#animal abuse cw ?????

[wild-kindentities]

The only acceptable meaning when anti-therians say “If you act like animals, we’re gonna treat you like animals” is “decently” or “with respect (for life) and care”.

Because there is no way you find normal to kill every dogs you see, or torture and dismember all cats in your neighborhood.

Those are sick thoughts, and you shouldn’t wish them upon ANY innocent living creature, no matter what their species are.

The simple fact that you IMMEDIATELY associate “animal behavior” with “inflicting pain and killing” is just so scary and says A LOT about you as a person.

You’re the ones who should get help, because THAT is actual harmful behavior and not realizing what’s wrong with it is deeply concerning.

[thehmn]

My post about not hitting children got some responses from people who said “I agree and also some young children who get hit by their parents have no respect for adults who doesn’t hit them and become unruly”

As it turns out, the same goes for animals.

I adopted this girl, Ellie, a year ago. Her previous owners were devastated that they had to give her up but their situation was less than ideal and they lived in their landlord’s house and he was apparently very rough with Ellie and blamed her for everything his own dogs did.

When Ellie first moved in she responded strongly to us talking sternly to her. Even saying her name in a deep voice made her tug her tail between her legs and hide. But eventually she realized we were never going to hurt her no matter how sternly we talked and now, a year later, we have a very sweet but cheeky dog who loves us very much but has zero respect. She will jump on tables and when we shout “Ellie! No!” she just looks at us like “What?”

Positive reinforcement works pretty well but her early experiences with “discipline” means she clearly doesn’t understand when we are displeased with her. So thanks previous assholes in her life for making this unnecessarily difficult. You’re lucky she’s such a sweet dog who doesn’t let life get her down.

[caoimhe-from-hoenn]

Do NOT declaw your Skitties and Liepards, the fuck's wrong with you?

[local-hellhound-steals-spaghetti]

Sh*t has hit the fan in equestrian sport and I genuinely wonder if this is the beginning of the end of it's social license to operate.

I used to respect Charlotte Dujardin as "one of the kinder riders out there". Sadly it seems like this was all just marketing. She just happened to have a horse like Valegro that tolerated her harsh handling (she described him as "hard mouthed" which is a pretty good indication that he had poor training to start with).

But she was the golden girl of dressage and the UK's darling of the sport. Now the curtain is peeled back to reveal casual whipping of a horse's legs over 24 times, commenting how the whip "doesn't whip hard enough."

Methodical and not at all seeming angry or disregulated while the 15 year old on the panicked horse's back cries out. This is not a one off. It's a technique. I've seen it before. Instuctors that chase after "lazy" horses in riding schools with a whip so that the horse "doesn't get away with it."

What about horses getting chased around a round yard with a whip until rearing in panic and lathered up in sweat? I've seen that too, during an equine science program where we were supposed to be learning how to break in weanlings.

It just happens to be a Olympic gold medalist doing it and getting caught.

In the article it says "you can't force a 400-500kg animal to do something." You absolutely can and horses are regularly forced into things they don't want to do. They're flighty prey animals. They say "no" pretty clearly in competition rings but then the whip comes out, the spurs go on and the horse shuts down. Despite the blue tongues from lack of oxygen, mouths strapped shut with tight nosebands, bits that they can't escape from, froth and blood in their mouths, they continue. Because they have no choice.

When your training principle relies on negative reinforcement and positive punishment, escalation like this inevitably occurs. When your training principle is based in domiance, on "not letting them get away with it" and on "making them do it", this is where it goes. The horse's autonomy and feelings diminished into "naughty" or "just trying to be lazy" ... not fear or pain or just a simple struggle to do something they're not physically able to do.

And it becomes normalised, laughed off and accepted, especially when a gold medalist Olympian does it.

The only reason this is a scandal is because an elite rider got caught doing it. But this is not a one off or a "bad apple" this is what the entire traditional horse training model is based on.

The FEI is making a big show of this because they want to look tough on horse welfare so the Olympics doesn't throw out Equestrian sport. But just wait until the dressage kicks off. We will see the same tense, stressed out horses, toe flicking and hollow with hop-step piaffes that are an insult to the Classic masters of old.

The sport of dressage will crash and burn if it continues on its current trajectory. Equestrian sport will follow as a whole when the public realises these are not animals "enjoying their jobs". Unless the FEI allows for a huge paradigm shift where people can compete tackless and use positive reinforcement (actual +R and not the pathetic pat on the neck they pass off as +R), the sport will fall to ruin and the elites will have only themselves to blame.

