all this misery, would be for naught.  He would do anything to see you, hear you, have you again, except risk your safety.  So, he leaves the protocol for your security to others, and he never lets himself go where he knows you might be – he exercises what control he has, so that he never loses control where it counts the most.

But his dreams he cannot control.  And Din dreams of you constantly.

He comes to both look forward to and dread these dreams.  In his dreams you don’t hate him, and they almost always start off with you looking at him like you used to, with love and admiration.  Sometimes the two of you are in a memory, maybe a special date or occasion, or even better, doing something beautifully mundane like walking Al – something the two of you did a million times without thought, just a routine part of the life you had started to build together.  But more often than not, the two of you are in bed.  Sometimes his, sometimes yours, but always just looking, talking, touching.  Din could live in these quiet moments of devotion forever. 

But the dreams never end well.  He discovered that once you left the bed in the dream, you would disappear.  Getting up to find you, Din would find the apartment empty and quiet and no matter where he goes in the dream afterwards, you would be nowhere to be found.  After this happened a few times, he would try to keep you in bed or at the very least, not let you out of Dream Din’s sight, but it never works.  No matter what he does, by the end of the dream you’re not his anymore. 

A horrifying recurrence as of late is that he follows Dream You into your kitchen to find Vanessa sitting at the island while you, crying, start to cook breakfast at the stove for him and her.  He recognizes the look you give him whenever he reaches this part of the dream, it’s the same one you gave him on that last night on his apartment landing – the look of devastation, betrayal, shock.  Your unspoken How could you?  You were supposed to love me above all else, haunts him even after he wakes with a start.  Every time Din has this dream, he relives what he did to you and he feels sick.

Even when it’s not this particular iteration, Din wakes from every nightmare of losing you again sweating and regretting everything.  In these moments, alone in a bed that’s remained cold and uninviting since you last graced it with your soft body, Din tears into himself.  What the fuck was his problem anyways?  He had made his proverbial bed and now he has to lie in it.  What would have been the fucking point of putting you through all this if he was just going to be a weak ass piece of shit and run back to you because it killed him to be apart from you?  Put you through hell and then put you in danger?  No, he can't run from it anymore: this is the price he has to pay for being who he is, for having done the things he had – he doesn't deserve good things.  He doesn't deserve you. 

What he does deserve is this cruelest of ironies: that the only way he's still allowed to love you is to take care of you by keeping you as far away from him as possible.

Four Months ATN

Oy!  Din Djarin!!

Startled by the loud and sharp toned voice that carries over the noise of traffic, Din stops in his tracks; turning towards the sound of the bark, he recognizes your friend Rory barreling towards him.  For a moment, he’s terrified that she might get hit by a car crossing the street to get at him, but the cars somehow seem to understand the determination of her gait and the ferocity in her facial expression and all roll to a stop at her outstretched hand.  You always said that Rory was a force.

Din waits dumbly in the middle of the sidewalk, ready to take the inevitably beating, verbal or otherwise – certain he could not escape her wrath even if he wanted to.  Perhaps he would be tempted to try if he didn’t wholeheartedly believe that he deserves whatever is about to come his way.

As soon as Rory steps up onto the curb, two balled up fists of rage ram right into Din’s chest, the force of which, if he had not been braced for it, might have sent this former boxing champ flying backwards.

You!!! 

An accusatory finger is now poking him incessantly, over and over, pushing right into his sternum.

Din holds his two hands up, as if to surrender, but doesn’t do anything to stop her oncoming assault.  It’s starting to hurt a little, but he knows he deserves it and more.

Liar!

Cheater!

Pathetic!

Asshole.

Garbage human.

Piece of shit.

How you could do that to her?!

She did nothing but love you. 

She’s the sweetest, kindest, most loving person you will ever fucking be with, and this is how you treat her?

You ungrateful worm.

You’ll never find anyone better than her.

You never fucking deserved her, you twat.

Din takes every angry word spat at him with a resigned expression and downcast eyes.  Every word is true and he knows it.  He welcomes this even.  No one has been angry with him, except save himself.  Not Paz, or any of the Mandos, not even Boba.  No one has yelled at him or hurled insults at him, or called him out for the despicable person he is to have hurt you the way he did.  His sweet, pretty bird.  No, not his anymore.  He swallows every single one of Rory’s admonishments willingly and his head might even slightly nod in agreement.

Don’t you have anything to say for yourself, you fucking coward?

Arms dropping to his side in defeat, Din hangs his head and asks the only thing he wants to know, even though he's sure he isn’t allowed, “How is she?”

How is she?! What the fuck do you mean ‘how is she’? How the fuck do you think she is??

“What I mean is… I’m not still hurting her, am I?”

Silence.

“She’s okay now, right?  She hates me, but I don’t matter anymore?  She doesn’t think of me enough to still hurt her?”

Rory stops and evaluates the man standing in front of her.  He looks… broken.  She’s been throwing all her weight into every push, poke, smack she’s laid on Din and he’s taken it all.  Absorbed it along with every harsh word out of her mouth; he hasn’t fought back or even flinched - almost as if he wants her to hit him.  To scream at him.  And now, with the only words he’s spoken, he’s asking to confirm, with what almost sounds like hope, that you’ve forgotten him.  Din’s choice of words strike Rory as odd.  He wants to make sure he’s not “still hurting” you?? 

Suddenly, her mouth drops open as she retracts her hands, “… you didn’t do it.”

Din looks shocked and almost terrified.  He opens and closes his mouth several times but nothing comes out.  No denial or refute of what Rory now realizes has been completely obvious.

“You didn’t cheat on her.  You never cheated on her,” Rory’s tone is softer now, but determined and confident.  She’s leaving no room for argument, not letting Din worm his way out of the truth.

With a sigh, Din has no choice but to confess, “How could I?  Why would I ever want anyone but her?  The most perfect creature to ever exist.”  If he had seemed defeated before, Din is now positively deflating right before Rory’s eyes.

“You love her.”  Again, not a question.

“Always.  Forever.”

“Why w-”

“Rory, please.  You must never tell her.  She has to go on hating me and wanting nothing to do with me,” fear is catching up with Din now.  If Rory tells you the truth, this plan to keep you safe will unravel.

Rory’s eyes widen in disbelief, “You have to be joking.  Do you know what you put her through?  And it’s not even true??”

Quietly, Din asks, “How much has she told you and your friends about what I do?”

“That you own a gym?” Rory crosses her arms and gives Din an incredulous look.

“What else I do.  What my old job was.  Who I worked for.  Who I’m connected with,” he has to be able to make her understand.

Rory lets these words hang in the air for a moment.  No – you were always pretty tight lipped about what Din might be involved in outside of athletics.  It did seem that in the months leading up to your breakup, you would often stress over Din’s work and wellbeing, and though your friends never asked you to expand on it, it wouldn’t make sense for the responsibilities a gym owner to give you that kind of anxiety.

“You got a knife wound once.  Lala told us,” Rory recalls.

Din nods, “And that was nothing.  That’s the least of what the people who might come after me would be capable of.  She’s in danger just by being with me.”

“You wouldn’t protect her?”

“Of course, I would.  With my life.  But why should she be in danger at all?  She didn’t choose this life.”

“She chose you.”

“She shouldn’t have.”        

“You don’t get to decide that for her?!!”

Din knows that.  He shouldn’t have chosen for you.  But he made the decision that he thought would keep you safe and now you both have to live with his mistake, “I know, Rory… I know, but it’s done now.”

“Undo it, asshole.”

Like he hasn’t thought about it a million times.  Like he doesn’t wake up and his first thought when he opens his eyes in the morning isn’t to find you and crawl on his hands and knees and admit that he had fucked up in how he handled everything and beg your forgiveness.  Sometimes Din’s halfway out the door before one of two things stop him.  The first is the very real possibility that you would tell him to go to hell – you had loved him better than anyone ever had, better than he deserved, and he had callously thrown away the greatest gift ever bestowed upon him.  The second, is the very real fear from the threat made against you; Din hasn’t eliminated it and what if, just what if, what he’s doing is actually working and removing you as a worthy target?  Yes, he shouldn’t have gone about things this way, but… what if it was keeping you safe for now?

���Someone threatened her, Rory.”

This stops Rory as she’s about to open her mouth to say something else.  Closing her mouth, she studies Din and her shoulders drop, “Who?”

“I don’t know.  I haven’t been able to find out who’s behind it but I will.  Until then, I have to try and make her less of a target.  Please.  Rory.  Please.  Make sure she stays away from me.  You can’t tell her any of this.”

“But… she doesn’t know?”

“No. I don’t want her to be scared.  And she is being protected - all the time, I promise.  But the safest thing for her is to stay the hell away from me.  If whoever wants to hurt me doesn’t think they can do it through her, then she’ll be safe.  Please, Rory.”

Din is begging her now.  His eyes imploring Rory to understand and decide as he once did, that your well being has to come above all, including loyalty and love.  He sees it in her eyes as she relents, much the same way his must have once upon a time, and she nods, “Okay. I won’t tell her.  And you promise she’s safe right now?”

“I promise.  I… wouldn’t be able to live like this if I couldn’t at least do that for her.”  Is it worth it?  Yes, your life, your safety is worth anything and everything to him.

“You think you can get them?  The people behind the threat?”

Din nods, “I’m sure of it.  I’ll make sure of it.  I’ll take care of it.  That’s a promise I won’t break.”

“Okay.  You should tell her afterwards though.”

“Maybe.”

“She deserves the truth, Din,” Rory gives him one last exasperated look.

“She deserves the world, Rory.”

The two of them give one another a silent nod of mutual understanding before parting ways.  They might not see eye to eye on everything, but Din trusts that your friend will put your wellbeing and safety first; she loves you just as much as he does.  Rory leaves Din behind feeling conflicted in a way she hadn’t thought possible when she confronted him earlier – the last thing she expected was to sympathize with him, but it’s become clear to her: the only person who’s been hurting more from your breakup than you, is Din.

Five Months ATN

“I want to go out with Mark.”

Four heads look up from their brunch with lighting speed to stare at you, shocked by your sudden announcement.

Feeling a bit awkward at this reception, you go on, “… I mean if he’s even still available.  And if he’s not, is there someone else at your firm that might be, Jen?”

Jen looks at you curious and hesitantly excited, “I can check, but I don’t think he’s in a relationship?  He broke up with someone a couple of months ago.  You really want me to set you up?”

