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[unbelievabulls]

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Address: Dayton, Ohio, USA

Unbelievabulls is an English Bulldog breeder based in Ohio, breeding only the healthiest and rarest-colored English Bulldogs. American Soldiers owned and operated!

About Us:

We are very experienced, educated, dedicated, motivated, caring, loving, and protective about our English bulldogs. Our English bulldogs live in our house with us and they're an integral part of our family. We make sure to health test our bulldogs, DNA test for coat colors, and take them to the vet very regularly.  The first thing we want to discuss with potential owners, is the understanding of this breed and the ability to take care of our English bulldogs emotionally, financially, and providing a place inside of their home, not in a kennel, dog house outside, or garage as a living area. Second, we want to build a life- long relationship and educate our clients on their dogs and always be a method of advice or questions that may arise during their bulldogs life with them. Also, sending us pictures of your English bulldog puppy growing up, we care and want to know how they're doing, and to see them growing up as well. 

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[darkwood-sleddog]

“Ethical breeders have too many expectations placed on them for anybody to want to do it.” *proceeds to explain how expectations should be lowered.

How about no.

[littledogslife]

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[donatokennels]

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[mioons]

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he didn’t like it. not one bit. heeseung hates when you talk to another guy or rather he hates when your attention isn’t solely on him.

with one arm wrapped securely around your waist, he stood behind you as you engaged in a conversation with a guy from your class. was it biology or chemistry? he couldn’t bother to remember since nobody else really mattered to him except you, his family, and friends.

after your conversation with the other guy was over, you turned around to only be met with an annoyed looking heeseung.

“why the long face? did something happen?” you asked and tilted your head slightly in curiosity.

“oh nothing, just that i saw some random idiot get a little bit too close to my girlfriend. but y’know, it’s nothing.” he replied and rolled his eyes. he retracted his arm from your waist and dropped it to his side. the warmth of his hand left and you felt oddly cold.

“are you jealous?”

“no.”

“liar,” you tutted your tongue. you reached out to grab onto his arm and gently intertwined your fingers with his. though his words seem cold and harsh, his actions said otherwise about how he felt.

heeseung looked down at you, trying to fight back to urge to pepper tiny little kisses all over your face and neck. “what can i do to make it better hee?” you asked with that oh so sweet tone you always used whenever he was mad at you.

“a kiss,” was all he mumbled under his breath. suddenly his eyes darted away from you and he got all shy again. how cute you thought to yourself. only you ever got to see this side of him.

“that’s all you want?” you asked with a slight smirk in your voice. heeseung looked back at you for a split second before looking away once again, “is.. is there a problem?”

the way he went from looking like a angry bulldog to a small puppy almost made you cackle. you shook your head and sighed, “i thought you wanted me to like buy you ice cream or—“

heeseung grew a little impatient and you running your mouth irritated him a little bit, which made him crash his lips onto yours in a searing manner.

his hand slipped down to hold your waist while the other cupped one side of your cheek. your hands found themselves tangling in his hair, running your fingers through his red wine locks while locking your lips onto his.

you two pulled away after what felt like a century though it was only a minute or two. when you pulled away, you were breathless and lowered your hands down to wrap themselves around his neck loosely, holding onto heeseung for stability.

looking up at him, you could see a faint and smug smile plastered across his handsome face.

“are you… are you satisfied now?” you asked between breaths. he squeezed your hip gently and pressed a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“nope. not one bit.”

and the next thing you knew, his lips were back onto yours again.

ㅤ✿ — @won4kiss @dioll @en-gelic @flwrstqr @jakesangel @hoonored

[crippled-peeper]

ablebodieds will say my existence is cruel and strange and unfair and then buy a french bulldog puppy with skull and face deformities so bad it can’t breathe and it had to be cut out of its mother

[the-ace-with-spades]

another bit from the just hold my hand fic that probably won't ever be written

I wrote the little thingy about Bradley and Jake's middle kid, Ronnie, being a bit of Ice's favorite, and Mav might have a bit of a soft spot for PJ, their youngest (so far...) boy because of the shared name and the overall cuteness and clinginess PJ has.

But it's the twins, the oldest girls, Tommy and Nicky, that have everyone wrapped around their fingers.

This is mostly due to that one) they can speak, being almost six and all, two) they speak a lot and it's hard to keep up, and three) Mav and Ice missed the most out of their childhood, the over five years they didn't know Tommy and Nicky existed, so they might be overdoing it on spoiling them a little bit to catch up... (Or a lot, if you ask Bradley or Jake)

The thing is, the girls are starting school and with that, they meet new friends and this means new obsessions and things they want - it's mostly just trendy clothes, toys that they've never been interested in and dance and gymnastics classes, but nonetheless, it's something else.

Bradley and Jake are mostly good at fending off unnecessary or expensive requests and agreeing to the more reasonable ones (same as Jake's mom, who is used to having to budget for a lot of kids wants, being a mom of six herself), with Jake being the firmer hand on this occasion - Bradley was the one who stayed on parental leave with the kids when they were small and has a bit more of soft hand when it comes to spoiling them...

One of the things Nicky and Tommy get obsessed with is getting a puppy.

Obviously, Jake and Bradley say no. Not because they think a puppy would be bad for their family - Jake grew up with farm dogs and would love his kids to grow up with a dog - but because the logistics are a bit tough. There's already so much to do with four kids and more on the way, and dogs need a lot of attention as well. They're stationed in San Diego, for now, but it can also change, and it's hard enough trying to move a family of seven, not to mention a family of seven and a dog.

Now, Tommy and Nicky aren't blind to how much their grandpas are spoiling them. So they might or might not be especially vocal about wanting a dog around them. Maybe even suggest that they'd like a puppy for Christmas or something and just tell them about all the stuff they'd do with a puppy if they got one.

Of course Mav and Ice fall for it.

They're not as crazy as to buy/adopt a puppy for the kids without at least telling Bradley, and Bradley, you know, teases them a little for being so soft and letting themselves get 'manipulated' by six-year-olds but in the end, he tells them there's no way they can have a puppy now, no matter how much the girls want one.

The same night, Ice finds Mav browsing animal rescue sites on the couch, laptop on his knees as he makes notes in a little notebook.

Bradley said no, he signs, but Mav only shrugs.

"I know," Mav says and then pointedly, adds, "I'm not looking for a dog for them."

It takes Ice a minute to understand what Mav means but once he does, he sits down with him on the couch.

And it's not like Mav is looking for a dog just for the twins - he and Ice will be taking care of the puppy most of the time, and Mav admits that a dog is something he hasn't let himself have because of the life they were living (in the Navy, mainly) but he's retired now, and he had a dog when he was a kid and like it, and maybe it'll get Ice out of the house more often as well...

So, yeah, they get a french bulldog. And the kids love her - she was a rescue from a puppy farm and named Katharine Hepburn (called Hep by the breeders) and the kids swiftly rename her Kat, which everyone finds a bit silly but indulges.

Maybe Jake and Bradley give them a bit of a stinky eye over dinner (mostly Jake, not that Mav cares that much...), but Bradley only shakes his head and tells them they can't keep getting the kids everything they want. Well, personally Mav thinks they can at least try.