[horsegirlwarcrimes]

⊹₊♡🐾 Heartwarming! Rescue Dog's Incredible Transformation After... 🐾♡₊ ⊹

cw: animal abuse

Hua Cheng steps past the red curtain and, in the same breath, shifts. He makes himself shorter, his figure softening and filing out. The ghost who takes the steps down from the platform has a round, androgynous face; large black eyes, soft black and gold robes, a diaphanous curtain of black ink for hair. He folds his hands together in his sleeves and taps the croupier at the table on the shoulder. The croupier takes one glance at his placid expression on his mask-less face, gulps, and leaves. 

Hua Cheng turns his smile on the drunken human. “Greetings, gongzi. This one will deal the tiles.” 

They play several rounds. The human bets for money, and Hua Cheng lets him win hand after hand, slowly building up a pile of gold as he drains his wine jug. When the man tips his bottle over his cup and only a drop falls onto the ceramic, Hua Cheng only smiles and waves for a server to bring a new bottle. 

“Something good, for the lucky gongzi,” he tells the server. The man laughs so loudly that the dog, who was starting to sag towards the ground next to him, startles. The man grunts and yanks it close again. 

“Don’t be so quick to run off,” he slurs at it. “You want me to let you go here? These ghosts would eat you, bones and all if I let them. Be grateful I’m keeping you with me.” 

A game tile shatters in Hua Cheng’s hand. He carefully unclenches his fist, letting the dust fall to the floor. 

“Would gongzi like to bet for something a bit more interesting this round?” he asks. 

The looks over and hiccups. “Like what?” 

“This is the Gambler’s Den. Anything that you wish for can be bet at our tables,” Hua Cheng says, spreading his hands grandly. 

A slow, ugly smile spreads over the man’s face. “Yeah. Yeah! Why not? Fortune favors me tonight.”

“What does the gongzi desire?” 

“A political position,” the man says, sloshing his cup confidently in Hua Cheng’s direction. Strong, sweet wine spills over the edge. “I want to be an official. I’ve been toadying for that fucker Linhai too long… It’s time I was the one in charge.” 

“You wish it, and Crimson Rain Sought Flower will make it so. If gongzi wins the bet. What will gongzi give the den if he loses?” 

The man blinks, looks around. “What do I bet?” 

“We trade in lives, in riches, in precious items. Does gongzi have anything like that?” 

“Humph. How about my pendant?” 

The man lifts a jade pendant from under his shirt. Hua Cheng shakes his head, lowering his lashes demurely. “I’m afraid it must be more significant than that, for such a bet.” 

“Fine, fine. I bet my house!” the man declares. 

“Very well.” 

They play. Hua Cheng smiles behind a long black sleeve as the man takes a narrow victory. Feeling like they have worked for it always makes the patrons even bolder, even more zealous. 

“Congratulations, gongzi. When you return to the mortal world, you will have a position as an official waiting for you.” 

If he returns to the mortal world. 

The man lifts his cup in a cheer, and others around the table cheer with him or curse their own losses. The atmosphere in the den is rowdy, as it always is when the ghosts know he is in residence. He’s sure there would be an even greater din if they knew he was running the table. 

The man has drained most of the new bottle of liquor. The dog is standing under the table, not quite sitting and not quite standing upright, its legs shaking and its tail pressed tight to its belly. A ghost fire has drifted over and hovers next to it. The dog looks down at the small fire and pants. 

Another ghost reaches out towards them. The dog shies back, and the ghost grabs the ghost fire. It pops it in its mouth. 

“Watch it,” the man says, nudging the dog out of the way. The ghost snorts.

“Please, that thing is a bag of bones and flees. Who wants to eat some diseased dog?” 

“I’ll have you know, I have this thing to thank for my victory,” the man boasts. He kicks the dog lightly again and its front legs give out, pushing its face into the floor. One of its eyes is weeping, irritated and red. “It’s good luck?” 

“That thing?” the ghost asks, a sneer on its long, crocodilian mouth. 

“You bet! It’s not much to look at, but ever since I found it I’ve had the best luck. It must be blessed by a god of fortune.” 

The ghosts nearby harrumphed and accused the man of cheating, but Hua Cheng only smiled at the man. 

“Gongzi is lucky indeed. Would you like to make another bet?” 

Bolstered by his wins, the man gulped down his cup of wine and slammed it on the table. “Yes! Yes, I will. I want the woman who scorned me to come crawling back, and take me for her husband.” 

Hua Cheng kept the disgust off his face only by reminding himself that he would soon no longer be a blight upon the world. 

“Gongzi makes a good bet. What will you offer in return?” 

“My house, again. While I’ve still got it,” he said with a boisterous laugh. 

Hua Cheng hums. “I’m afraid gongzi will need to increase his bet as well.” 