You don’t catch the looks that Rory and Lala exchange before Rory cautiously asks, “Do you even like Mark?”

“Hey!” Jen looks scandalized.

You’re slightly bewildered watching your two friends seemingly stare daggers at each other, “I don’t even know Mark? I just…” 

You sigh. 

“… I just have to do something.  Try something new.  Babes, it’s been months and… I’m still not over him.”  Your friends know that the “him” in question is not Mark.

It’s been five months and you’re still in a state of melancholy and heartbreak that you can’t quite articulate.  The days where you’d cycle through extreme emotion, be it intense sadness, justifiable anger, or self-pitying shame, have long since passed.  You burned those emotional candles to their proverbial wicks and for the time that they were lit within you, they served their purpose.  You’ve processed those emotions and laid them to rest.

What remains is a type of grief, a longing from your soul that you struggle to contain on a day-to-day basis.

The best way you can think of describing it is Hiraeth – the Welsh word that conveys the feeling of “a longing for a time, place, or person that feels like home but may no longer exist or that never existed at all”; when you miss Din, it feels like a type of homesickness.  And though far from being lonely in your life, your heart nevertheless maintains an empty chamber that you are dearly afraid may be forever reserved for Din.  Your Din.  The one you had loved and thought loved you.

You miss it all - everything that had never been real: the closeness, the intimacy, the safety of Din’s embrace.  You miss the way he looked at you and made you feel like the only person in the world who mattered; you missed his adoring touch and the way that he would be soft and gentle with you when you knew he harnessed such strength and power within those same hands.  He had made you feel cherished and special, appreciated and exalted.  Yes, it had all been a lie, but you heart had believed in it and the memory of what you’ve irretrievably lost haunts you every day still.

You’ve never been one to believe the adage that to get over someone, you had to get “under” someone else and you’re certainly not looking to replace what you thought you had or even date for the sake of dating.  You’re just simply out of ideas.  You need… a distraction.  A real-life person to think about, instead of one that only ever existed in your head.

“Don’t push yourself if you’re not ready, babe,” Lala says, gently.

“I don’t want to ‘get back out there.’ I just need…”

“A rebound?” Rory’s assessment is unfortunately, spot on.

You look sheepish, “That sounds terrible.  But something like a distraction.”

Jen is hardly bothered, “It’s okay.  I won’t tell Mark but I don’t think he would mind even if he knew.  Men are weird as hell.”

Everyone laughs and you go back to your breakfast, half listening as Jen chirps some of Mark’s merits and tells you that she’s going to try and set something up for the upcoming Friday.  You don’t notice the worried and pinched looks that Lala and Rory continue to give one another for the remainder of brunch.

It’s absolutely pouring today.  The phrase ‘raining cats and dogs’ must have been inspired by a similar rainfall, you’re sure.  You hold your umbrella as close to your head as you can while deftly trying to keep your shoes dry by doing little and big hops to avoid puddles.  It’s a relief when you finally make it to the overhang in front of your office building and can shake out your umbrella before stepping inside.  Wiping your feet on the already soaked through mats that building maintenance has put down, you wonder if the weather will clear up before your date with Mark tomorrow.

You’re slipping your still dripping wet umbrella into a plastic sleeve when you hear a commotion by the security check desk.  Gabriel, the head of security is arguing with someone who by the looks of it is soaking wet and trying to get through the security turnstiles.  As you approach with your own access card already in hand, the voices get louder:

“Dude.  Come ON!”

“Miss, like I said, you have to have security access in order to move past this point.”

“I’m not going to go anywhere in the building, I promise!  I just need to get to the subway.”

“I heard you already, miss.  You’ll have to use one of the other two subway entrances.  This one is for people who have access to this building only.”

“It’s pouring!! Can’t you see?  The other two entrances are both over a block away and I’m already soaked!  I just want to get home!”

“I won’t ask again, miss.  Please leave.  There are people who need to get through.”

You’re shocked.  You’ve never heard Gabriel get frustrated or raise his voice before.  But that’s not why you’re shocked.  It’s the girl’s voice.  You know it. 

It’s Vanessa.

In some other universe you might hail this as karma, but in truth, you only have sympathy for the girl you see before you.  It really is miserable out and you’re sure that Vanessa isn’t some corporate espionage spy – she really is just asking for a little help to get out of the rain and home before she gets sick.  Without overthinking it, you come up behind her and give Gabriel a reassuring smile, “It’s okay, Gabriel, I can take her to the subway.”

Vanessa turns and looks at you with a wide-eyed, almost scared expression on her face.  You can’t help but feel bad for her.  Obviously because she’s soaking wet and shivering, but you think she must not have been met with much kindness in her young life.

“Ma’am, that’s not really protocol…”

Your reassuring smile is now extended to Vanessa as well.  You want her to know you’re here to help her, truly, “Gabriel, it’s fine.  I know her.  And, even if I didn’t, I could never let you send a woman out into that downpour when we could so easily help her get to where she needs to go, okay?”

Gabriel nods as you swipe your access card against the reader and you gesture for Vanessa to go through before you follow.

The two of you walk silently towards the subway for a few moments.

“You don’t have to…”

You wave off Vanessa’s concern, “I think Gabriel’s watching, so I’ll just walk you all the way to the subway entrance so he doesn’t give you anymore trouble, okay?”

She nods and the two of you continue on.

“You don’t have to be so nice to me.”

Your answer is genuine, “I really don’t know any other way to be towards you.”  It’s true.  Yes, Din had cheated on you with her, but you hadn’t been dating Vanessa, you had been dating Din.  He had wronged you, not her (even if she had probably been a bit smug about it).

Vanessa nods again, the expression on her face seems to relax into some kind of revelation that you don’t quite understand.  When you get to the subway entrance, the two of you pause awkwardly before she finally speaks, “Thank you.”

Again, you try to smile as kindly as you can, “It’s okay.  I meant what I said to Gabriel – I didn’t like that he was trying to send you back out in the rain.  Here.” You hold out your umbrella, still in its plastic sleeve.

Vanessa doesn’t take it, even as you continue to extend it in her direction, “I don’t know how far you have to go once you reach your stop – the rain may not have let up by then.  Really, take it.  It’s my firm’s – I have a bunch more upstairs.”

This time she does open her hands and when she grasps the umbrella’s handle to take it from you, she blurts out, “I never slept with him!”

Silence hangs between the two of you at her statement.  You don’t know what she means at all, so you just say, “I’m sorry?”

Vanessa is looking down at the umbrella in her hands, words just spilling out, “That night.  The night you ‘caught’ me and Din – you didn’t walk in on anything.  I don’t know how, but he said he knew you were coming over and he asked me if I could make it look like he and I had been sleeping together when you showed up.  We didn’t do anything.  I played on my phone on the couch until we heard you knock.  I- don’t know why I did it… actually… no, that’s a lie.  I do.”  She finally looks up at you.

“Din was so in love with you.  Like seriously, so stupid in love with you.  He hadn’t been with anyone for a while before he met you, and those of us who… had gone out with him once or twice just got used to it, I guess.  Like we wanted him but he didn’t want anyone and that was fine.  Then he met you and all of a sudden, he was the doting boyfriend, head over heals in love, showing you off to all his friends, taking you to meet Boba.  And then it was so clear: it wasn’t that he wasn’t the boyfriend type, it was you.  He only wanted you.  I guess… I was jealous.” Vanessa shrugs, ashamed, “So when the chance came up to hurt you... I jumped at it.  I’m sorry.”

To say you’re shocked would be an understatement.  There is so much to process.  You’re not sure what Vanessa is asking from you, but you do appreciate her honesty, “I mean, I guess I get why you did it.  But why did Din?”

Vanessa shrugs again, “I really don’t know, I didn’t ask.  It didn’t matter to me, I guess.  I’m sorry.  But after you left, I… propositioned him?  Thought I would shoot my shot since we were both basically half undressed.  He turned me down and practically kicked me out.  All he cared about was making sure you got home safe.  You’re all he cared about.  Always.  It was only ever you.”

“I- ” you’re speechless.  Actually speechless, “Thank you for telling me, Vanessa.  I- still don’t understand any of it, but I always appreciate honesty.  Truly.”

And with that, Vanessa gives you a little wave of the umbrella you gave her as a final thanks before she disappears down the stairs into the subway station, leaving you dumbfounded and shellshocked.

It had been a lie.

Din hadn’t cheated on you.  Not with Vanessa.  Not that night, or according to her, any other night.  You had been his one and only.  The way you had always thought.  The way he had always made you feel.

Every spiraling assumption and devastating conclusion you’ve drawn about your relationship over the past five months is now being called into question: that he never loved you, that he wasn’t the man you believed him to be, that the devotion in your relationship had been one sided.  Had it all been real?  Was your Din real?

But he had lied. 

He had made up an elaborate lie to get away from you.  To hurt you.  This revelation gives rise to feelings that you thought you had long worked through and put to bed: betrayal, hurt, disbelief, anger.  On top of this fast rising tide of emotions that you’re afraid might drown you rides a question you've never felt like you wanted the answer to when it was simply that Din was a cheater: Why?

The date is going okay, you think.  Actually, it’s going exactly how you knew it would – you’re not into it.  Mark is honestly nice enough, funny enough, charming enough – you can see why Jen was always trying to get you to go out with him.  But he’s not Din.

You haven’t told anyone about your run in with Vanessa because you still don’t know what to make of it all; you have pieces of a puzzle that you didn’t even know existed, new questions, even fewer answers, and a whole new host of confused feelings.  Unsure of your own heart, you hadn’t known what to say to Jen to cancel this date that she lovingly setup for you at your request, so here you are.

Even if your overthinking brain wasn’t in overdrive analyzing and reanalyzing everything you learned yesterday, your heart, which is still working out your feelings towards Din, has unequivocally softened.  The Din of your memories, the one for whom your heart still beats deep down had been real, and he had never betrayed you in the manner you believed for the past few months.  The love you had felt with him had been true and the affection and devotion that had been cornerstones of your relationship have started making their way back into your chest.

You feel sort of bad about Mark.  Yes, you had been very clear with Jen and yourself that this date didn’t mark any great interest of yours to start dating again, but you know you could be putting in more of an effort on this date.  You try.  You really do.