Kat is an amazing addition to the house. She likes to sleep in Ice's lap whenever he does paperwork in his office and prompts him for breaks when she begs for a walkie every few hours. She also makes them go out on walks on the beach or to the park more often and whenever the kids are there, she glows at the attention - they always keep an eye just in case the kids get a bit rough with her, but she's very patient and never gets bored enough to stop playing with them and lets the twins carry her around in her little bag. She gets plenty of exercise and affection and quality food and Mav also has someone to keep him company when he makes breakfast in the morning or someone to keep Ice's cold feet away from his calves at night. The twins like to buy her little cute accessories and feed her healthy snacks and take her out to the dog park. It's a win-win in Mav's head.

Kat is great and if her presence makes the twins want to visit more often - that's just another bonus.

[scarletemeraldpurple]

Agatha Harkness Wines and Dines (and keeps) a Butch Reader

Reader is a genderqueer butch who gets called a few variations on “boy”, wears a sports bra and is said to soak through their underwear (genitals left ambiguous). Reader is also called a puppy and a slut.

There’s some wine tasting but no intoxication.

Reader goes down on Agatha and grinds against her thigh. There’s a lot of talk of going mindless and fuzzy.

You’d had a quiet crush on your neighbor in Westview for a while. Something about her was just…different than everyone else in the neighborhood. She had such a bright smile and her personality was so magnetic. She was so confident in herself. She didn’t walk, she strutted.

And she strutted right to you in the wine section of the grocery store.

“Hiya hun! Stocking up for the weekend too?”

She chuckled as you visibly jumped, you hadn’t noticed her sneak up on you.

“Didn’t mean to scare ya toots.”

“Hi Agnes. Uh, yeah y-you could say that.”

“Are you a red wine gal too hun?” She said, gesturing to the section you both were in front of.

“W-well actually I’m not entirely sure what I’m looking for. Kind of new to wine.”

“Oh how exciting. Well I can be your amateur sommelier! Guide you through this new world.” Your neighbor put a friendly arm around your shoulders, and quietly took note of how you had not made eye contact for this entire exchange. Oh this was going to be fun for her.

“Are you busy this evening hun?”

“N-no. No I’m free.”

“Then why don’t you come over to mine for dinner, complete with a cheese and wine course and we can see what you like. Sound okay to you?”

You looked at her. A bit stunned by the contact and the invitation. “That sounds fun. Thank you Agnes.”

“Great! It’s a date! Come to mine at 6.” She started to walk away.

“Wait!”

She turned and arched an eyebrow. God the simplest things made you flustered.

“What should I wear?”

She smiled. “Y’know what? Let’s get a little dolled up. Wear something that makes you feel sexy, I’ll let you decide if you want to keep it classy or not.” She said with a wink and walked off for real.

You decided to skip buying anything and headed straight home. You had 2 hours to get ready for Agatha’s. One hour to freak out, one hour to actually get ready.

Oh my god she said “date” did she mean date date? Or just “oh we’ve set a date?” She said to dress sexy, was she flirting? She’s kind of like that with everyone. You supposed if she flirted with everyone she was probably flirting with you. You weren’t sure if that made you feel better or worse.

You decided to shower to calm your nerves. You did your full self care routine. You had a towel wrapped around you as you pondered your options on what to wear.

You had your classiest option: full suit. That would probably be a bit much. You could take it down a notch and lose the jacket and maybe the tie. Yeah that could be good.

Alternatively, you had some leather pants and a bulldog harness. Which did make you feel very sexy, probably not quite the occasion for them.

You put on your dark suit pants and tucked in your shirt. You put your black leather belt on. Some small part of you wanted to make this sexier. You could undo a few buttons. Or…

You picked up your bulldog harness and put it over your crisp white button down. It was a good look. You felt like a high fashion butch. You wondered if Anges was being sarcastic when she told you “you decide how classy you want to be.” But something about it felt really right for tonight. If you were right, and Anges was flirting with you, this would certainly get her attention.

You decided to bring a black chore jacket as well. You looked put together, but not too stuffy and formal. The jacket would allow the harness to be a bit of a reveal

You showed up at 5:59 and knocked at the door.

“Hiya, my don’t you look dashing.”

There was no hiding your grin when she called you dashing.

“Seriously between you and the oven it’s sweltering in here.”

That one got you to blush a little.

“Thank you Agnes. Y-you look really nice tonight too.”

She gave a little twirl in her cocktail dress. It was a dark purple that you thought really suited her. The bottom was flowy. She smiled at how you were admiring her. She’d have you on your knees in no time.

“Come in dear. Dinner we’ll be a few minutes but I’ve got some appetizers ready and our first glass of wine to go with it.”

She led you inside and you took in her home for a second. You had no idea what you expected but it wasn’t quite this. It was like the archetypal suburban housewife threw up everywhere. Something was off about it.

“Sit dear I’ll pour the wine and grab our appetizers.” She gestured to a very plush couch.

“Oh I can help if you want—“

“Sit. I insist my dear.” Her tone was still gentle, but distinctively authoritative.

You nodded nervously and took a seat.

You heard her shuffle around for a bit before she returned with a bottle of wine, two glasses, and a corkscrew. She expertly removed the cork.

“We’re gonna let this sit and breathe for a little bit while I got add the last touches to the charcuterie board.”

“Are you sure I can’t do anything for you?” You pleaded.

She squeezed your shoulder. “You’re very sweet hun. But trust me I got this. Relax. In fact, let me help you with your jacket.”

Oh shit. You thought. Here’s the big reveal.

“Oh um, listen-“ you started as Agatha stood you up and took off the chore jacket.

Something changed in her eyes when she saw what was underneath. “You sure rose to the occasion, huh sweetie?”

“I—so you like it?”

“Oh I love it sweetheart.” She traced the leather with her fingertips and eyed the D-ring in the middle of your chest. “I’m very impressed. I knew you would look handsome no matter what but this, this is a very welcome surprise my dear.”

You gulped as nimble fingers continued to trace up and down the straps. Part of you wished she would slip a couple of those long, lovely fingers into the d-ring and just tug you around.

She lightly took it in her fingers. She smirked as you inhaled. Then let go.

“We have much to discuss tonight don’t we dear?”

You managed to look her in the eye. “It appears we do.” You said softly

“Be good and sit back down for me dear.”

You obeyed.

“Very good. You just stay. There’s nothing for you to worry about when you’re with me.”

She went back into the kitchen and after a few minutes came out with a spread of cheese crackers and fruit.

“Now this red is a little on the bitter side. But it’ll balance out the fat of the cheese for tonight. I’m going to reduce our wine tasting to just two tonight. This is the first one, and I have some wine to go with our dessert.”

“You’re the expert, I trust you.” You told her.

“Good answer.” She smiled at you.

She sat next to you. “Here let’s start with a fig.” You reached for one but she stopped you.

“Let me get that.” She said.

“I can feed myself.” You replied.

“Oh I’m well aware you can. But I want to feed you. Now be good and open up.”