The man scratches at his wispy beard. “I don’t have much else. What do you want?” 

“Hm. For a bet like this, how about your life?” 

The man paled. “My life? Ridiculous!” 

“Not to worry. If you lose, you won’t be killed. It’s only that your life will be the city lord’s to do with as he sees fit.” 

The man started to shake his head, but the ghost next to him elbowed him. “Come on! Weren’t you just saying how much luck you’ve got? Don’t pussy out now!” 

“Yeah!”

“Yeah, come on! All big talk until the betting gets real, huh?” 

The server comes by with a new bottle of wine for the man. She pours for him with a flick of her wrist and a small smile. “On the house,” she whispers. 

The man takes the drink and looks down into the wine, then raises it in another cheer. “I’ll do it!” 

“Very good.” 

The man loses the bet, of course. Crimson Rain always wins his games, in the end. 

In the aftermath of the game, the man is pallid, sweating and fearful. For the first time, Hua Cheng’s smile is genuine. 

“Don’t look so nervous, gongzi. One loss tonight isn’t such a bad thing. The night is young. Why don’t you bet again, for your life to be returned? If you win, the debt will be forgiven.” 

“Yes, yes! Please. I’ll bet again. Anything you want.” 

“Chengzu already has your life,” Hua Cheng says, humming thoughtfully. “What else do you have?”

“Anything, anything!”

“How about your good luck charm? If you lose, we’ll take the dog.” 

“This thing?” the man asks. His eyes are blown wide, his face red from drink where it isn’t pallid from fear. “Take it, yes.” 

“Very good,” Hua Cheng says, and beats the man again. 

As the den’s bouncers carry the drunk, screaming man away, Hua Cheng shifts into his true form. Ghosts around the tables scramble away from him, fleeing like mice with shouts of “Chengzhu, Chengzhu!” 

He kneels on the floor in front of the dog and puts a hand out for it to sniff. Its ribbon-leash lays on the floor of the Gambler’s den, trailing away from where its former master let it fall in his terror. The dog doesn’t move towards or away from him, but it's long, lean head follows the drunken man as he is hauled off. It makes as though to follow up, but it wobbles when it walks, as if it too is drunk. 

“Didn’t you hear him?” Hua Cheng asks. “You’re mine now.”

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for making my ex taking medication as a bargain chip for us to get back together?

This happened a while ago but I saw some posts about the right of someone to go unmedicated and now I feel bad and wonder if I was shitty 💊🧘‍♀️ mentions of death, pet endangering, pet death, untreated mental illness and if you call them a narcissist I will steal your left socks. Also not disclosing their diagnosis because you guys can't be normal about mentally ill people.

So me and J (about 25, I was 22 at the time. Name changed for privacy. Both of us is NB) had a extremely quick developing relationship where in 5 months we went from dating to living together. Don't judge me okay I was 20 when we met and I needed a place that wasn't my parents house. Sorry, this will need some context. J convinced me to drop college due to mental health and to move out of my roomies house for privacy reasons.

So three days before my 21th birthday, J lost her brother due to an accident, and we moved together anyway. One month after her brother passed her cat also passed away. That made the grief way worse and about 10 months into the relationship she tried to choke my cat because she peed in the wrong place. I told her I was going to leave her and in result she slitted open her arm with a box cutter.

Later she admitted to be hurting our two cats when I wasn't home by choking and almost drowning them.

By december of the same year I came out as aromantic and she was extremely shitty towards me from deceiving her because she thought I actually loved her but that was all a ruse. So we broke up for real this time but kept living together because well, it was unfortunately what we had and we couldn't move to our separate paths due to our income. That was january with until march/april more or less when she noticed i was pulling guys like no one and hooking up constantly (that was self harm but that doesn't justify it. In my defense I told her just because she would ask me repeatedly if I was hooking up with guys and always wanted to know where I was going). I also went back to college and started hanging out with other people that seemed to actually like me!

Keep in mind all this time she was unmedicated and when I tried to bring up she need therapy and medications she would shut me down, even before the break-up.

And then, by may she was crawling at my feet because she wanted me back. And I cared a lot about her. So I put in my conditions that unless she was medicated and on therapy by the end of july, I would never consider going back to her. And would you look at that, it actually worked because before june ended she was both medicated and on therapy and I said well you did your part, and went back to her, with her now.

Btw for all that matters I am 25 and broke up with her again from almost 2 years now but last time I talked, she was still on therapy and medicating herself, making a bitter remark on how "that's the only way people can stand her, that no one can stand her true self"

So, AITA for making my ex take care of her mental health before I considered going back to her?

What are these acronyms?