After the pre-dinner drinks are finished and the waiter’s taken your dinner order, you excuse yourself to use the restroom, hoping for a few minutes alone to gather your thoughts.  Heading towards the bathrooms, you walk down a hall that opens to the restaurant’s private party rooms on one side.  All the doors are opened and you peek in to see that most of the rooms are empty, one of them being cleared from a large party that must have just left; when you get to the last doorway, you’re stopped dead in your tracks when you see who's inside.

It's Din.

He’s leaning back in a chair that’s been placed further back and away from the dining table that must centre the room; part of the meeting but not an active participant – a perimeter guard.  His handsome profile is as striking as you remember; his strong aquiline nose and cut jawline that’s currently flexing as he swallows hold your attention by their very existence - how is he here just when all your thoughts happen to be of him?  Din’s chocolate brown eyes are fixed on someone or something in the room, but he must feel your gaze because he turns and sees you – keeping his expression neutral, as if he doesn’t want anyone else in the room to notice you, you still see his eyes soften as they lock with yours and your heartbeat picks up a little.

Hi, you mouth shyly.

Hi, Din's lips curve up slightly at your sweet expression as he mouths back, you look nice.

You do too, because he does.  He’s in a black suit with a crisp white shirt and jet-black tie; the monochromatic look works for him.  Din’s slicked back hair is different – you’re so much more used to seeing his curls loose and tousled, but the change isn’t unwelcomed.  He looks professional.  Devastating.

Work?  Your head tilts a little so you can see a little further in the room and Din knows you see Paz sitting in front of him wearing a nearly identical outfit.  He nods, You?

Date.

Din nods slightly, eyes unreadable, Be safe.

I will. Not sure how much more you can communicate this way or even what you want to say, you give Din a little wave before continuing down the hall to the restroom.

---

Din cannot sit still.

Date? You were on a date?

But that’s not even the most jarring thing about seeing you unexpectedly tonight at the same restaurant where Boba’s holding a family meeting.  What’s really turning Din’s world upside down is that you didn’t look upset to see him.  Your expression was soft, kind and inviting.  As if you didn’t hate him. 

You’re over him.  That has to be it.  You were over him, wholly and completely; much too sweet to hold onto any malice towards him, you had treated him politely, like an old acquaintance.  He wants to be glad – happy that you’re no longer hurting and that his transgressions against you didn’t leave a permanent mark on your beautiful soul.  But his heart feels like it’s made of lead; dropping from his chest into his stomach when he thinks of you being on a date.  Din gets up and takes a walk towards the main dining room of the restaurant, looking to satisfy his morbid curiosity.

He sees you right away.  Your back is to him, but he knows its you.  You sit across from a perfectly respectable looking man dressed in a sharp suit – the both of you clearly having come straight from work.  The man probably has some smart corporate job like you, like a lawyer or someone who underwrites space rockets or something cool.  The man is making you laugh; Din can tell by the way your shoulders shake.  He imagines your smile and the way that your eyes crinkle when you think something is super funny but you don’t want to let loose one of those melodic laughs of yours where you throw back your head and the resulting song carries over the crowd.  Din watches as you swirl your wine glass the way he always thought was super adorable, with two of your fingers pressed against the base of the glass stem, before you lift those same fingers to make a gesture with your hand that indicates you’re adding to your date’s story with some witty comment of your own.  Your date’s face lights up and his look of admiration and joy from the pleasure of your company is one that Din knows well. 

He decides can’t watch anymore and slinks back down the hallway; heart ripped to pieces, leaving you to your pleasant evening.

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[unleashwellness]

How to Keep Your Dog’s Coat Shiny and Healthy: Tips from a Dog Parent

Last month, my Labrador, Rico, decided to roll around in what I thought was mud in our garden. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t mud. As I stood there, mortified (while my neighbors struggled not to laugh), I realized it was time to step up my dog’s coat care routine. If you’re like me and wondering how to keep your dog’s coat shiny and healthy, you’re in the right place! Let’s dive into how we can make this happen, even with our unpredictable Indian weather.

The Indian Coat Challenge

Maintaining a shiny coat in India is no small feat. With humidity levels that make even human hair look wild, it’s no wonder our dogs struggle too! My friend’s Husky sheds so much, she jokes about starting a sweater-making business. Last winter, Rico’s coat became so dry that it felt like hay. That’s when I learned that keeping a dog’s coat shiny and healthy is more than just using fancy shampoos. It's about a comprehensive approach to care, from nutrition to grooming.

Nutrition: The Key to a Shiny Coat

Like my mother-in-law always says, “What you eat is what you become.” The same goes for our dogs. When I switched Rico from regular kibble to a protein-rich diet, his coat transformed from dull to dazzling! I also started adding probiotics, specifically Unleash Wellness’s JOLLY GUT, to his meals. Not only did it improve his digestion, but his coat became shinier too. Good gut health reflects in every part of your dog’s body, especially their fur.

Here’s a simple tip: try adding probiotics and a coat supplement to your dog’s meals. You’ll notice that their coat becomes healthier over time. Another thing that works wonders? A spoonful of curd and an egg every other day. Rico’s coat now gleams in the sunlight!

Bath Time Drama Solved

Bathing my dog used to be an ordeal. Rico acted like I was pouring ice water on him during bath time. That’s when I discovered TUDRY dry shampoo from Unleash Wellness, and it’s been a game-changer. It’s perfect for those days when your dog gets into something smelly, but you don’t have the time or energy for a full bath. A few spritzes of this dry shampoo, and Rico is fresh again in no time!

Supplements: The Secret to Healthy Skin and a Shiny Coat

One supplement that changed everything for Rico’s coat is NORUFF from Unleash Wellness. I mix it into his food, and within weeks, his coat became so shiny that other dog parents started asking me what I was doing differently. This simple supplement makes a big difference, and the best part? It’s easy to add to your dog’s routine.

Seasonal Coat Care

Indian seasons, from scorching summers to humid monsoons, can wreak havoc on your dog’s coat. In summer, I brush Rico daily to minimize shedding. During the monsoon, when wet fur is unavoidable, I rely on dry shampoo and paw-drying sessions. These little habits help keep my dog’s coat shiny and healthy year-round.

Aging and Coat Care

As dogs get older, their coats need extra attention. Rico just turned seven, and I’ve noticed his coat needs more TLC than before. I’ve kept his diet consistent with supplements and regular brushing sessions while we watch TV. It’s become a routine that not only helps his coat but also strengthens our bond.

Practical Tips for a Shiny Dog Coat

Here’s what worked for me:

Probiotics for gut health: Good digestion reflects in a healthy coat. I use JOLLY GUT from Unleash Wellness.

Supplements for coat care: The combination of NORUFF and daily brushing has transformed Rico’s fur.

Dry shampoo for quick refreshes: TUDRY dry shampoo saves me on those muddy days.

Eggs and curd: Adding these to your dog’s diet can make their coat shine.

Oil massages: Coconut oil massages once a week keep the coat moisturized and soft.

The Results Speak for Themselves

Last week, during our neighborhood dog meet-up, three people asked what I was doing to keep Rico’s coat so shiny. That’s when I knew all the effort was paying off! If you’re wondering how to keep your dog’s coat shiny and healthy, remember it’s not about one magic product but a consistent routine of good nutrition, supplements, and regular care.

With the right products like JOLLY GUT, NORUFF, and TUDRY from Unleash Wellness, and a little patience, you’ll see noticeable improvements in your dog’s coat. A healthy coat is a reflection of a healthy dog, and trust me, these simple changes will make all the difference!

FAQs: Coat Care Questions Answered

Q: My dog sheds a lot. What can I do?A: Shedding is normal, but if it’s excessive, start with good nutrition. Supplements like NORUFF can significantly reduce shedding. Regular brushing helps too!

Q: How often should I bathe my dog in India?A: Once a month is usually enough, but use dry shampoo like TUDRY for in-between baths, especially during the monsoon season.

Q: My dog hates bath time. Any tips?A: Try using lukewarm water and keep bath time short. For in-between cleans, use dry shampoo.

Q: Are coconut oil massages good for my dog’s coat?A: Absolutely! Regular oil massages, combined with proper nutrition, will help keep your dog’s coat shiny and healthy.

Q: My dog has dry skin. What should I do?A: Check their diet first. Probiotics like JOLLY GUT and omega-3 supplements can improve skin health. If it persists, consult your vet.

With these tips, you’ll be well on your way to keeping your dog’s coat shiny, healthy, and soft—just like Rico’s!

[mikkimadison]

6:30am

So I have a new foster dog and we’re in the adjustment period, where we’re trying to settle into a new routine and figure how each other works and all that stuff. This means she’s learning fun things like no, we are absolutely not allowed out of the kennel at night no matter how much we howl about it, and I’m learning fun new things like how much Akita fur my vacuum can take before it gives up the ghost.

One of the other things I am learning is how to wake up at 6:30am, an hour I have not voluntarily seen on a regular basis since high school. But as she is awake at 6:30am and she’s still getting used to the kennel, I go ahead and let her out since it’s not an unreasonable hour.

So today we’re up and she’s running around the backyard, eating grass and sniffing everything she can (we had rain last night so there’s lots to sniff) when it starts to rain again—not pouring, not sprinkling, but a gentle, steady patter that I hear more than I see. The dog doesn’t even notice; she’s too busy sniffing under the edge of the shed, and she’s got like 10 layers of fluff so I’m not sure she’d notice anything short of a monsoon.

Then, the clouds break behind me and the sun surges over the horizon, and suddenly the entire yard is suffused in a warm glow. The fence seems to shine, the spring-green maples leaves glitter, and the sky is a vibrant patchwork of blue and gray. I sit here, watching in wonder, listening to the hush of the sunshower as rain falls through the trees.

And then the rain stops and the dog comes running up to me with a doofy smile and wet fur, and I’ve got to assure her that yes, she is a good girl, and does she want scritches? Yes, she does! And the moment is gone.

I’m never going to be a morning person, but if I’ve got to be up with her, I’m glad to catch the sparks of beauty that only happen at dawn.

Crossposted from my blog

[petareonline]

Tail-Wagging Favorites: Best Dog Breeds for Indian Climate

Introduction:

When it comes to welcoming a furry friend into your home in India, it's crucial to consider their adaptability to the country's diverse climate. From the sweltering summers to the monsoon rains and mild winters, finding a dog breed that thrives in such conditions is essential. In this guide, we'll explore some tail-wagging favorites, highlighting the best dog breeds in India's climate.