Her hand was so close to your mouth as you but the piece of fig she fed you. Her gaze was very focused on you. Despite your button up, and the extra security of your harness, you felt naked.

“Now was that so bad?” She teased. Eyes still fixated on you.

“I guess not.” You said, just above a whisper.

“Haven’t even had a sip of wine and look how red you are.”

You looked away from her, only to be pulled back by a crooked finger.

“Always so shy. I make you nervous don’t I sweetheart?”

You nodded your head and gulped.

“Poor thing. I really don’t bite you know, not without permission at least. Well there was that one time I bit a kid. But anyway.”

“Wait what?”

“Story for another time my dear.” She said as she brought a soft cheese spread over a cracker to your lips.

It was creamy and mild, and the cracker had a nuttiness to it. It was quite tasty.

“Okay I will let you take a drink by yourself. I’d hate to see it spill all over your nice white shirt.”

“Thank you.”

You each took a sip. It was more bitter than you usually would have liked, but it was a nice change after the fat of the cheese.

“Good isn’t it? I know it was bold to give you something so bitter to start, but I figured it would get balanced out by our starter.”

“Yeah. You’re exactly right. This is pretty nice actually.”

She let you feed yourself the rest of the night. You two sipped your drink and feasted on cheese and fruit.

You felt oddly at ease with her. Sipping your wine and swapping thoughts about the spread.

“Okay our main course is actually less fancy than our appetizer, we’re having fish and chips. And we’re pairing it with a more acidic wine. Come with me to the table darling.” She stood up and held out her hand.

You reached for it cautiously and she gave you a comforting squeeze. Her hand was softer than you expected. Her fingers were long and skinny, but they felt nice intertwined with yours.

“You’re cute.” She hummed, mostly to herself.

“Sit.” She instructed gently. You didn’t put up a fight this time.

“Good boy.”

She looked at you to see your reaction. Your eyes were wide, and she could tell you wanted more.

“See you don’t need to fight me. You don’t need to worry. You just need to be good and do what I say.”

“Agnes-“

She seemed caught off guard when you said her name. “Oh right” she muttered to herself.

“Agnes I think we should talk. I-I haven’t done anything like this in awhile.”

She brought a finger to your lips, very effectively cutting you off from whatever ramble you were about to go on.

“So let me ease you back in. You can be good for me. Just be good for me for a bit. Leave all the thinking to me.”

You looked like a puppy to her. Desperate for praise and affection and assurance. Desperate for someone’s hand to guide you.

“We’ll talk more in a minute. Let me get dinner out.”

She served up a portion for both of you and poured the wine. You were surprised to find that this one was white

“White wine has its place though it’s usually not my preference. The acidity of this one is a nice contrast to fat of the fish and the batter. I wanted to make this a well rounded experience for you since you don’t really know what you like yet.”

“Thank you Agnes.”

“You’re very welcome dear. Now dig in.”

You ate more slowly than you usually would. Your nerves had resurfaced.

She reached across the table to squeeze your free hand. “I’m really happy you’re here you know.”

You smiled at her. “I’m happy I’m here too.”

“I’m so glad. Can I tell you a secret?” Unbeknownst to you your host had several secrets to share with you tonight.

“What’s up?”

“I’ve had a thing for you since you moved into the neighborhood.”

You nearly did a spit take.

“I had a feeling you felt the same way. You’re so cute when you get all shy. Just makes me want to tease you more.”

She wanted this too. You couldn’t believe it. Feeling bold, you tried something.

Looping a finger through the d-ring of your harness, you asked: “What else does it make you want to do?”

“Oh fuck baby. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

“I’m sure you won’t give me anything I can’t handle.”

Agnes groaned. “Come with me, pet.”

Something deep in you tingled when she called you that. “Yes ma’am”. You got up and took her hand. She led you into her basement.

It was eerily dark and impossibly big.

“So listen sweetie. I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

“What haven’t you been honest about?”

“Well my real name isn’t Agnes. You don’t need to worry about my real name. I’m Mistress, as far as you’re concerned.”

“Shit did I have your name wrong this whole time? And you never corrected me?”

Agatha chuckled. “No love, everyone in this town calls me Agnes. It’s a long story dear.”

“You have a lot of long stories.” You replied.

“Maybe if you’re really lucky you’ll hear some of them.”

“I hope so.”

Agatha gave you a soft look. Then stepped forward and kissed you. The kiss was gentler than you expected, at least to start. Soon she was biting at your lip and slipping her tongue into your mouth. You leaned into it, leaned into her dominance. God you needed this. You whined when she pulled away.

“Oh baby, are you sure you can handle me? I’ve barely touched you and listen to you. Whining like a little puppy, huh pet?”

“Please Mistress.” You asked with a dazed look in your eye.

“Do you even know what you’re asking for pet?”

“I-I need you Mistress.”

Agatha’s eyes lit up. “Need me huh? Need my control?”

“Please, please Mistress.” You begged.

“Fuck baby. I’m gonna fuck every single thought out of that head of yours.” She grabbed you by the harness and pulled you in roughly for another kiss. This time your hands went to her hair, wanting her as close to you as possible.

She pulled away. “Did I say you could touch me pet?”

You immediately brought your hands to your sides. “I’m sorry Mistress. I didn’t realize that was a rule.”

Agatha was very please with your answer. “You are forgiven. All pets need training, but they need to know the rules in order to do that don’t they?”

“Do you have any more rules Mistress?”

“The main two are that you will call me Mistress and you will wait for permission to touch me. Are you familiar with the traffic light system?”

“Yes Mistress. I used that system in my previous uhh—arrangements.”

“Glad to hear it. If for some reason you are unable to speak, squeeze my arm once for green, twice for yellow, and three times for red. Can you show me how you would communicate red if you were gagged?”

You gave her three squeezes on her arm.

“Good job. That’s it for me then. Anything you want me to know, sweet thing?”

“I-uh-I like being called good boy, p-prettyboy too.”

“Oh I bet you do. You are such a prettyboy after all, and you deserve to be reminded of that.”

You blushed.

“You want to know what I think sweet boy?”

“What is it Mistress?”

“I think you’ve needed this for a while Someone to take control. Someone to be firm with you, maybe even a little rough?”

You blushed and averted your eyes.

“Answer me, pet.” She said, tilting your face back up.

“Yes Mistress.”

“I can do that baby. In fact I’d love to do that for you.” She said, grabbing the front of your harness, pulling you in for another kiss.

You melted into her. You almost went to out your arms around her before clasping them behind your back.

Agatha broke apart from you. “Oh you are such a good boy. You look so sweet like this. Oh I can’t wait to see you trussed up in purple ropes. I bet you’d like that. But for now, you may touch me baby. Let your hands explore my body sweet boy.”

She kissed you again and your hands went to her waist, sliding up and down her sides. Then one hand went to her back and the other went to her long black hair. You couldn’t believe how good she felt against you. How good she felt in your hands. How good her tongue felt in your mouth.

“You’re just a cute little puppy, huh baby?” She whispered against you.

Your breath hitched. “Y-yes Mistress.”

