#I knew Daisy would be a dog but not a PUG PUPPY

[peri-requiem]

Caught up with season 2 of Spy x Family last night and why is no one talking about HER? The moment she appeared on screen I started crying (maybe because it was almost 4 AM)

[justanalto]

71. “I want a pet.”

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Fitz had seen a lot of impossible situations in his life.

He'd seen his best friend plummet to what he thought would be her death, he'd seen men emerge from an alien temple possessed by who-the-devil-knew-what. People had died and come back to life right under his nose. Machines had become sentient and had somehow managed to construct an alternate universe (not to mention trapping him in it). He'd even travelled to the future and witnessed a world where blue aliens ruled with an iron fist and lemons were how you expressed affection. One would think that he would've been able to handle any situation the world threw at him by now.

Then again, the world did seem to have a knack for knocking him on his arse when he least expected it.

"Oh, look at this one, Fitz! It's got the fluffiest tail!"

"Daddy, it licked my hand! Can we have him?"

"Lily, we've told you, you're not to get one that's larger than your father's drones," Fitz tore his gaze away from where he'd been longingly gazing at the more...exotic pets and over to where the domestic ones where. At the sight of his wife and five-year-old daughter fawning over the stool-sized puppies in the cages, the corners of his lips threatened to turn up at the edges and split into a full smile.

He remembered back in the Academy days -- hell, even during their early days on the Bus -- when he'd dream about this sort of life; the kind where he, Jemma and some unnamed child (he'd always hoped for a girl. Not that he'd ever told her this) would be out on the town, shopping for something impossible or other. The dream had always been curbed before it got too far: it wasn't proper to daydream about a woman you surely wouldn't be able to have.

What a naive fool he'd been. Ten years (and at least five handfuls of life-threatening situations later), not only had he gotten the girl, but he'd also gotten the daughter. The thing, though, was that in his dreams, their little imaginary family always adopted a monkey. Perhaps a little capuchin, or a pygmy marmoset -- their SHIELD salaries had set them up quite well, after all -- but never, not even in his wildest dreams, had he expected this to happen.

Lily Margaret FitzSimmons (Jemma had absolutely insisted on naming their daughter in some way after the famed founder) was currently seated criss-cross on the floor of a playpen, her magenta-colored woolen jumper absorbing glob after glob of dog drool as she played with a small pug.

She hadn't even looked at the monkeys when she'd walked in, making a straight beeline for the puppies. Jemma'd had to reign in her laughter for a solid five minutes at the look of shock and disappointment on her husband's face.

Personally, Fitz didn't quite understand why she was so fond of pugs. Labs he could understand. Great Danes and Greyhounds were useful racing dogs. Even corgis provided their own form of entertainment, if only when they shook their butts. All pugs did were walk around like someone had permanently offended all of their kin. God, he hoped Lily wouldn't decide on a pug. He still couldn't believe they weren't adopting a monkey.

"You know, when she said to us, 'I want a pet', I was thinking we could start small," he murmured to Jemma, who was filming the whole spectacle on her phone. "Goldfish, maybe. Or a hermit crab. Maybe we could've even got her sea monkeys --"

"They can hardly be called monkeys, Fitz, you of all people should know --"

"That they're just brine shrimp, yes, Jemma, I know." Both of them watched as the pug nearly bowled Lily over in its excitement. "But just for a puppy? Seems like a large leap. And a pug, too."

"I know." Jemma's nose crinkled in slight disgust. "I'm really hoping she picks the Coton. Daisy wouldn't stop harping about how she and Robbie have got that stupid Peekapoo. What kind of sane couple names their dog Coulson?"

"Apparently, you thought it was a great idea at the time. And that's rich, coming from the woman who chose her daughter's middle name to be for the founding woman of SHIELD." To be fair, Coulson had been over the moon upon finding out about Daisy and Robbie's canine christening -- so much, in fact, that the FitzSimmons family liked to play a game with their dog furniture to determine if the Reyes-Johnsons had bought it or Coulson had.

"I suppose it is," Jemma answered with a small smile. "But making her middle name Barbara was a little too old-fashioned for me." A series of excited yips caught their attention. Lily had been knocked back fully by the pug and was now being licked from head to toe, all while shrieking happily. Both parents exchanged a look of dread.

"We're getting this pug, aren't we?"