Sizzling Summers: Finding the Coolest Canine Companions

In the scorching heat of Indian summers, it's crucial to choose a dog breed that can handle high temperatures with ease. Breeds like the Indian Pariah Dog, with their short coats and natural resilience, shine in these conditions. Their adaptability to the Indian climate makes them one of the best dog breeds in India. Additionally, the Dalmatian, known for its endurance and love for outdoor activities, can thrive in the warmth as long as they have access to shade and water.

Monsoon Marvels: Dogs That Dance in the Rain

As the monsoon season sweeps across the country, bringing relief from the heat, it's time to celebrate breeds that enjoy a splash or two. The Mudhol Hound, originating from Karnataka, is a monsoon marvel, with its sleek coat designed for agility and speed. Their love for running in the rain makes them one of the best dog breeds in India during this season. Similarly, the Labrador Retriever, known for its water-loving nature, embraces the rainy days with enthusiasm, making them ideal companions for Indian monsoons.

Chilly Charms: Breeds That Embrace Winter

While winters in India may not be as harsh as in other parts of the world, some regions do experience a drop in temperature. For these cooler months, breeds like the Tibetan Mastiff thrive, thanks to their thick, double coats designed to withstand cold climates. Their fluffy appearance not only adds charm but also provides insulation against the chill, making them one of the best dog breeds in India for winter. Additionally, the Siberian Husky, bred for endurance in cold climates, adapts well to mild Indian winters, enjoying outdoor adventures with their human companions.

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All-Year All-Stars: Versatile Breeds for Every Season

For those seeking a canine companion that can handle India's climate year-round, versatile breeds like the Indian Spitz fit the bill perfectly. With their fluffy coats that shed minimally, they stay comfortable in both heat and cold, earning them a spot among the best dog breeds in India. Another all-year all-star is the Golden Retriever, known for its friendly disposition and adaptability to various weather conditions. Whether it's a sunny day or a rainy afternoon, these loyal companions remain steadfast in their love for their families.

Conclusion:

In a country as diverse as India, finding the right dog breed to suit its climate can make all the difference in ensuring a happy and healthy relationship between you and your furry friend. From the sweltering summers to the monsoon rains and mild winters, there's a canine companion out there for every season. By considering factors such as coat type, endurance, and adaptability, you can find the perfect match among the best dog breeds in India, creating unforgettable memories for years to come.

Read more : - Exploring Different Dog Grooming Styles and Techniques

[agapemastiffs]

Tibetan Mastiff Puppies: Living on the Roof of the World

So, you're considering bringing a Tibetan Mastiff puppy into your life? Hold onto your metaphorical yaks, because you're not just welcoming a dog, you're adopting a future legend, a majestic floof with an ancient lineage, and a potential shed avalanche (because let's be honest, cleaning up fur is practically an Olympic sport with these guys).

The Most Adorable Yeti You'll Ever Meet

The first thing that grabs everyone about Tibetan Mastiff puppies or English Mastiff Puppies is their undeniable, almost mythical cuteness. These giant lion-dog hybrids look like living teddy bears with a hint of mountain lion thrown in for good measure. They waddle, they fluff their oversized paws, and their big, brown eyes could melt the heart of even the most hardened cynic. Just be prepared for those adorable little paws to accidentally knock over furniture in their puppy enthusiasm (think of a wrecking ball made of fluff).

But Don't Let the Cuteness Fool You...

These aren't your average lapdogs. Tibetan Mastiffs are bred for guarding livestock in the harsh Himalayan mountains, and those instincts translate into a fiercely independent spirit. Early socialization and training are crucial to ensure this adorable fluff ball grows into a well-mannered (and furniture-respecting) adult.

Guardians with Ancient Blood

These pups are bred to guard, and their territorial instincts kick in early. They'll bark with the gusto of a Tibetan foghorn at anything that moves outside the window, whether it's a rogue tumbleweed or a neighbor's overly friendly cat. While their impressive bark is enough to deter most, proper training is essential to channel their protectiveness into something positive and not overbearing.

The Great Shedding Migration

Now, we come to a truth universally acknowledged (by Tibetan Mastiff owners, at least): these pups shed. A lot. We're talking enough fur to create a small sheepdog every few weeks. If you have an aversion to fur tumbleweeds or find yourself constantly lint-rolling your clothes, this might not be the breed for you maybe consider Cane Corso Puppies Think of it as a built-in winter coat... for your furniture (and maybe yourself).

The Drool Deluge (Maybe)

Compared to some other giant breeds, Tibetan Mastiff drool is a more manageable situation. Sure, there will be slobbery toys and the occasional beard acquired through enthusiastic greetings, but it's nowhere near the Niagara Falls situation you might encounter with a Mastiff cousin. However, be prepared to invest in a good supply of drool rags, because dog park puddles are inevitable.

The High-Maintenance Floof

Taking care of a Tibetan Mastiff puppy requires dedication. These active pups need plenty of exercise – walks, playtime, and activities that challenge their minds. A bored puppy is a recipe for destructive chewing and excessive barking. Think of them as royalty with boundless energy, and you'll be on the right track.

Growing Pains (Literally and Figuratively)

Get ready for some serious growing pains. These majestic pups don't reach their full size until they're around 2-3 years old. This means puppy-proofing your house version 3.0 (because apparently, the first two times weren't enough). Coffee tables become prime targets for leaning, doorknobs become chew toys (invest in those reinforced ones!), and counter-surfing becomes an Olympic sport they're determined to master (with a success rate that would impress any athlete). Remember, an ounce of prevention (like reinforcing those counters) is worth a pound of drool-covered furniture (but keep those drool rags handy, just in case).

The Loyal Guardian (with a Side of Independence)

By now, your Tibetan Mastiff's protective instincts are in full swing. They'll be your personal security system with a built-in bark that could rival a monsoon downpour. While their impressive vocalizations are enough to deter most, continued socialization is key. Dog parks, walks in different neighborhoods, and introducing them to new people will ensure their guard dog tendencies don't morph into over-protectiveness. However, remember that independent streak? Don't be surprised if they decide to guard the house in their own unique way, which might involve ignoring your frantic calls to come inside when a squirrel appears.

The Master of Subtlety (Except When Food is Involved)

Don't be fooled by their imposing stature and impressive bark, Tibetan Mastiffs are surprisingly adept at nonverbal communication. The raised eyebrow that translates to "Treat time, human?" The dramatic sigh that clearly means "This walk isn't long enough, get your leash on!" The gentle head nudge that says, with unwavering certainty, "Move over, more couch space required." Learning their unique body language is crucial to a harmonious relationship with your Tibetan Mastiff overlord (I mean, companion).

The Mighty (Yet Majestic) Workout Buddy

Remember those energetic puppy days? Well, adult Tibetan Mastiffs still have plenty of energy to burn, but now they come in a much larger package. Invest in a good dog harness (their necks are too thick for regular collars) and get ready for some serious exercise bonding. These athletic pups will happily join you for hikes, jogs, or even a good game of fetch (just be prepared for the occasional accidental furniture toppling during enthusiastic retrieves). However, unlike some high-energy breeds, Tibetan Mastiffs also enjoy a good lounging session. Expect them to alternate between bursts of activity and majestic naps that would make any sloth envious.

The Big Lug with a Big Heart

Despite their sometimes-clumsy exterior and impressive bark, Tibetan Mastiffs are incredibly loving and affectionate dogs. They crave attention and will happily smother you in giant-sized cuddles. They're happiest when they're with their humans, so be prepared for a constant shadow (and potential furniture indentation) wherever you go in the house. Just remember, with their thick double coat, they can become personal space heaters, especially in the summer.

A Life Less Ordinary

Living with a Tibetan Mastiff is certainly not ordinary. They'll turn heads wherever they go, you'll constantly answer questions about their breed (prepare to educate the masses about these ancient guardians!), and be prepared for the occasional "OMG, is that a bear?!" (Let's just spread awareness about these magnificent mountain dogs). But through the occasional drool puddle, the enthusiastic greetings that leave you slightly windblown, and the never-ending battle against the tumbleweeds of fur, you'll gain a loyal, loving companion who will enrich your life in ways you never imagined. So, if you're looking for a unique and unforgettable canine companion with a touch of ancient mystery, consider opening your heart and home to a Tibetan Mastiff. Just remember, with great cuteness comes great… responsibility, a never-ending supply of lint rollers, and a furminator that will get a serious workout.

In Conclusion: Adorable Floofs Worth the Work?

Tibetan Mastiff puppies are a unique breed, perfect for those who can handle their independent spirit, their… well, fur production abilities, and their need for mental and physical stimulation. If you're looking for a loyal, majestic companion who will happily join you for adventures (and become your personal space heater in the winter), then a Tibetan Mastiff puppy might be your perfect match. Just remember, with great cuteness comes great responsibility (and a never-ending supply of lint rollers). So, if you're ready to embrace the world of adorable yeti-puppies with ancient blood, then welcome a Tibetan Mastiff puppy into your life or Neapolitan Mastiff Puppies – just make sure you have the energy (and the vacuum cleaner) to keep up!

A Watchful Protector: For The Progression Of The Ages

Mastiffs, gentle giants with ancient roots, come in various breeds. Loyal guardians with calm temperaments, they require ample space, training, and experienced owners due to their size and strength. Though some breeds have wrinkles, all Mastiffs offer a lifetime of devotion.

Tibetan Mastiff Puppies For Sale

[whooftown]

Dog health issues in rainy weather

The rainy season can pose health risks for our beloved dogs, requiring pet owners to be vigilant and proactive in their care. This blog post aims to shed light on the common health issues that dogs may face during the monsoon season and offers valuable tips on how to safeguard their well-being. By understanding these concerns and implementing preventative measures, pet owners can ensure that their canine companions stay safe and healthy throughout this wet and unpredictable period.

Common dog health problems in monsoon

Monsoon season is here, and so are the health issues in your beloved fur baby. Animal welfare organization Chandigarh has few suggestions for pet owners to follow and keep unwanted health problems at bay.

1. Skin infections: Pet owners should take preventive measures to protect their dogs during the monsoon season. Dry their fur after baths or walks, wiping their paws frequently and ensuring proper grooming. Regular cleaning and application of anti-fungal powder can also help prevent skin infections. Maintaining a clean and dry sleeping area, using raincoats, and keeping their paws clean and trimmed can help prevent infections.

2. Ticks and fleas: During monsoon, use tick and flea prevention medications recommended by veterinarians. Owners should also check their dogs regularly for any signs of ticks or fleas and remove them immediately. Keeping the living environment clean by washing bedding and vacuuming carpets can help reduce the presence of these parasites.