“Wanna be my puppy? Wanna be Mistress’s good puppy?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Such a good puppy. Such a good boy.”

“Wanna be good for you Mistress.”

“Oh I know angel. And you’re being very good. It’s gotten me so wet seeing you like this, wanna feel baby?”

“Yes please Mistress.”

She led your hand between her legs and sure enough she was soaked through her underwear.

“Wanna help me take care of that?”

“Yes Mistress, how do you want me?”

“Kneel.” She instructed, tugging you down by the ring of your harness.

You looked up at her from the floor.

“Look at those puppy eyes. Okay baby, come get your treat.” She slid off her underwear

She guided your head up her skirt and you breathed her in. You placed a couple kisses to her thighs before licking a long stripe on her cunt.

She let out a groan. “Keep going puppy.”

You licked her eagerly, exploring all of her cunt. Sucking on her clit. Tongue-fucking her entrance. You moaned into her and she gasped at the vibration.

She hiked up her skirt and grabbed your hair. “Stick your tongue out love, just let me use you.”

Your mind went blank as she rutted against your mouth.

“Fuck, you look like a fucking slut you know that? My fucking slut. Good puppy, letting me use your mouth. Fuck you make me feel powerful.”

She made direct eye contact with you as she fell over the edge. She pulled you back up and kissed you roughly. She moaned as she tasted herself on your mouth.

“Good little butch fucktoy for me.” She walked you backwards until you were sitting on a desk.

“I want to see more of you, can I see more of you baby?”

“Underwear and sports bra stay on for tonight.” You said firmly.

“Okay baby, thank you for telling me.”

She helped you out of your harness. “Can I unbutton this baby?”

“Yes please Mistress.”

“Such a sweet boy. I got you baby.” She skillfully and quickly got you out of your button down.

“Can I put my harness back on?”

“Oh yes you can baby. Fuck that looks good on you.”

She undid your belt and shimmied you out of your pants. There you were, leather across your chest, sitting just above your dark green sports bra, wearing boxer briefs in a matching shade.

“You’re so handsome baby. How can I make you feel good?”

“I-I love grinding against someone.”

“Oh I bet you do puppy. Wanna hump Mistress’s thigh? Gonna get my thigh all messy, even through your underwear?”

You tried to hide your face in her neck but you were swiftly pulled back by the hair, causing you to moan.

“Answer me puppy. Use your words to get what you want. And don’t think I didn’t catch that little moan.” Agatha said, tugging you a little more.

“Please let me grind on you Mistress. I’ll be good I promise.”

“Oh I know honey. C’mon, I have a special room to show you.”

She looped her fingers through your d-ring and led you like that to a bedroom. Well it was more than a bedroom. It was a full on sex room. There was a St. Andrew’s Cross, a mini fridge, a suspension hook on the ceiling, and the bed had 4 posts with spots to tie someone spread eagle.

“Oh I’m sure you’ll get acquainted with lots of the equipment in this room in time. Tonight though, just you and me on the bed.”

She got in first and propped up her back with some pillows. She stuck her legs out and patted her thighs.

You walked over cautiously. You stood on your knees, hovering over her thigh.

Agatha grabbed your hips and pulled you down. “C’mon baby, don’t be shy. Be a good puppy and hump my leg.”

You started moving your hips in small circles.

“There you go, good puppy. Mistress wants you to feel good. You don’t need to worry about anything besides feeling good. No thinking baby, just pleasure.”

Encouraged by her words, you quickened your movements. You rubbed back and forth and and back and forth and back and forth.

“There you go puppy, I can feel you seeping through. Such a good slutty butch. You like how I’m treating you?”

You whined and humped faster.

“Words honey.”

“Please Mistress. Please talk me through this Mistress. Please your voice—”

“It would be my pleasure to talk you through humping my leg. Silly little puppy needs instructions huh? Can’t think when you’ve got something to grind against? Does that brain melt when you get wet like this?”

“Yes Mistress,” your inhibitions were greatly lowered, “Please Mistress. Wanna be brainless. Wanna be your slut. Wanna give into you.”

“Oh sweet puppy, you already have given into me. You’re here in My basement, making a great big wet spot on My thigh. Because you’re My slutty little puppy, isn’t that right? Tell me you’re mine puppy.” She grabbed your hair again, making you face her.

You moaned. “Yours Mistress, your puppy, your slut, your butch—” you babbled out.

“That’s right baby. All mine. And I’m yours. I’m your Mistress and you don’t need to worry about anything when you’re with Mistress, isn’t that right puppy?”

“No Mistress. Don’t need to worry.” You felt your climax start to build.

“Good puppy. I can feel you getting more and more desperate. You can do it baby, cum for your Mistress.”

You buried your head in her neck as you came with a string of “Thank you thank you thank you…” leaving your lips.

Agatha laid back and you collapsed on top of her.

“I’m so glad I have you now.” She said, scratching your head.

“I’m glad I have you.” You mumbled against her.

You dozed off, against her. Totally unaware of what was going on in Agatha’s head. The collar she was sketching out in her head. How you were going to be Hers, forever. She waited so long for you, there was no way she was letting you go now.

[heart-of-copper-dog-training]

Purebreed vs Rescue

A common debate among the dog loving community is purebred dogs vs rescues. Several things contribute to this and of course I'm going to talk about my own opinion on them.

First, I'm going to say that while there is such a thing as a bad breeder, there are also ethical breeders who genuinely care about the health and welfare of their dogs, as well as the temperament and purpose of the dogs they are breeding. To buy from these breeders is not a bad thing if you know what you need in a dog, have a specific purpose in mind, or simply want to know the most likely temperament and health from puppy to adulthood because it is much more controlled. I also contend with certain breeds of dogs being bred to more and more extremes (french bulldogs, bulldogs in general, any dog with high health issues due to their need to conform to "standard") because these are NOT ethical. They may be well cared for and have a certain temperament, but I can't support dogs that can barely breathe and often have expensive surgeries and/or die due to aesthetics.

Buying from an unethical breeder is something I will never agree with. I'd say your average dog owner knows what a puppy mill is, but many don't understand why a backyard breeder is not much better. Supporting those who breed simply because they have two dogs that are technically purebred (getting an akc registration is actually easier than you'd think) is supporting over breeding, even if the dogs are well cared for. These dogs are at best minimally medically tested with random temperament, and at worst, simply purebred with no testing in any way. Please do your research before buying.

Pet shops carry unethical dogs. Whether fad breeds or "rare" colors (i.e. nonconforming or not even possible colors like a silver lab which is a mix of a Weimaraner and a Labrador), an ethical breeder will not supply these shops.

Fad "breeds" are also something I struggle with. Many of these doodle mixes have become a bane on the dog world. They are cute and adorable, but often mixed with breeds that cause incompatible drives leading to heavy behavior problems being bred into them right from the start. Doodles are worse off due to their cuteness and being marketed as "great beginner dogs" which often translates to new owners as "needs minimal to no training/socialization". While doodles do bring in clients, I would rather they not. Same goes for many of these "purebred" crossbreeds, such as shepskies, pitskies, etc. These dogs are selling for high prices with breeds that should not mix and can cause at best challenging but high drive dogs and at worst a bit of a nightmare for most dog owners.