One interview, three stamps and a load of paperwork that would've even made May flinch later, the excitable pug was penned, the adoption certificate signed, and the family in the car ride home. Lily was chowing down on a strawberry shortcake pop Jemma had gotten her from the ice cream truck close by, while Fitz seemed to be devouring a Klondike bar and a rocket popsicle simultaneously.

"I gots a pet!" Lily's ice cream would've been fed to the car seats had it not been for the sheer forces of friction (Fitz made a note to say his prayers to Guillaume Amontons later that friction had kept the bar on the stick). "I gots a puppo!" She peered over at the cage once more, buckled in haphazardly in the seat across from her. "And puppo loves me!"

This was what Fitz was going to have to endure for the next thirteen years? Was there a way he could have May run over him in a Quinjet and make it look like an accident? Bobbi and Hunter had been experts at covering their tracks. Surely they knew how to get themselves lost if they needed to. "He looks like he loves you a lot, sunshine." The pug chose that exact moment to yip and jump around in its cage, rattling it enough that Jemma seriously considered pulling over and moving it to the trunk.

"Now that we've got him, have you thought about a name, Lily?" Her mother's question silenced Lily for a few minutes, and Fitz mentally thanked whoever was up there for the blessed lack of sound. "Remember, a name is very important. It'll stick with him for the rest of his life."

"Hmmmm...."

Fitz's thoughts went out to Piper, Elena, Phil, May and Daisy the pet rocks. May they rest in peace, wherever they'd gone. Maybe he and Jemma had made the right decision capitulating towards Lily's demand. After all, a dog was significantly harder to lose in your life than a pet rock, no matter how many times you brought one to school.

(Not that Lily was bringing a dog to school. A pug, no less.)

"Can I name him after you, mum?"

At that, Jemma almost did pull over; as it was, she nearly ran a red light in shock. "After me?" she asked once the traffic hubbub had settled down. "Why would you want to name him after me? You've got a boy pug there, silly!"

"But boys can have girl's names, too," Fitz chuckled. At least now he knew what Elena was teaching his daughter when she came over to babysit. "Aunt Elena said so. She said so for forever until Uncle Mack bribed her with food."

"Your Aunt Elena is right," Jemma answered slowly, not wanting to mince her words. "But I do think that naming him after me would also be a bit confusing, no?" Lily took her time with that, hemming and hawing over the decision. "What if you call 'Jemma!' and two of us come running? That would be funny!"

"But I call you mum."

"You might not so much when you're older," Fitz jumped in, and out of the corner of his eye he could see Jemma silently sigh with relief. "What about if you named him after your uncle Robbie? Or, uh, that cartoon you love so much? Bumble? Looks the bumbling type to me, even though he's not a bee."

"How about Uncle Mack?" Lily handed her father the empty ice cream stick, and Fitz threw into their trash can up front. "I didn't name anything after him!"

"Alphonso?" Jemma murmured under her breath. Fitz had to shoot her a look to keep from laughing out loud. "Of course you can name him after your uncle, sweetheart," she called back instead. "In fact, why don't we give him a call? I'm sure he'd be delighted to hear about the fact that we're naming their first dog after him."

Mack was, in fact, delighted to hear about the namesake, and spent the rest of the car ride home crowing to Jemma, Fitz, and Elena about how he was the second member of the team to have something named after him. Elena spent twenty minutes after that muttering darkly over the phone to Jemma about how they'd better name a second pet after her, or "Turtleman will be insufferable, and I'll make sure he brings it up to you at every weekly reunion dinner."

But judging by the way the Mack the pug had vanished as soon as Lily had let him out, Fitz had a feeling Jemma wouldn't agree to any somewhat large pets anytime soon.

[typewritersandtentacles]

KINGSMAN THOUGHTS/RANT *SPOILERS*

Beneath the cut are all my thoughts and rants. I’ll start with what I like and then go to what I didn’t. Spoilers ahead.

First off--OMIGOD. Like this was amazing. So fucking amazing. I can’t even process everything right now. That’s mostly why I’m writing this, so I can just word vomit my thoughts.

The fight scenes were absolutely stunning. They weren’t The Church Scene, but they were still really great and I fully enjoyed them.

The soundtrack was PERFECTION. ABSOLUTE PERFECTION.

Elton John IS FABULOUS. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. GOD BLESS ELTON JOHN.

WE SEE MERLIN CRY OMIGOD. Just, the character development we saw in Merlin was amazing and I have so many questions.

Eggsy was fucking adorable and I can’t with him.