3. Respiratory troubles: During periods of damp and humid weather, dogs are at a higher risk of developing respiratory infections like kennel cough and pneumonia. These infections can be transmitted through contact with infected animals or by breathing in bacteria and viruses present in the air. It is important for pet owners to be aware of these risks and take necessary precautions to protect their dogs' health during such weather conditions.

4. Digestive Issues: Don't let dogs drink rainwater or stagnant water during the monsoon season. This can result in symptoms such as diarrhea, vomiting, loss of appetite, and dehydration. It is important to provide them with clean and fresh drinking water at all times.

Conclusion

Dogs are susceptible to a range of ailments during the monsoon season. By taking preventative measures and being vigilant, you can ensure your dogs' safety and well-being during the monsoon period. Remember, a little extra care goes a long way in keeping our beloved pets healthy and happy.

[sunnyie-eve]

6 || Bullet wound

Series: Treasure Hunt | Without a Paddle

Word count: 1.7k

PREVIOUS

"Tom... Where were you a river guide?" Dan asks tired.

"San Dimas." Tom says making me want to get up and strangle him.

"Raging Waters?" Jerry says.

"Yeah. They had some serious rapids there, man." Tom answers.

"What, class, toddler?!" I shout at him.

"Hey, I was employee of the month of the Monsoon Lagoon." I throw my head back while they all blame whose fault it is for us getting here.

"Hold on a sec, Tom. We're you really employed of the month?" Jerry asks.

"No. I lied about that, too." He tells us the truth.

"Let's just go home." Dan shouts.

"I agree. That's a great decision. All we gotta do is jump up over that 100 foot waterfall, swim upstream 20 miles, get to the sheriff on the phone... He likes us. I remember. And he'll send out a rescue boat." I grab Dan turning him to the waterfall.

"Hey, there's a beer in the river. Cool. Look at this it's cold." Tom takes it out of the water. While Dan loses his mind, I look at the wedding ring on my finger. Jerry said he still had Billy's compass so we walk south.

"Hey that sounds like Creed." Jerry says.

"I never thought I'd be happy to hear anything that sounds like Creed." Tom says and as we get to the top we see lights.

When we get closer we realize it's the two guys from the river. Dan or either Jerry kicks a van making them know someone is here. "That's a gun." I whisper as we go to hide. "Holy hell." I see the whole shed was full of weed with Tom.

"Hey. These guys are pot farmers." Tom lets Jerry and Dan know.

"What? How do you know that?" Jerry asks so we point it out.

"We should go." Jerry says.

"No shit." I whisper shout at him.

"What are you doing?" I see Tom opening a package.

"I'll write you a prescription. Let's go." Dan tells him as we tell him let's go.

"All right." He comes over making noise.

"Tom!" I growl at him.

As we get ready to leave the dogs show up then the guys. "Hey, guys, um... Listen. We don't want any trouble. Um, we just got lost in the river, you know? Hey, can we use your phone? And... And... Who cares, you know?" Dan says right before they start to shoot at us.

I hiss as I feel a bullet grazed my side as I leap to hide with the guys.

"Let's go through there." Tom points at the wall.

"Where? There's no door." Dan says and the guys look at each before throwing him through the wall.

"Pick him up faster. You giants should have no problem." I shout at them as they grab Dan.

"What do you do?" Jerry asks as Dan set something off.

"Why are there flares?" He asks as we all look us.

"Great mother of ganja." We see a field of them growing pot. The gunshots making us run again but as the field catches fire we start to crack up getting high.

"I never thought I'd die with you losers!" I laugh running.

"It's not so bad." Tom laughs.

"You guys gotta promise my you'll never tell my patients that I got stoned, because if they found out I got stoned, they'll think that I'm a stoner. The next thing you know, I won't have a license anymore. They'll take away all my instruments and my coat and my office, and I won't have... a parking space anymore." Dan cries while we laugh at him. "I lost my legs." He falls straight down.

"You gotta move your legs." We tell him helping him back up.

"They have laser scopes. They had you pinned." Jerry says as we stop to the side.

"Dudes, dudes. Seriously. Seriously. I will give you four cows for Denise's hand in marriage." Tom laughs in a Indian accent.

"Keep moving." I laugh pushing them forward. We look at Dan as he gasps and lean backs mocking the Matrix before running with us again.

We all run into a pond and panic trying to figure out how to hide. We grab a plant that looked like a huge straw so we put it in our mouth and use it like a snorkel. We listen to them yell and come up when we no longer hear them.

"It crawled straight in my stomach. I think it laid eggs in my stomach." Dan coughs as we all get out to keep moving all night.

~

"You think they're still following us?" Dan asks.

"I don't wanna stop and find out." I hiss as my hand hits where the bullet grazed me.

"I think we can slow down. I haven't heard dogs or guns for hours." Jerry says after some time.

"Yeah? You slow down... Get a stick of dynamite up your ass." Dan tells him.

"Calm down, Daniel, we're gonna be all right." Jerry says passing him up.

"No, we're not, Jerry. We could really die out here. Man, I can't believe that I would listen to you guys. Let's go take Billy's trip. Let's... let's find D.B.'s treasure. I'll get a canoe. I'll get some rope." Dan starts to lose it again.

"Is he all right?" Jerry looks at Tom and I.

"Is he having a panic attack?" Tom asks.

"I think his is." We stare at him.

"That's great. Make jokes. That's a really good idea. Is this living in the moment enough for you, Jerry? Is this the carefree life with no response that you wanted? Is this the great wilderness adventure that you were dreaming of?" Dan asks.

"How should I be, Dr. Dan? Tell me." Jerry walks up to him.

"Be scared." Dan says so Jerry said he is.

"Well, then act like it! It is very confusing to people in your life when you don't act the way that you're feeling! No wonder Denise is fed up with you." Dan says making Jerry grab him.

"Hey, hey. That was uncalled for." I step between them and Tom pulls Jerry back.

"No, you staying with an abusive ass is uncalled for. You married a man who was just like your father." He snaps making me grab him by the shirt. "You little weasel." I growl but Tom steps in making me let go of Dan's shirt.

"Take it easy." He tells him.

"You take it easy. Mr. Joe-tattoo. Mr. Motorcycle-man... Mr. Super-cool, Mr. Bullet-wound... Oh, my... Tom... You got shot." Dan says and we see Tom's arm. Dan says he'll stick it up.

"What's wrong with you?" Tom nods his head at where my hand was.

"Just a bullet grazed me." I lift my shirt to show them.

"That will need stitches too." Dan tells me as I sit down next to Tom.

"Did I see you have a lower back tat?" Tom leans closer to me whispering.

"Ugh, yes." I roll my eyes.

"Thought you weren't getting any other than the one on your wrist and ankle?" He laughs.

"Park, you got another tattoo?" Jerry asks.

"I got four more." I tell them and Jerry starts to apologize to Dan.

"Tom, I think you're buying with all that Harley money." Jerry sits with us.

"I'm sorry, I, uh... That whole thing was an exaggeration." Tom tells us.

"What, you don't make that much?" Jerry asks.

"No, I don't sell Harleys. In fact, uh... The only thing I've sold lately is some clothes and CDs. They weren't not even mine." He chuckles.

"Tom, that's not an exaggeration. That's a lie. You know you lie a lot." I laugh.

"I know." He sighs making me rub his good arm.

"What happened?" Dan asks him.

"Well, first it was blackjack. Then the cards went south. So then I started betting football and baseball. I lost everything. What'd I expect? I got no luck. It's like my old man used to say. Family curse. If we didn't have bad luck, we wouldn't have luck at all." Tom explains so Jerry and him talk about how he's not like his father.

"Well, I wouldn't say a lot smarter. Tom... you have a lot more going for you than you think you do." Dan tells him.

"That's easy for you to say Dano. You're a freaking doctor. I mean, you got a big old bank account, a ginormous house, big, think red hair." Tom tells him and Dan them says he develops a new fear like every day.

"Your turn Park." Tom and I swap places.

I turn the other way since he needed my right side then roll my shirt up and lean back a little so he could get to it. "What's the story of this baby." Tom points at the tattoo on the side of my left abdomen.

"It's a sad story." I sigh.

"We just talked about sad things." He looks at the tattoo.

"I lost a baby... Because of Rick." I sigh closing my eyes.

"Because of Rick?! How!?" Jerry shouts.

"I was scared to tell him and when he found out he was pissed. He told me to get rid of it and when I said I wanted a baby he did anything to make me lose it. He succeeded so I got a tattoo. Which pissed him off because he hates that I have tattoos. If you have tattoos you're just a tramp and dirty." I mock him.

"You're a tramp... HA!" Tom laughs.

"What's funny about that?" Dan asks.

"Our Park has a tramp stamp." Tom laughs.

"Hey, it made me more money at the strip club." I laugh.

"Where are your other tats?" Tom asks.

"Right shoulder/ collarbone, and sternum." I tell him and gives me a side smile.

"Done." Dan finishes as we hear his phone ringing. "Hey, would one of you guys grab my phone. My..." We look around then the guys take off.

"Wait guys!" I rush after them then the bear roars making them run back.

NEXT

[winter-fox-queen]

The Open Road is Full of Hope

Summary:  Marcus Pike goes on a road trip.  He meets you at Monument Valley.

This is for @autumnleaves1991-blog ‘s wonderful Writer Wednesday.  

Warnings:  Partly gender neutral, but the “you” is a woman and Marcus refers to her as such.  Just a story -- a little angst, a little introspection, a little silliness.  No smut.

He couldn’t believe how quiet it was.  He had found a place to camp overlooking Monument Valley, and the sun was setting over the Mittens...the two famous rock formations he felt like he’d seen in every western his father had made him watch as a kid.

He’d been binge watching tv a lot, since moving to DC, keeping his mind off…things.  He’d been watching Westworld, and falling in love with the scenery.  It’s been a bit, since Teresa has left him, but he wasn’t ready to do anything.  See people.  He didn’t feel like himself, but more like a broken doll thrown in a corner.

So, the idea of taking some time, renting a car, doing the Great American Road Trip started to appeal.  He’d always hoped to do it with someone — travel was always so much better when you had someone else to share it with.  But instead, he played a lot of music, let the miles pass.  Let himself just be.  Maybe he’d heal.  Maybe he’d be able to look in the mirror and understand the man he saw there, again.  It was helping.  Mostly.  