All that said, I support ethical breeders. I support buying a dog for a specific job (service, sport, search and rescue etc). And I support new owners looking for a more predictable dog with the lifelong support a breeder will bring to that dog. Buying responsibly is not a bad thing, and is what keeps some of these breeds alive.

Now, let's talk rescues. Rescue culture is interesting. Back when I was younger, we just called dogs from shelters/streets/oopsie litters mutts. Sometimes we got lucky and got a purebred from a shelter, and we'd say that was a lucky find (by the way, there are purebreed rescues and many dogs in shelters are purebred, often due to guardians not knowing the demands of a breed or overbreeding). The culture around mutts has shifted to become a more positive one. Now we say "rescue", seemingly referring to any dog that is not directly from a breeder or pet shop is a rescue. I have personally rescued dogs off the street. This is not a humble brag, just a statement of facts. Of those I picked up, several were in poor health and needed medical treatment, and many were just a little dirty and skinny in need of a bath and food. Of these, I kept none, but rehomed all of them.

I'm not here to gatekeep the term rescue, but to put some context into it. While I support adopting from shelters, there is a new culture of calling all dogs in a shelter a "rescue" even if the dog was born there, an owner surrender, or never in any medical/physical/mental trauma to begin with. This culture shift was to aid the shelters in moving dogs and encouraging guardians to "adopt not shop" wasn't enough. They needed to have people feel good about their dog in a way that was more than just "I didn't buy a puppy" so they shifted to calling all dogs rescues. I don't necessarily think it's a bad thing, but it leads to a ton of misconceptions.

Shelters are a traumatizing environment for dogs. Many dogs who are in a shelter long enough suffer mental trauma and can appear as though they were abused. It's very easy for a shelter or future guardian to talk about their dog in a way that personifies them (again, sometimes helpful, sometimes not) and paints a tragedy around a dog who probably was never abused but actually just needs help working through the trauma of just being in a shelter.

Why is this a problem? Well, it's because I meet guardians who assume nothing can be done, that this is "just the way she/he is" because "they were abused". They "hate men" so therefore "a man must have hurt them". So while they love their dog, they never seek the proper help for their dogs' mental state and the dog carries that trauma with them. But they do get to carry that badge of honor saying they "rescued" a dog, whether or not any abuse took place.

I have met puppies from a breeder (I actually have a client right now with this issue) that started from a breeder but was (in this specific case a covid puppy) undersocialized. These puppies turn into adult dogs that are fearful, skittish, and scared of things they weren't ever exposed to in a positive way. Things such as men in hats, tall people, people who are not in the household. These dogs duck and cower and bark. These dogs would appear to be "abuse cases" if they appeared in a shelter (and many of them do, because these behaviors can become overwhelming and guardians can feel too ashamed to return the dog to the breeder or worse, got it from an unethical breeder). Maybe their temperament was poorly bred, too, which compounded things. These dogs would end up in a shelter with a sob story and probably be adopted by kind hearted individuals who want to save the dog and tell everyone they rescued the dog.

This weird culture over having a "rescued dog" badge of honor leads many guardians who really would do better with an ethical breeder to adopt a shelter dog instead. And, as much as this pains me to say, shelter dogs (abused or not) are not for everyone. Shelter dogs can be a huge challenge. They have trauma, whether from the environment or the past, whether they are undersocialized or oversocialized. They will often come with behaviors that are not for the feint of heart, and certainly not for first time guardians. But people feel guilty buying from an ethical breeder and feel the need to defend their decision.

Marginal dogs are often adopted out to inexperienced guardians. Even going to an experienced guardian or trainer can cause rescue burn out. A family feeling the pressure of adopting and "rescuing" rather than getting a dog that is more practical for their lifestyle will adopt these dogs and sometimes get lucky, but often times end up with a dog they have no idea what to do with and may quickly return, leading to a revolving door for some dogs which adds to shelter trauma. A family who gets enough behavior problem dogs from a shelter without knowing where to find proper help ("this is just how they are because they were abused") WILL burn out and WILL make shelter dogs look like "all shelter dogs are bad dogs" and "all shelter dogs have behavior problems".

Shelter dogs are a big, beautiful unknown. They can be diamonds in the rough, or they can be a new learning experience for an upcoming dog trainer. They can be the inspiration for some to LEARN about training and behavior in dogs. They can be a therapy dog (Copper, who inspired my namesake, was such a dog), they can be a service dog, a sports dog, a working dog. They can be an anxious dog, a dog with separation anxiety, a dog with aggressive behavior towards certain triggers. They can be beautiful or funny looking (in the cutest ways) and graceful or clumsy as Scooby Doo (looking at Pancake right now). They can have past health issues that come back to haunt new owners or be more healthy than most purebreds.

So what does all of this mean? Who's better, purebreds or rescues?

I think the more important question is: what do you want in a dog, and what are you prepared to handle? Once you know that answer, you will know who is better for YOU.

Stop shaming ethical breeders. Stop shaming shelter dogs who have behaviors their guardians don't have the knowledge or resources to handle. Stop shaming those who bought from an unethical breeder unknowingly because they were never given the chance to learn. Stop shaming guardians who turn to breeders after having a bad experience with a shelter dog.

Educate. Show sympathy and kindness. Show them resources for any of these guardians. Why are huskies a challenging breed, and what can guardians do with a shelter dog that needs more help?

Dogs are dogs, and we love them. But we are doing a disservice by simply slotting them into "breeder vs rescue". We are ignoring the nuances of what these terms mean and we are not educating those who need it most to help those dogs who need it most.

We need to focus on our mutual love for dogs and educate those who do not have the knowledge, background, or resources to find it themselves.

As always, be kind to yourself, to your dogs, and to others. It is free to be kind.

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

kiridai + haizaki if they were dog owners attending a puppy class

Hanamiya Makoto

Bought a breed that needs good socialisation (I’m thinking a serious police lines Dutch Shepherd cause he’d want something with brains and drive but also something not “normie” as a Malinois) so puppy class it is to get the dog amiable around others.

The dog acts like it’s perfectly trained half the time: just a couple months old and already has perfect focus, and obviously Hanamiya goes above and beyond with training in his spare time, so the dog responds to cues perfectly, and Hanamiya has perfect timing with marking and rewarding behaviours because he’s just that sort of person

The other half of the time, the dog is kicking off because another puppy looked at them. 

And the trainer’s telling Hanamiya just to relax, shorten up his leash a bit, take a deep breath, but they can see his eyes just glazing over with fury every time the barking starts up again.

It hurts having to alternate between “Hanamiya, can you and [dog] demonstrate this behaviour because [dog] does it perfectly” and “right, someone will go get a barrier to calm [dog] down a bit” but Hanamiya’s going to have to get used to it, because that’s what you buy with an police lines import. 

The dog is always going to be a bit nuts, just like his owner ;) 

(Don’t choose a serious dog breed for clout as a first time owner, how about that Makoto?)