HARRY HAD AMNESIA. OMIGOD. IT WAS LIKE FUCKING FIC. HE WAS PRECIOUS ANGEL BABY AND MUST BE PROTECTED AT ALL COST. HARRY’S BACK STORY OMIGOD. I CAN’T EVEN. I will write a fic about this because it’s just a fucking GOLDMINE.

Harry not having depth perception is just amazing, thank you.

Harry and Eggsy moments. And all the times Eggsy was fucking sad over Harry. And just... THERE WAS SO MUCH GAY BETWEEN THEM. FUCK. I SHIP IT HARDER NOW.

PUPPIES!

ALL THE PUPPIES!

EGGSY AND ROXY BEING BROS.

HARRY! MY SWEET ANGEL! He’s totes gay. Too many hints were dropped. That man NEEDS A BOYFRIEND.

I loved Poppy. She was great. A+++ villaining.

Fuck the president. Definitely supposed to be Trump.

Ugh, this movie did a hurting on me.

There were so many good things. Like the development between Harry and Eggsy was great, and I loved seeing them grow. BUT.

Despite this, it had some SERIOUS ISSUES.

First--immediately throwing us into the plot was jarring. I wish they would have gone a slightly different route? I get that they were trying to “Bond” it up, but it wasn’t done right. Still, epic fight scene and I love seeing Eggsy use his car skills.

Second--WTF. I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF ROXY IS DEAD I WILL BRING HELL DOWN UPON VAUGHN. LIKE WTF. OUR ONE STRONG FEMALE AND HE KILLS HER??? FUCK YOU!

Third--All the plot holes. Where’s Eggsy’s mom? Daisy/sister? Ryan? Like we see his mum at the end, but where was she? WHAT HAPPENED AFTER V-DAY? WITH DEAN? I need some fucking closure. Is Ryan dead? The only friend from the first movie is Jamal (p.s. Jamal is gay with Liam. Fight me on it.)

Fourth--They killed JB. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you Vaughn. I almost walked out of the damn theater at that. UNNECESSARY YOU MONSTER.

Fifth-- Speaking of dogs, WHAT HAPPENED TO THE OTHER DOGGOS? Like Eggsy gets a dog for Harry and then it vanishes? Tilde gets a new pug and it’s in like two scenes and then gone? WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM?

Sixth--The Statesmen. I wish there’d been more. Tequila was in what? In it for 10 minutes? They kept boasting him, but then he’s barely in it. We get glimpses of Ginger, but she’s barely fleshed out.

Which leads me to Whiskey. THAT WAS WEAK. SO FUCKING WEAK. Like wtf. Unnecessary twist. Unless they wanted to lay the foundation for his backstory sooner, it was bogus. Throwing in that scene with Ginger was fucking pointless and a total pos move by Vaughn, using a dead woman to propel the male agenda.

AND MERLIN. HOLY SHIT. Like, what happened to Hamish? His name is never revealed. Was that all BS? The photos of him in the green screen socks? WHAT WAS THAT? HOW CAN HE BE DEAD? I was in tears. I call bullshit. I HATE VAUGHN SO MUCH.

There were definitely a lot of plot holes in this, more so than the last movie. I feel like this plot was more chopped together and it kind of annoys me.

And I know I’m going to catch heat for this, but the Tilde/Eggsy relationship just didn’t fly by me. And it isn’t because I’m a Hartwin shipper. That aside, like they just didn’t work. They didn’t have enough to go off of in the first movie. And then in this one it felt too forced. Like basically Eggsy just transplanted her into his life, even though he’s still mourning. And it’s WEIRD. Like she’s a princess, but she’s slumming it? After being kidnapped, there’s no way she’d be allowed to do that without an army of security.

And I’m sorry, but the way she reacted to the honey pot mission annoyed me. I get it, it be hard and blah blah blah. But SHE KNEW WHO SHE WAS WITH. SHE KNEW THE POSSIBILITIES. AND ITS FOR THE FUCKING WORLD. Then she tries to manipulate a marriage proposal out of him.

I honestly think she’s just a ploy to move the story for Eggsy. I think she’ll be killed off in the next movie to give Eggsy a reason to rejoin Kingsman or some BS and I think it’s fucking stupid. Leave Eggsy single. He’s supposed to be the Bond character, remember? Have sleep with the girl and then move on.

I totally cool with anyone that ships it, but it’s just not a relationship I can get behind. If I had to pair Eggsy with a girl, I would have preferred Roxy. They had chemistry.