“Like something out of a movie, isn’t it?” A voice asked softly.  Marcus looked over, and saw the woman who had pulled into the campsite next to his a few hours earlier.  She had a van, and she had the back doors open, sitting on the bed.  The van back was aimed just slightly towards him, and he could see you clearly.

“It is.”  He said, and smiled back.  

You were pretty.  This was the first time he had really allowed himself to look at you.  He couldn’t think of any questions that wouldn’t be creepy...you didn’t ask a woman traveling alone where she was going or why she was here...so he said, “I’m going to start a fire soon.  If you like you are always welcome to join.”  The night was promising to become chilly.  He was already thinking about pulling on a jacket.

“I might,” you said, so he stacked the wood and tinder the way he’d been taught as a boy, and since the wood he’d bought at the camp store was good and dry, it started easy.  Soon he was sitting on the ground next to the fire, beer on the ground next to him, staring at the fire.  

You shut the doors on the back, and he thought, that’s probably for the best.  I am probably not the best company.

He heard the far side door slide open, and after a bit you came around the van with a box.  “So, I’ve never had s’mores—you have a fire, I have s’more making stuff...want to trade the use of your fire for food?”

“You’ve never had s’mores?  Ever?”  He laughed at your solemn nod.  “Next you’ll tell me you’ve never been trick or treating..”

“Nope, never.  I lived down a dark road and no one ever wanted to go near us, and my father wasn’t much into the idea of it.”  You sit next to him, the box of supplies between you, and hand him a paper plate, followed by a hot dog fork.

He raised an eye brow.  “For the marsh mellows.  They came in a two pack.”  You mutter, and he smiles.  

“Oh!  I forgot…”  You say, and introduce yourself, holding out your hand.  Marcus balances the paper plate on his knee so he can take it.  “Marcus.”

You look at him like he’s a co-conspirator.  “I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Well, if you allow me?”  He broke up the graham crackers in about the right size, put a square of chocolate on each, then put a marshmallow on a fork. You did the same, roasting a marshmallow over the fire.  

Marcus found himself studying you out of the corner of his eye.  He liked how calm you were.  Outside of being beautiful, you had something that kept making him look, really look at you.

He held up the sides of the cracker for you to slide the marshmallow between.  “Now hold it until the chocolate melts,” he says as he does the same for himself.  

“Ooh, excellent.”  You say.  “When do you think it’ll be ready?”

“About now, probably.”  The simple happiness in your eyes as you take a bite calls to something inside of him.  He feels a little lighter.

You chew.  Wince a little.  

“Well?”  He says, before taking a  bite of his own.

“I’m not sure how I feel about it. Is this how its supposed to taste?”

He nods.  It’s sweet, it’s chocolaty, and pretty perfect.  You take another experimental taste.  “Is this, like an acquired taste?  Like beer?”

Marcus finds himself laughing. “Well, if you don’t like it…”  He holds out his hand for the rest and you shake your head.

“No, no, I’ll finish it, at least I can mark it off my bucket list.”

“You have one of those?”  He busies himself making another.  

“Yes.  See Monument Valley.  Eat Smores.  Introduce myself to a handsome stranger…”  You grin at him.  

“Ah.  Are you settling for strange rather than handsome?”

You glare at him and grab some chocolate.  “You are definitely handsome.  Strange, well.  That would be all the better.  Normal is boring, and strange is awesome…unless it’s serial killer strange.  Are you a serial killer?”

“Not unless you count cockroaches.”

“Ah, that’s a relief.  But you should know I sleep with bear spray.”

“You’re safe, with or without it,” he says gently.  

“That’s because I fed you,” You say sagely.

You both let the silence settle. Marcus skips the smores making and just roasts marshmallows.  You steal them because he’s better at roasting them than you are.  

You like that he doesn’t mind, that he smiles, though the smile does not always reach his eyes.  

“What’s on your list?”

Marcus fiddles with the hot dog fork.  “I don’t have one.”  You tilt your head at him and he shrugs.  “My bucket list was always based on the person I was with.  What I thought they wanted.  I always wanted to be a good man.  A good boyfriend.  A good husband.  So I tried to find out what they wanted and make it happen.”

“And you lost yourself.”

Marcus nodded, staring at the fire as if it held all the answers.  He was letting it die down, now, it was more coals than anything else.  “I did.”

You nod.  “I’ve done that.  But here we are.  In the middle of nowhere.”

He looks up, lets his eyes adjust. “I was going to make a comment about the stars, but there’s not a one in sight.”

“Ah, well.  Maybe tomorrow.”  You talk for a little while longer.  Marcus thinks about asking for your number, but he’s not sure if he’s ready.  His heart feels like a rotten piece of fruit, bruised and pulpy.  It doesn’t feel like much of anything to offer.

You gather up your stuff.  “Goodnight, Marcus.  See you down the road.”

“Night,” he says softly, and the moment is gone.  He regrets it, as he douses the fire and takes his folding toothbrush and tooth paste to the restroom, where he gets ready for the night.  When he comes back out, the wind has picked up a bit.  He checks the firepit one more time, then crawls into his tent.  His last thought, as he falls asleep, is if you like pancakes.  There’s a nice place to eat not far away…

He wakes up to thunder, the wind rocking his tent.  He listens to the rain pelt the nylon, the wind and the rain combined are hard enough that when the wind is right, he can feel sprinkles of rain come up under the rain fly and through the webbing. He crawls deeper into the sleeping bag, grateful that, because the tent is so small he keeps most of his hear in the car, including his clothes.

Marcus contemplates going and sitting in the car, trying to sleep.  The backseat, even the passenger seat are loaded because the rental place had given him the world’s smallest car, so he wasn’t looking forward to that…

And then he heard s snap.  He got a face full of tent , and then a face full of rain water as the rain fly flew off, waving in the air like a white flag.

“Fuck!”  He fought his way around, trying to find the keys.  He knew where he’d put them, but when he found the wall pocket, it was empty.  The tent was now completely on top of him, rain pouring in.  He found the zipper and pulled it down.

“Marcus?”  Your feet, sloshing through the puddles.  

Marcus took your hand and allowed himself to be pulled from the wreckage of the tent.  He zipped it shot again, for what good it would do him.

“Take this cooler and use it to weigh down your tent.”  You’d been dragging a cooler behind her. It was heavy, with a heavy lock.  

“I gotta find my keys…do you have a light?”

“Honey, just come back to the van. We’ll find the keys when the storm is over.  We need to get you dry and warm.”

He runs after you to the van, jumps up in and shits the door as quickly as he can to keep the monsoon outside. You shed your rain coat and hang it up. Grin at him.  “What an adventure, heh?”

He takes a moment to look around the van.  It’s nice. Small, but neat.  

“Let me get you something to wear…”  You point to some bins over head.  “There’s some towels in there, could you get them out?”

You pull out a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt.  “You’re a little broad shouldered…but I like my tee shirts large, so…and these were left by a friend, they might fit.”

You turn around, start stripping. Marcus does the same, facing the windshield.  The storm was still raging, he was able to strip, dry himself, and dress again by lighting light.  The light show on the horizon was truly impressive, and he was grateful to be inside a vehicle, even if the van sometimes rocked and shifted a little in the wind.  He’s starting to shiver, despite being dried off. He was grateful he wasn’t trying to do this in the car.

“OK, it’s safe to look,” you tell him.  “Go ahead and drape your stuff over the passenger seat…it’s not real leather.  I’m going to turn up the heater, you look like you can use it.”

“Thanks for letting me in…I would have gone for the car…”

“And froze to death.”  You say.  “I’d rather you in here.  Do you need anything?  Tea?”

Marcus shakes his head.  “You’ve done enough.  You are my angel.”

“You’ll be even more grateful when you realize I have an electric blanket on my bed...yay for solar batteries!” You use a step stool to gt up onto the platform bed that dominates the back of the van.

“I…I can sleep in the driver’s seat.”

“I only have these blankets, and your blankets are soaking wet…can you be a gentleman?”

He sighs.  “Yeah.  Of course I can.  I just…”

“I’m a practical woman.” You say.  “Though, I do have a request.  You don’t have to.  But if you’d like…”  

He got up on the platform. The mattress was surprisingly comfortable.  He looks at you.  “Sure, anything.”

“If it’s a beautiful day tomorrow, and the sunrise is bright and lovely, that you don’t just leave without saying goodbye.  Kiss me. Kiss me in the sunrise before you go.” He reached out and cupped your face gently.  “I promise,” he said.  “Was that on your bucket list?”

You lean into his hand a moment. “No.”  You smile, and turn so you can lay down facing the back doors.

Marcus had looked up what time the sun was set to rise when he’d checked the weather that morning.  He set his watch to wake him up, before slipping his feet into the pre-warmed bed.

It’s a classic story, he thinks, as he allows how comfortable and peaceful he feels laying next to you to sweep him into sleep.

A man goes, finds himself in the desert, but more importantly, he finds you along the way.

[holyxvi]

Weird Headcanons

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE. Perfume wise, its usually a mix of lavender and vanilla, a concoction generally accessible to the more ‘wealthy’ inhabitants of Palamecia ( the process of making perfume in general there is hard, given that most of the world is xenophobic towards them ). Without it, Mateus just smells like sand and gravel, sweat as well given that he is quite the outdoors person.

HOW THEY SLEEP ( sleeping position, schedule, etc ). Sporadic. While Mateus has had a schedule regarding bedtime set up ever since he was sixteen, his body sure doesn’t follow it despite best efforts. He usually takes laying on his side, as laying on his back tends to bring about more pain than it should ( and if it gets too much, Mateus will smoke / take something that not only numbs the pain, but eases him into slumber much quicker ).

He lasts anywhere from two to six hours of sleep, eight on very rare good days.

WHAT MUSIC THEY ENJOY.   He’s not quite the music buff, but anything with flutes tends to attract Mateus like a fly.

HOW MUCH TIME THEY SPEND EVERY MORNING GETTING READY. It takes around one to two hours, and he spends half of that disassociating while attempting to do his makeup in the mirror while the other half is spent on grooming his hair and braiding all of those beads into place ( hardly by himself, of course, he has trusted hands to help with that ).

FAVORITE THING TO COLLECT. He has a box dedicated to any and all screws, gears, and other small metallic parts found in things like clocks along with a variety of tools. It’s Mateus’ little hobby box, he wants to create his own little mechanical-powered things eventually.