Seto Kentaro 

For Seto, I’m thinking he buys a small lapdog type terrier, maybe an English toy terrier, or maybe an English bulldog (although obviously I don’t recommend buying a breed with as many health issues as the English bulldog, and I’m pretty sure Seto would at least do the research on that sort of thing) 

Anyway, Seto’s the biggest guy with the smallest dog

Like when the puppy takes its mid-class snooze, he curls up on Seto’s shoe and he’s half the size of his owner’s foot. 

The main issue that they need to work on is separation anxiety; because Seto never really goes anywhere, the poor dog’s expects his owner to be with him all the time. So if Seto needs to go to the toilet and hands someone the leash, the poor puppy is just stood there whining sadly Seto’s back. He’s just too used to having his 6ft4 guardian with him at all times. 

Anyhow, Seto’s a weird one to teach because he’s not the world’s best dog trainer - he tends to be quite casual about everything, and he’s not hugely strict so in turn the dog’s quite 50/50 about actually following commands. (Think Seto saying “down”, puppy just staring at him while wagging his tail like mad and not making any move to lie down, until Seto’s like, “fuck it, you’re too cute for your own good” and gives him the treat anyway)

But the thing is, despite this half-hearted attitude to training, Seto knows the theory like it’s no one’s business. The trainer will offer him some advice and  Seto’s like “oh, so just using the Premack Principle?” or “so just conditioning more cut-off signals while they’re still sub-threshold?” 

Like, yes but how do you know those words? Spend less time reading and more time working your dog please

(And please join me in imagining the trainer telling Seto to call his dog away with kissy sounds or a high-pitched voice, rather than pulling on the leash, and the sheer awkwardness on Seto’s face as he attempts his best baby voice.)

Yamazaki Hiroshi

Thought he wanted a proper working lines dog (some sort of spaniel breed probably) because he read on the internet that they’re healthier and “perfect for [his] active lifestyle” but he didn’t realise how much work a working line dog needs and now he’s come to the puppy class in desperate need of help. 

Dark circles under his eyes and his hands are permanently covered in cuts and scars from those sharp little puppy teeth

But despite the wounds, he adores his little dog and his little dog adores him 

(Shame they express it by trying to chomp on his poor skin) 

Yamazaki’s the guy who’s always absent-mindedly petting his dog even when the trainer tells him not to while working on a certain behaviour

Yamazaki’s also that guy who’s always taking notes after class, always asking questions (comes back every week like “about the biting...”), and he always does his homework, so his dog shows the most improvement by the end of the course

He gets the little graduation certificate and he’s trying to bite back the happy/proud tears (meanwhile the dog’s trying its damnedest to get a hold of the certificate and rip it to shreds)

Furuhashi Kojiro

He’s just a good conscientious owner who did all the research before he bought his puppy, and has been training them from the beginning and figured a puppy class was the right thing to do just in case

(N.B. I have absolutely no idea what kind of dog Furu would want cause, in my mind, he’s normally a cat person. But I’m assuming that a rare and quiet breed that’s not the most clingy would be right up Furu’s alley, so Kishu Ken it is.)  

Honestly Furu rocks up to the puppy class and both his and the puppy’s minds are a bit blown: Furuhashi’s because he didn’t realise how little everyone else had trained their puppies, and the puppy’s because it’s gone from being used to life with its quiet owner in a quiet house going on quiet walks to a classroom surrounded by lots of other very excited dogs

But the puppy soon settles, as does Furuhashi, and for the most part, their time at the puppy classes goes quite smoothly 

(As it often does if people just do their homework between classes)

The only time they have any issues is in any exercise where Furuhashi has to be a bit more animate

Like an exercise where you make your voice and body language all excited to get the dog riled up so they can learn to calm down as soon as you calm down: Furuhashi’s idea of “getting excited” is one small awkward and a monotone “good puppy”

Meanwhile the puppy’s staring at him like “he’s a bit boring, but he’s my bit boring”

(And on a separate note, Furuhashi definitely ends up bringing his sister to some of classes. She’s still staying with their parents, who won’t let her get a dog, so she’s living vicariously through Furu’s dog ownership. And, Furu being the good big brother that he is, only encourages her interests. So if she wants to be around puppies more, he takes her to the classes. And if she’s getting bored, he hands her his puppy’s leash so that she can do the exercises and get the trainer’s guidance instead of him.)

Hara Kazuya

The dog is Hara’s partner’s/friend’s, but Hara comes along for moral support and to play with the other puppies before the class starts

Actually, you know what, we’ll say this is an older characters AU where Yamazaki and Hara are roommates and he’s come with Zaki and his lunatic spaniel

Hara takes the “class” in “puppy class” seriously, and by that I mean he acts like a class clown as if he’s still in school - he views a successful class as a class where he makes the trainer laugh at least once, and flirts with one of the assistants at least once

Zaki’s probably wondering why he asked Hara to come because now, every time a puppy starts barking, Hara’s whispering in their ear “Hanamiya when someone tells him to be nice”; or a puppy pees all over the floor and then it’s “you after a night out”

Having said that, Hara’s also a great training tool cause puppies love him and he always gets them very over-excited 

So, when the homework was working on your puppies not jumping up on people, the trainer gets Hara to be the guinea pig, cause he’s the ultimate test

Haizaki Shougo 

Probably only attending the classes because he was court ordered to be there or something after his dog’s already showing dangerous behaviour - Haizaki’s the kind of owner who could screw up a puppy, but he’s also the kind who buys a puppy who’s probably genetically screwed up

He falls for those horrid guard breed puppy ads online (you know the ones - with the pictures of barking dogs Photoshopped into flames or whatever and with the caption like “UNREAL DRIVE!! CRAZY STRUCTURE!! SUPER PROTECTIVE!! buy your bundle of joy from us today, perfect for a first time owner <3)

(In case you don’t know what I mean, think something like this)

Anyway so Haizaki gets a Presa Canario, maybe a bully, or maybe a Tosa Inu cause he’s in Japan and, if anyone in KNB is interested in dog fighting, it’s Haizaki because he’s just not a great person

Haizaki rocks up to classes very reluctantly and could not care less about them

He keeps letting the leash get too long so his puppy keeps getting in the other dog’s faces and upsetting them; he’s on his phone half the time; and he just doesn’t take on board any advice

For example the trainer talks to him about loose leash walking and Haizaki just zones out - cause in his mind, there’s no point putting the effort in to train them when he’s a big guy who can easily hold back even a 40kg dog

So the trainer thinks Haizaki’s pretty much a lost cause, poor dog, etc

But then, one fateful day, when the dog’s barking their head off for the thousandth time, the trainer gives Haizaki a tip and it works! 