As for the movie in a whole? I really enjoyed it, but it falls weak compared to the first. I would have been happy with just having the first.

I refuse to accept both Roxy and Merlin’s death. And Percival’s. I will most likely disregard most of the movie for my fic. So don’t be surprised if I pretend shit didn’t happen. I also really don’t like what they did with Whiskey so yeah, I’m not writing him like that.

And I won’t be doing any Tilde/Eggsy. EVER. It’s not my jam.

All in all, it was another fun ride and I’m happy to see Harry back.

BUT FUCK YOU VAUGHN.

[creativedogtrainingonline]

Modification My Puggles for Another Dog? Not On Your Life!

Over the years, I’ve had a couple of various breeds of pet dogs, and I’ve enjoyed them all. When I was a kid, for example, my folks had four poodles Kippy, Piere, Beau and Squiggy (yes, named after the program (Lavern and Shirley), and as intense as it looked to strangers, it was nothing however a bunch of big cuddly toys to me and my sister. Then, as I struck my teens and the four poodles passed on, my mother brought home a box. Out popped this bull frog eye, snorting, wrinkled black animal. Was a canine or a pig?At the time, our home had a circle hallway and all I can keep in mind is this animal jumping out of package and running into our restroom, getting the toilet paper from the roller and running excitedly around the corridors in circles. Needless to state, the animal cooled down and I had the ability to take another appearance at her. Yes, it was a lady, a dog, and a Pug. My mommy couldn’t resist her from the pet store in the regional mall therefore she brought her home. Her name was Katie and she became the baby of the household, literally! We couldn’t call her a dog, she needed to be called Katie or child and we even had to take turns, my sibling and I, holding her bone for her while she chewed for hours on it. Unfortunately, Katie aged and passed on, but her spirit resides on permanently in our households homes. It was so bad, that my mama needed to vacate the home that we resided in, since she couldn’t bear the memories of Katie and her preferred tree. My mommy now has 3 pet dogs, which include 2 pugs and a shit-zuh. Now that I’m older, married, and have four kids and my own home, I have four pet dogs too, like when I was growing up. As much as I might have had one that resembled the canines I knew in my youth, I wanted something different, something uncommon -so I got myself a puggle.For anybody who’s never seen a puggle, it’s a fantastic cross between a beagle and a pug, which in my mind has actually got to be among the greatest blends ever -congratulations to the breeder who came up with that concept! For a much better idea, next time you remain in Toys ‘r’ United States or any similar toyshop, take a look at the Pound Puppies, and you’ll see exactly what I suggest. Yet it’s not just the appearance of these charming pet dogs that I love so much.Any canine I have actually ever had actually has actually always been affectionate- they’re not called male’s friend for absolutely nothing! But there’s something about a puggle that seems to make them

much more affectionate than the cuddliest canine. If I’ve had a rotten day at work and I wish to get home and shriek at the world, Reece(yeah, I know, not the best name, but I like it!) will come on over to me and rest his wrinkly little face on my lap. When I look at him- well, I defy anybody not to melt when a puggle looks dolefully at you!Even simply the way Reece acts upon an everyday basis-he most likely does not even recognize he’s being amusing, however that’s the charm of puggles. Their noses are a little

bit longer than the average dog and this can result in some quite amusing minutes. There have been times when I’ve been viewing the tv, and have nearly collapsed making fun of the noises coming out of Reece as he sleeps. Remember the film “Gremlins “, and the little sounds that the primary character Gadget would make? This is precisely what a puggle can seem like at times.One of the finest features of puggles is that they’re such a discussion piece too. Walk down the park, or on the beach, and individuals are will surround you passing away to understand about your little package of delight.

And you believed it was simply newborns that get all the love?! If you’re single and you desire to attract a possible partner, trust me; purchase a puggle!There’s an entire lots of things I could state about Reece, or puggles in basic. They’re cute; they’re loving; they’re squishy. But when it boils down to it, nothing I could state would do these wonderful pet dogs justice. Reece has had children with my Beagle, Daisy. Therefore, I guess you might consider me a part-time breeder. The love I had for embracing out my little child puggles and the warm fuzzy feeling of discovering them a home is invaluable. If you are interested in puggles, the very best thing to do is get in touch with a local breeder today and see for yourself what all the fuss has to do with. I guarantee you will not be disappointed! Christy Taylor, author, owner and breeder of Puggles. For additional information about Puggles, visit her website at http://www.pugglehugs.com project