[schnuffel-danny]

this video is fucking crazy oh my god me when my abused and neglected guinea pigs aren't perfect lawnmowers

[beemovieerotica]

Why does your dog have such blue eyes?

we're not sure, she's been to an optometrist and they said it could be from an injury before she was found, or somebody did it on purpose (threw something in her eyes). as far as we know, it's not reversible. she was found in a trash dump with her mom and brother who are both able to see fine :(

[ganymedian]

In this book about the wilddddd time that astronomers mathematicians and clock makers had trying to calculate longitude, there was a quack theory that I cannot believe someone suggested and it involved wounding a dog with a knife and….dipping the knife in a solution called “powder of sympathy” which would make the dog cry and be felt over Vast Distances. You would take the wounded dog aboard the ship and pray that it would never heal or just continually wound it, and allegedly you would be able to tell your longitude when the person ashore dipped the knife in the solution at noon each day, and be compared to the local time on the ship??!! AAAAAAGGGHH

[wickedlywonderful]

A cat’s love and trust must be earned and maintained. A dog gives it away for free and hopes it is returned.

-me accidentally sounding more philosophical than I am when explaining why my cat doesn’t like/go near my father but the dog continues to despite his constant verbal abuse

[tallymali]

yuki is scared of hairbrushes:(

[moonlitcomet]

Griffons are very intelligent, easily-raised, and highly versatile animals. Due to their existence as one of the most popular animals on Aurus to keep as pets - third only to cats and hounds - they also go through their ups and downs of husbandry.

This image primarily details wing clipping and breeding practices.

Wing clipping is a highly controversial and increasingly illegal practice that is done on newborn griffons before their enlarged wing phalanges stiffen and are ready for flight. This process removes all bones past the first phalanx on their fourth digit, permanently crippling their ability to fly and forcing them to remain on the ground.

In the past, wing clipping was done as a functional cosmetic surgery to prevent captive griffons from escaping or flying into danger. Nowadays it is done primarily for ease of care, as winged griffons are notably more destructive than clipped griffons due to their increased mobility, or for aesthetic purposes to fit a supposed breed standard.

Clipped griffons experience lifelong pain and discomfort if not properly exercised due to deteriorating tendons and muscles, and are highly prone to neurotic behavior and aggression due to being unable to escape stressful situations. Many griffons who have their wings clipped will end up in animal shelters later on in life, which has begun a movement to outlaw griffon wing clipping and stigmatize it.

Breeding practices for griffons are about as variable as they are for any domestic animal. Some breeds of the domestic griffon are prone to health issues, and brachycephaly[flattening of the face and beak, leading to difficulty breathing and self-grooming] is one of them. While not as universally controversial as wing clipping, unethical breeding practices are similarly frowned upon.

[arsenic-clownip]

tw. cat/animal abuse. (petition to endd it)

everyone please singb this petition if youcould:

https://chng.it/j8gJP2KXqZ

itss to end cat torture. if youcould spread tihis that would be very helpful /not forcing

[shayandwildlifepack]

It's been a while since a poem was posted. Just made this poem, so it's likely bad, lol.

- Shay (They/it) 🐾

Tw/cw: animal abuse (not mentioned by name), biting, scratching, growling, and hissing. [Not sure if all of these need warnings, but they are there, so yeah].

Caged and Chained Animal

We are caged like

Dangerous wild animals.

We are chained up like

Aggressive tamed animals.

Not wild and not tamed.

We bite at the cage

And the chains

Hoping it would help

Us get free from them.

Not wild and not tamed.

We growl as people get close

To our cage and our chains.

We hiss as they get closer

To our cage and our chains.

Not wild and not tamed.

We are caged and chained up

To protect others from us.

However, it doesn't protect

Us from ourselves.

Not wild and not tamed.

We aren't safe from ourselves.

We bite and scratch ourselves.

To feel something other than

The fear and anger that comes from being

Not wild and not tamed.

[spurgie-cousin]

ok sorry for being weird but I deleted all my posts about that animal abuse case I was talking about bc 1. I was literally threatened by the cops and 2. a friend who was working with me figured out a vigilante yet technically legal loophole and it looks like we're going to be able to get the animals out of that situation

quick recap but I've been working on an animal neglect/abuse/hoarding situation for months that came to a head yesterday and I thought was it was going to end in the worst way so I posted on every social media I have seeking advice. It's a rural area with no animal services and I was threatened by the police for asking for help after months of them not acting.

I got a hail Mary about an hour ago though that a local rescue worker found a loop hole and a rescue of all 14 animals is in progress. Sorry for bringing it here but I was so desperate 😔 but for anyone who read those posts just want you to know it looks like it's going to be ok

[gildead]

"...Everybody Sucks Here?"