And something clicks in Haizaki’s brain and he realises he doesn’t have to put up with his dog being a ‘nuisance’ - he can just put some effort in and train them and make life happier for the both of them

After that things are much smoother sailing and Haizaki actually starts engaging with the class and asking the trainer for advice on the (many) other issues the dog has

It takes a while for Haizaki and the puppy to graduate out of the class, just because of all the damage that needs undoing, but the fact that Haizaki sticks around, even after his court-ordered time is up, is already good news 

The dog will never be 100% in certain environments but at least they walk nicely for the most part and knows some commands

And it’s safe to say that, when Haizaki spots the dog trainer a few months later, they’re the first teacher that Haizaki’s ever stopped to say hello to

[elliott-the-creature]

wanna buy some baby clothes so I can dress up my stuffed animals! especially swirly bunny, he has been wearing the same clothes for YEARS now, and he deserves a new outfit.

if you can’t tell, I’m in an age dreamy mood rn, woof woof (probably princess’s influence tbh because I was looking at bulldog puppies and agere stuff) 🐶🧸

some of my favourite stuffies that help me dream 😸 ⬆️

[zot3-flopped]

The Tale of Liam Payne: Terrible Dog Owner

Liam's first dog, a husky puppy called Loki, was purchased in 2013 but never seen again.

He and Sophia owned a Great Dane - last seen in 2015.

Ralph the cockapoo - ended up living with Sophia.

January 2021. Liam and Maya purchase an Italian greyhound called Winston.

July 2021 - Liam buys a French bulldog puppy.

Both dogs now owned by Maya Henry and living in America.

December 2023. Liam and Kate buy a grey puppy of indeterminate breed. They call him Stanley.

May 2024. Liam and Kate abandon Stanley and move to the US.

September 2024. Liam and Kate adopt a dog from a rescue in Miami.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Idk if it's just me but I LOVE the idea of the riddlers with a pet dog(most likely a small breed)that is there best friend and major weakness (I like to think there dynamics would be similar to Holt and cheddar from Brooklyn 99)but what do you think? How would the riddlers be with a pet dog?

"Riddlers with Dogs" Riddler Party Ask

Okay so I only ever saw like one or two episodes of B99 so I had to look up a Cheddar compilation. But I was chanting "dog" over and over again for this ask. Very excited. How they are with a pet dog plus the breed/mix.

Tw: animal abuse/neglect

Gotham

English bulldog mix. He gained a fondness for them after meeting Edward (Oswalds dog) a while back. Once he's further along in his career and he knows he can manage the care given his sometimes erratic schedule, he goes to Gotham animal shelter and finds a stunning lad to take home. And, in honor of his sometimes companion (sometimes lover), he names the dog Oswald.

Oswald hates this. He rolls his eyes once he finds out.

Oswald (the dog) gets a stunning green leather collar with a golden question mark tag along with his actual name and rabies tags. The inside is very soft for Edward's special little boy.

This dog is so fucking spoiled. Edward cooks it special meals to reduce gas problems associated with the breed and keep his weight in control. There's fancy fresh food in the fridge for when he doesn't have the time to cook and meal prep. Special wipes for his skin folds. Oatmeal and milk baths for Oswald's skin.

He gets the dog a special fucking pillow when he hears Oswald (the dog) snoring when he sleeps. His vaccine and medical records are meticulously kept. Yes he sleeps in the bed with Edward, usually curled into the small of Edward's back once he turns on his side. His need for a particular schedule is so nice with a dog because despite how lazy Oswald (the dog) is, he follows Edward religiously.

60s

Older corgi mix. Goofy looking, huge fluffy butt, and has ripped Batman's cape before. Straight up dug his teeth in and acted as though he was at least twice his size. This clever and handsome chap comes to be known as Pascal. He just sort of showed up one day in the middle of Riddler's heist.

Pascal is a speedy little old man, sometimes being used as a very short legged scout for Edward's schemes. Sometimes Edward wonders where his fluffy companion came from with his specks of grey fur and wizened eyes. One time on a very peculiar little adventure outside of Gotham in a rural part of the U.S., Pascal leaves the safe comforts of their vehicle to herd sheep out of the road. Then he hops back up and looks to Edward as if to say "I fixed it for you."

He's likely to have the most reminiscent relationship to the B99 dynamic where, if another villain tried to use Pascal as a bargaining tool, Edward would inevitably turn to Batman to save his little buddy! He can't just risk Pascal getting hurt! and he needs his arthritis medication soon or his joints will ache- His JOINTS, Batman!

As sad as it is to think of a beloved pet passing on, Pascal gets to live his last years loved and pampered. Warm. No pain and definitely never bored. There's a lot of wild adventures this old man gets to have. When he goes of old age, most of the rogues gallery and even Batman and Robin themselves attend the service.

Zero Year

Oh. He got a doberman. Intelligent. Sleek. Intimidating looking. He even named her Minerva. He was expecting a guard dog that stood wise as an extension of himself.

What he actually got: Neurotic. Separation anxiety. Practically jumps into his arms when it rains because she can't stand getting her feetsies wet. He does realize the irony of this given he'd flooded the city at one point. He opts to buy her little rain booties.

He chose not to have her docked or clipped- In truth, he was planning on the appointment when she was a puppy but last minute changed his mind because he thought of her cute floppy ears and curled tail being gone. If you ask, he'll say it's because he realized it was illogical since she's not a show dog and it has no known health benefits. It's bullshit.

She has emeralds in her collar. Highly trained in the sense that she never makes a mess in the house and drops anything she's not supposed to chew on. That and, despite her real nature, she can put on a show with her teeth on command to scare any idiots off.

What they don't see is her wagging, thumping tail when he info-dumps to her. Or practices lines. One of the few creatures on the Earth that truly doesn't care what a narcissist he is. His beautiful Minerva.

BTAS

Some kind of chihuahua-terrier mix. She shivers a lot. Edward takes the dog in from the shelter shortly after one of his stints in Arkham. Trying on taking a new leaf. Again. Maybe an animal dependent on him will keep him on his toes. She has a partly white fur pattern that reminds him of a lab coat. He names her Curie.

Given her namesake, Edward has taught her several commands in French if for no other reason then he thinks it's cute. There's something about saying, "Curie, allons y-" And hearing the pitter patter of her claws on the tile and wood floors.

He is that guy who buys his dogs clothes. In fairness, it's because she actually gets cold in the Gotham winters. Logically, that means she needs cute sweaters and coats! And little shoes for when it snows. Honestly, she's going to be absolutely darling and the envy of all the neighbors.

He loves cuddling in his lap when he's working on stuff. It's funny, she's almost like a house cat when she does that.

Will commit unspeakable acts if someone tried to cause harm to Curie.

Arkham

You ever see one of those snaggle-tooth little dogs missing a damn eye and you have no idea how old it is? The scruffiest little mutt you've ever seen. Breed is indistinguishable but it's on the smaller end. Wiry coat, looks like something just pulled from the dryer.

This little creature stumbles upon him shaking and soaking wet from a storm during the events of Arkham City. He almost feels pity for it, barely able to see due to the matting over it's face. He wonders briefly if it was a runaway or a dump. He pulls a small bit of jerky he still has in his pocket from earlier and gives it to the pup.

What he doesn't expect is for it to follow him. Even as he tries to shoo it away. No more food, you mangy mutt! Yet it continues to follow. Edward shuts the door to his hideout on it. He can see it on cameras waiting out there for him to come back.