LEFT OR RIGHT HANDED:  Dominant in his right hand ( or is it his left? Human perspective is weird ).

FAVORITE SPORT(S).  Sand surfing!

FAVORITE TOURISTY THING TO DO WHEN TRAVELING. Mateus would rather keep to himself than act like the average tourist, he’s more-so a people watcher and will ask questions if he feels it’s needed.

FAVORITE KIND OF WEATHER.  His body is built for living within Palamecia’s harsh climate, so Mateus favors the heat over all else, however he also tends to love rain as well ( although his opinion of it doesn’t quite stay the same when his country is suddenly hit with monsoons.... ).

WEIRD/OBSCURE FEAR THEY HAVE.  Hard to say as a majority of his fears are quite common ones, but I guess one that could count as obscure is the idea of people seeing Mateus while he suffers the excruciating process of skin shed ( think dandruff ). Due to the oils in his skin that prevent sunburn or tanning, it frequently regenerates, therefore making the skin look pink and agitated ---- and given that all full-blood Pamaecians are pale, it sticks out on Mateus like a sore thumb. He isn’t too keen on the idea of having to explain it to anyone if they saw it, hence why he hides away until it clears.

THE CARNIVAL/ARCADE GAME THEY ALWAYS WIN WITHOUT FAIL. If the game is challenging enough to get his brain cranking and allow him time to study how it works, Mateus would likely win them without fail. He’s very observant, cheating while playing a game with him is a very bad idea.

tagged by: @xkuja​

tagging: Anyone can take this, even your dog.

[mypetshopblog-blog]

EVERYDAY MONSOON PROBLEMS OF PETS

EVERYDAY MONSOON PROBLEMS OF PETS

Rainy season brings a lot of fun, greenery and cool climate with it for us & our pets.  However, it also invites a lot of health disorders as well. Dealing with illnesses associated with rainy season is not very difficult. You should be aware of certain quick remedies if your pet falls ill due to the rainy season. Hence, as pet owners, this is the best time to put ‘prevention is better than cure’ into action.

There are diseases which are preventable and can be dealt with at home with vet’s guidance, while some will require proper medical attention, otherwise, diseases can turn fatal and create a lot of issues for you & your dear pet. According to vets, ticks and fleas are the most common problems that most pets face during monsoon which haunts most pet owners. The best way to prevent tick infestation is to avoid taking your dog for a walk on grass and also keep their sleeping area free of mosquitoes, fleas, ticks and bugs. You must remember to use anti-tick preparations such as dog collars, shampoos, lotions or powders to protect your pet from ticks and fleas.

Pets are prone to get tick fever during the rains and in some cases could even lead to kidney failure. Almost one in three dogs suffer from tick fever in the city. Besides, they can also get jaundice if they drink the wrong kind of water. Rainy season is usually the breeding ground for water-borne diseases and other intestinal and stomach infections. Vets advise keeping dogs as dry as possible and keep them from eating grass.

It is very hard to keep a check on your pet, as he is dirty the next minute you give him a bath. Using too much water can result in skin infections in your hairy pet. Thus, the best option would be to use a dry shampoo and clean him thoroughly. These shampoos do not require the use of water and can be used to get rid of dirt and grime from the coat. A hairdryer can be used to dry the damp hair and then trendy monsoon raincoat can protect them from getting wet again. Coolers are not advisable as they further increase the humidity and stress due to heavy rainfall.

Dogs do not sweat much through their skin which makes them susceptible to fungal and yeast infections and may result in a lot of discomfort resembling an itchy rash or lump around the eyes, ears or muzzle or dominating the pads of their feet and having a need to scratch. Scratching makes skin diseases become more severe. Sometimes the infections may even cause death so it is important to keep the fur dry. This can be prevented by cleaning the skin with a clean dry towel and dabbing anti-fungal powders or ointments for localized infection.

Humidity during the rainy season causes the spread of leptospira among pets that can further be passed on to human beings and cause serious problems. Pets contract these infections through rats so it is necessary to control the spread of such diseases among domestic animals to prevent its outbreak among human beings. Also, pets are very susceptible to worms in this rainy season so deworming is absolutely necessary for them.

Storm phobia has been proven to be real, with many pets experiencing this. A pet can go from tame and placid to agitated, nervous and overly clingy in a matter of minutes once a storm has started. You can see symptoms like painful static shocks in the build-up to a thunderstorm, cause a large amount of stress and fright, may experience joint pain or stiffness due to a change in barometric pressure, etc.

A pet’s claws are prone to get very dirty and nails must be trimmed regularly so as to avoid yeast infections or skin infections. One might judge if their pet is really uncomfortable if they keep on licking themselves, or are scratching their paws against their heads a lot which is an indication of ticks being present in their body.

These pet care tips are vital for any pet caretakers and must be taken to account thoroughly so as to provide for a healthy, suitable environment for their pets which was promised to them in the very first place in this dirty, vulnerable weather of monsoon rains.

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Cold and flu in children

The monsoon and the changing weather heralds the onset of cough, cold symptoms in many children. If you have nasal congestion, a running nose, or you’re sneezing and coughing, your first thought maybe that you have a cold. These are also signs of allergies. A cold also called “the common cold” is caused by a virus (infections). Many different types of infections are competent for colds. The signs and symptoms may vary; colds generally share some of the same essential components.

Here are some key characteristics of the common cold:

Common Cold has transmitted through virus droplets that a sick person sheds when he coughs or sneezes.

A sore throat along with a running, stuffy nose.

More severe cold can also cause headache, fever and body aches.

Restoration from a cold is usually fast. The normal duration of a cold is 7 to 10 days.

If symptoms last more than a week or two, the virus may have contributed to a more severe virus, such as a sinus infection, pneumonia, or bronchitis.

People with allergies may be more prone to catching a cold.

Flu is a form of cold caused by the flu virus. The flu season generally starts around these months peaking in the winter months. Common symptoms include fever, headache, body pain, cough, cold, tummy upset etc. Flu is a common winter illness for a healthy adult, but for children at risk, it can become severe such as progressing to pneumonia with breathing difficulty, excessive vomiting leading to inadequate oral intake, dehydration and multi-organ involvement. Ex preterm babies are predisposed to severe chest infections for whom early testing and treatment is mandatory.

Specific ways to limit flu in the community are

The flu vaccine, especially to be administered to vulnerable people like small children, elderly, children with asthma, blood, kidney or heart problems in whom flu can become very severe

Contain spread from one person to another by using a face mask, using disposable tissues for secretions, hand sanitizers, not going to a public area like school, office during illness.

Taking adequate rest and plenty of fluids to recover fast along with antivirals prescribed by the doctor.

A child when suspected of flu undergoes specific tests to confirm the virus by doing a nasal swab and started on antivirals. The contacts of the child can be given vaccine within three days of exposure to prevent from developing the disease or given prophylactic antivirals for five days.

Allergies happen when your immune system has a conflicting reaction to some substances. When your body is exposed to an allergy trigger (allergen), your immune system discharges chemicals called histamines. This release of histamines is what causes allergy symptoms. Some of the common symptoms of allergies and colds are sneezing, sore throat, coughing, running nose, nasal congestion, watery eyes. Differentiating cold and allergies is essential as treatment differ, Colds are more likely to cause fatigue, aches and pains, sore throat a fever whereas Allergies are more likely to cause wheezing, itchy eyes, skin rashes, such as hives or eczema. The ‘allergic salute’ in children due to an itchy nose, which they usually rub with an upward hand movement that looks like a salute.

Common allergy triggers can include:

Mould

Animal dander or saliva, such as from a cat or dog

Dust mites

Foods including tree nuts, peanuts, milk, and eggs

Seasonal allergens such as a tree, grass, and weed pollen

If your child has a frequent cough, cold especially in the cold season or cough/breathing difficulty after certain food substances, the primary cause is an allergy of your airways called hyperactive airway disease.

Some general measures to reduce allergies are

To keep your house dust and clutter-free, cleaning should be done when the child is not there, wet mopping to reduce dust particles, cleaning the window panes weekly, a periodic dusting of the carpet, curtains, woollen garments in the sun

No indoor smoke as in cigarette smoking or kitchen smoke, which should be controlled by having good exhaust/ chimney in the kitchen.

Pest control, as cockroach eggs, is known to be allergic.

Avoid exposure to cold air, construction dust etc.

Avoid foods like fried items, sweets, cold drinks or any particular food your child is allergic to.

Moderate exercise, yoga- pranayama (breathing exercises), and eating healthy food like fruits and vegetables reduce allergies and keep you fit in the long run.

If frequent allergies meet your doctor for anti-allergic medications.

There are various medications available to treat allergy based on severity and frequency of symptoms. Seasonal allergies are treated with medications only during a particular period. Medications include anti-allergy pills in the bedtime to nasal sprays for cold. Allergic wheezing is found commonly in Bangalore due to the cold weather, pollution and pollen. All childhood wheezing kids don't become asthmatics when they grow up, a majority of children with wheezing outgrow the ailment after six years. The mainstay of treatment for allergic wheezing kids is using inhaled steroids with a device called spacer. There are myths regarding its side effects and addiction. The dose of the medications used is minimal and goes into the lungs with no side effects on the rest of the body.

Pneumonia is the infection of lungs, commonly caused by bacteria and viruses. Less common types of pneumonia can be caused by fungi, chemical consumption like kerosene, paint thinner etc. It’s a severe illness which is presented by high fever, fast breathing, poor appetite, vomiting and lethargy. The infection is more severe in young children who can have complications like cessation of breathing, fits and blood infection. Some of the pneumonia-causing germs can be prevented by vaccines like the pneumococcal vaccine, which should be given to children less than two years old and in older children who are predisposed to infections.

Some of the other infections which can present as cough, cold and fever are ear infections and sinus infections. Ear infections present with ear pain or irritability and constant crying in a small child and should be suspected when such symptoms are associated with fever. Ear infections are more severe and frequent in young children <2 years, non-breast fed babies, bottle-fed babies. Sinusitis is suspected in an older child with fever and persistent cough and nasal discharge. Sinuses are air-filled spaces in the facial bones which drain into the nose, these infections are treated with prolonged antibiotics and may need a consultation with ENT specialist.

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Day 194: Saturday July 13, 2019 - “Watering The Garden”

Its been 12 full days since Audrie and I were together, but somehow managed to land back in Tucson this morning from different corners, within minutes of each other.  Nice thing is that it was also early in the day, giving us a full Saturday back at home to reset together.  It started with a nice back rub for her, who Ive missed terribly - my best friend and my anchor.  Then we poured drinks and got busy on the most important task - nope, not unpacking bags or picking up the dog - watering the garden!!  Itd been a few days in this Tucson heat - but its pretty resilient and my shade structure does the trick.  Even still had some fruit to pick!   Throughout the day, we’d work to help get life put together from this really long and difficult lonely stretch, and got the dog too, and got the laundry done - all those tasks...  we sat out in the afternoon and enjoyed the monsoon blowing in, and then for dinner enjoyed some really really awesome BLT sandwiches with great tomatoes out of our garden.  Wild that we’ve still gotten this far along in the summer and not bought any tomatoes!  AC seemed to think it was the best meal that shes had all year - even on that gluten free bread....but I really think it was just because shed missed my company that much.  It was good to be back in each others arms and resetting ourselves.

Song: Eric Church  - Like A Wrecking Ball

Quote: “Treat your relationship as if you are growing the most beautiful sacred flower. Keep watering it, tend to the roots, and always make sure the petals are full of color and are never curling. Once you neglect your plant, it will die, as will your relationship.”  ― Suzy Kassem

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How to Cope With Seasonal Changes Impacting Your Pet’s Health

Pet owners typically do everything needful to keep their animal companions in top shape. However, it is not just enough to get your cats or dogs vaccinated or offer them adequate food. You also need to think about the impact of seasonal changes on their health. Unlike humans, they cannot communicate about seasonal change-related hassles in languages. You will have to be watchful and check out for the impact of weather changes on the pet’s health. Seasonal changes can affect almost all types of pets, including birds, cats, dogs and other mammals.

Understanding the impact of weather change on your pets

Changes in the climate can affect your beloved pet in several ways, and there are several variables at work here. A lot depends on the overall climate of the region you live in and the type and health of the pet you have. In fact, these 2 factors have to be taken into account when you buy a puppy or kitten. Long-haired pets cope poorly with hot and humid weather, while short-haired ones do better. The reverse is true for those living in cold climate regions.

How do the changes in weather leave an impact on your pets?

a. Change in appetite- In the months of winter and autumn, you may find your pets getting hungrier than usual. Not to worry, as they do it from a genetic instinct. They feel like storing more fat in the body for the cold months ahead.

b. Mood swings- The winter months may seem dull and depressing for you. The same is true for your cats and dogs. Animals, too, show signs of depression. They may get lethargic or show aggression from time to time. So, pets may also shed more fur than usual in these months.

c. Change in fur- As the colder months of winter come nearer, your Furry pets grow thicker coats, and it is quite natural. However, they may also develop dandruff and itching.

d. Skin ailments- On hot and humid days, and also in monsoon times, furry pets may get affected by skin infections. These may be caused by ticks and other insects. You may find your dog or pet puppy scratching its body much more than usual.

How to help your pets cope with seasonal changes better?

While you cannot stop the impact of seasonal changes on your avian or canine companions, you can surely adopt some measures to help them sail through those times.

Using apt skincare products- To help your cat and dog cope with skin infections and itchiness that grows in monsoon and humid summer months, buy suitable soap and skin lotions. Talk to your vet regarding the most suitable product for the breed you have.

2. Using supplements- Nowadays, you can get pet-specific supplements made by various brands. You can also find hemp-based natural supplements aimed at cats and dog breeds. Of course, you should talk with a vet before buying such supplements for your pet. These supplements help the pets feel more energetic and enable them to cope with joint pain issues during cold days of winter.

3. Reduce exposure to weather elements- During the summer and winter months, ensure your beloved pets are not exposed to harsh weather elements for a long time. Do not keep your dog out in the scorching sun. If you keep your cat or dog on a balcony, ensure the area does not get wet during the monsoon months or lashed by chilling winds during the wintertime.

4. Grooming- Grooming your furry pets will help them cope with seasonal changes better. If you have a Persian coat or a furry dog breed like a golden retriever, ensure their fur is brushed and trimmed at regular intervals. This will reduce the risk of dirt and dust gathering on skin and fur. They will look great when you do the required grooming, for sure. Giving your long-haired dog baths during the summer days will help the animal stay cool as well.

5. Sunlight- On cold and depressing winter days, you may find the dog or cat sulking in the corner of the room. To make them playful and energetic, let sunlight seep into the room. If the rooms do not get natural light by default, consider taking the pets to the balcony or terrace for some time, every day. You may also put the pet’s bed close to a big window to make him/her cheerful.

6. Indoor games- If you cannot take the dog outside for walks owing to incessant rain or snowfall, try to engage the animal by playing inside the house. You can use balls or artificial rubber bones. There are so many pet toys you can use as well. This will give your dog the workout he/she needs.

Before you buy a dog online or bring home any pet, consider the weather condition in your region. This will help in picking the apt breed for your needs and condition.

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Monsoon Diaries of A Furry: How To Take Care, What To Wear, & What To Eat?

The monsoon season brings rains with it in full swing and it becomes crucial as a pet parent to ensure that your fur baby is protected and safe from the tip tip barsa pawni! While the rain does offer the much-craved respite from the harsh summers, we cannot deny that this season also brings added health troubles such as itchiness, water-borne diseases, and pests. But furry not! We mean ‘worry not’ as we have you covered.

How To Take Care of Pets During Monsoons?

Keep an eye on the coat and ears: Since monsoon season inspires several insects to come out & frolic, hence, it is important to keep checking the fur baby’s coat and ears for any signs. All you have to do is run your fingers through their coat and check the inner sides of the ears gently. Other places that you can check are the abdomen and the neck areas. Make sure you also examine any bumps that you come across.

Dry does the trick: It is okay to take long walks in the rain with your fur baby but when you come back, you give them a nice rub with anti-fungal dry shampoo. Make sure that their fur is nice and dry. Get a warm and clean towel and dry the coat with it. You can even use a blow-dry to dry out the fur and coat completely.

Make a safe space: Furries can feel overwhelmed when thunder strikes. Help your pet feel better by creating a safe space for them where they can snuggle and rest. You can decorate their bed with their favourite toys and comfort them with a treat or two when it starts to rain cats and dogs.

Check out the extensive range of dog treats and cat treats to reward them when they feel sad or low here.

Rains mean deworming: Since worm-related ailments and respiratory infections are on a high during the rainy season, make sure that you deworm your fur baby right on time. Also, check that you are up to date with the immunization schedule before the onset of the rains.

What to Eat?

Introduce a Fibre-Rich Diet: Sometimes, the rains can slow down or reduce furry strolls to a bare minimum. This lack of exercise is one of the major reasons for irritable bowel. Here, the inclusion of fruits and fibres in your furry’s diet can help. Fibres and fruits help in ensuring their poop cycle remains regulated. Healthy options include sweet potatoes, green beans and pumpkin.

Ward Off Infections: The right diet has a lot to contribute when it comes to warding off infections in the monsoon season. Apart from including fibrous food in your fur baby’s diet, make sure that you give them plenty of indoor exercise so that their weight remains healthy.

Build Up That Immunity: The monsoons call upon eating a wholesome and balanced diet that includes Vitamin C, E and Omega 3 fatty acids. They not just help in building immunity but aid the skin in enhancing its barrier role. Omega 3 fatty acids also contribute to the reduction of shedding and catching skin infections that are on the rise during monsoons.

Avoid Raw Meat: We agree that protein is important for the furries to stay active and happy but do NOT feed them raw chicken or meat during the rainy season as it is difficult to digest & hence, puts a lot of stress on the intestines. If you want to give your fur baby a diet rich in protein, you can select a dog food that has adequate protein content.

What to Wear?

Raincoat: As pet parents, we can ensure our furry’s safety during the strolls with a comfortable and chic raincoat. With a raincoat, you can also avoid mud and dirt accumulation on the coat. It keeps the fur protected against fungal infections as well.

Harness: Make sure that you invest in a strong and sturdy harness to walk your fur baby during the rainy season. This is one of the most important dog accessories. It helps in making sure that they do not pull and toggle on a slippery road. A proper harness also helps in walking without putting strain on your pooch’s throat.

Reflectors: Since the rains make the surroundings dim, it is better to opt for a harness and leash that has reflectors, even dog collars. This helps in increased safety and does not make you or your pooch invisible to the drivers on the road.

Hi-Quality Microfiber Towels: Use a good-quality microfibre towel to dry out your furry coat once you are back from the walk. Keeping the fur baby’s skin and coat dry is essential as it helps in warding off skin infections. It also helps in relieving the skin of any dampness.

Tick & Flea Repellents: A tick and flea repellent spray will come in handy during the rainy season. You can spray it on your pooch before taking them out for a stroll. It also discourages the pests from jumping onto your pooch’s coat.

Shop for dog clothes online, customized dog accessories, and even dog collars with name only at Zigly.com (the one-stop online pet shop) or drop in at one of our Experience Centers.

These were a few important tips and tricks that you can follow to make the monsoon season more comfortable for your fur baby.

For further information, please feel free to reach out to our experts who are just a woof away!

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Hermione sprinted through the rain, a binder propped overhead only barely stopping the rain from soaking her jacket, shoes and hair.  A sigh escaping her lips as she sprinted inside a library, shaking out like a dog and leaving a small puddle at her feet in the entry way.  “I would not go out there.” She called out to the other with a light laugh escaping her lips as she shed her jacket and placing it on a coat rack.  “it’s coming down like a monsoon.”

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The monsoon season brings to each of us respite from the heat. Monsoon is the season of colorful umbrellas, and it is associated with a happy-go-lucky feeling. Lucky ones like most of us have a roof over our head. However, India has millions of stray dogs who just have no choice but to get drenched in the rain, thus often falling sick, catching infectious diseases like tick fever. Also, it becomes difficult for people to go out and feed these dogs in the monsoon season. It must be pondered upon as to how we can be of help to these innocent fluffy creatures. Here are a few simple ways to make monsoon easier for stray dogs:

1.      Provide temporary roof around your house

Build a temporary shed next to your home, where stray dogs can find a safe haven when it’s raining. Constantly getting wet in the rain can cause the dogs to develop fever or even catch ticks. Providing a space to stray dogs where they can stay dry can help a lot.

2.      Build temporary dog shelters in your society parks.

If there is no space around your home, you can try getting together with your neighbours and building a shelter in your society park. This little step will go a long way in helping stray dogs during monsoon!

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