With a frustrated sigh, he eventually opens the door and allows the creature in. Gives it a choppy but functional haircut to get rid of any matting. Feeds it whatever food he can find that won't make the dog sick. Eventually he finds out the dog is a male, maybe a year old.

He dubs the puppy Asimov after writer and biochemistry professor Isaac Asimov. He acts as though he doesn't care for the dog much, but every once in a while he praises Asimov for the little tricks he's learned and the cleverness he exhibits. He'd probably stomp someone to the ground if they tried to take this dog from him.

Telltale

Basset Hound. He got ownership of this dog by complete accident. Basically he was on his revenge mission, taking down someone involved in keeping him trapped by SANCTUS- He didn't realize the person had a dog. So now he was in a room with a corpse who failed his riddle and there was a very curious dog that wanted to bark and howl the moment he left the room.

So he took the dog. For everything that Eddie stands for, this dog is the opposite. He's dopey, noisy, and messy. A bumbling creature that lays down to roll over when Eddie asks it to sit. And yet... The moment he can't find something, the dog manages to show up less than two minutes later with it on the ground in front of him, nudging it with his nose.

The dog is named Columbo. Yes, after the tv show detective. He thinks it's funny given the dogs propensity for finding "evidence" where no one else can. Plus, Columbo on the show had a basset hound. It fits. No, Eddie is not a nerd, how dare you.

The dog has a special dog bed on the floor at the foot of Riddler's bed. He's very strict on places the dog can be and where it can sit and lay. He's a strong believer that dogs shouldn't just hang out on furniture. This is struck out when there are thunderstorms because Columbo will howl and cry until he's allowed to bury into the bed under the covers with his dad.

For every complaint he might have about the dog, Eddie absolutely shows him off and brags. They start to resemble each other in their wrinkles.

2022/Nashton

Pitbull mix. She was chained up, cropped ears and way too thin. He'd found her while doing recon on some low level mook for one of Gotham's drug lords. He looked into those big sad eyes, and he managed to sneak her home. He names her Ada Lovelace or just Ada after the first computer programmer.

It was actually difficult at first because she was fear aggressive and very shy. Lots of snapping at him and trying to hide. He understood that feeling. With a lot of patience and him teaching her that he's not a threat, this pittie would become a wiggly lovebug that tackles him at night once he comes home from riddler nonsense. Full slobber on his glasses.

Ada helps with his depression because unlike the rats (unfortunately) she can cuddle with him at night and ooze devotion and love at her master. There's something so healing about the unwavering loyalty and warmth a dog can offer. Plus he can tell her anything and she still just rolls on top of him wanting belly rubs.

He would kill someone for this dog. If anyone hurt her, he would probably torture them on stream and make it A Thing that they were a dog abuser before rocking their shit. Then full body hugs his baby while she wiggles in his arms.

[crinkled-emotions]

OK ok ok ok I'm TRYING to remain calm over the puppy (lol not working)

It can me a prompt idea. I don't know if you're taking on requests still.....

Bradley's childhood dog that Mav had kept over the years passes away a couple of months after the mission and him and Mav making up so B did get some time with him. (Yeah the dog was a very good healthy boy that lived to about 20😅) And then I'm thinking maybe Hangster vibes, Jake buys him this puppy to cheer him up 😭😭🥰🥰

Quick little one while I work on the Slider fic from March (I know, I'm crying about it too, I am in the process of getting some shit sorted and I kept getting writer's block)

Funny story, my childhood dog was a mutt and he actually lived until he was seventeen. He survived being lost in Melbourne, a fight with a bulldog (which he actually won?) and being run over by a tractor. His name was Jack and I miss him sm but now I have Boss who is the biggest shithead ever (see: video of him yowling and then getting zoomies)

Brisket is... potentially the cutest puppy I've ever seen (I'm only saying that because I didn't know my dog until he was 6 months old lmao, I may continue to be biased) and I feel like he matches the shithead energy (affectionate) Glen has deep down... anyway! On to the fic!

CW: the passing of a beloved pet

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"Holy shit, Jet's still here?!"

Bradley dumped his duffel bag on the floor and barrelled over to the dog asleep on Maverick's kitchen floor, gently kneeling and extending his hand first just in case the dog didn't recognise him. Instead of getting a growl or maybe even a head lift, the dog lazily thumped his tail and stretched out.

"Jet is nearly sixteen, his hearing is pretty much gone and before I left he walked into my leg."

Maverick's own luggage hit the floor and he made his way over, pressing a kiss to Rooster's hair and then heading for the kitchen. Jet's ears pricked up and he was gone in seconds, trotting off to follow Maverick in hopes of some kitchen scraps. Rooster trailed after him, taking a seat at the island and accepting the cheese sandwich passed to him. He pretended not to see the spare piece "dropped" to the floor where Jet was sitting at his godfather's feet.

"I didn't think he was still alive," Bradley murmured between bites of sandwich. Maverick hummed, reaching down to give the older dog a pat.

"Well, I'd say he knew you'd come home when you were ready, and he wanted to see that."

Maverick then glanced up at Rooster, and rounded the corner to hug him.

"Glad you're home, kid," he murmured.

"Thanks for letting me back in, Mav."

-

As per usual, Jake was wearing his usual shit-eating grin when Bradley got home, sitting on their couch with a book, the football on in the background and a beer in his lap. Peak Seresin behaviour.

"Hey, baby. How was Mav?"

"Uh, good, my dog from right before I left is still alive."

"Jet?"

Jake tossed the book to the coffee table, carefully putting his beer down to extend his arms to his boyfriend. They kissed and then Bradley flopped down beside him, taking the beer for himself.

"Yeah, did I ever tell you the story of Jet?"

"Getting childhood stories from you is like pulling teeth, Roos," Jake replied. That got him a glare, followed by an eye roll and then Bradley leaned into his side.

"So, my mom, she died when I was fifteen, right? And I wasn't coping all that hot. Mav was getting called away on deployments because he can't follow the rules and I think he worried that me staying with Ice all the time was displacing... so one night he comes home after work with this puppy. It pissed everywhere and I'm pretty sure he chewed at least three pairs of Mav's boots, but Jet was what I needed when talking to people or even thinking of going to a therapist would be enough to send me into a panic attack."

"I didn't know you were that anxious," Jake murmured, reaching over to push his fingers through Bradley's curls.

"I'm not; it was the grief and I was constantly moving between Mav's, Ice's, even Penny's, once, when Mav and Ice were in the shit together."

"I can't even imagine- wait... the Ice? As in Iceman?"

"Yes, Jake. Keep up, babe."

-

Sitting in Maverick's kitchen, there was silence. Jake, Bradley and Maverick were all in various positions, but Jake had a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder and Maverick was waiting for what he was thinking was going to be another fight.

"Was it quick?" Bradley asked quietly. Maverick nodded, eyes on the floor. Despite knowing he wasn't in trouble, the worst feeling in the world was Bradley being upset with him and Bradley was giving off those vibes.

"He went in his sleep, the vet said. It was age, he wasn't in pain."

"I need him," Bradley murmured. Jake rubbed between his shoulders, sighing as he turned to Maverick.

"Have you already buried him?"

"I was waiting for you two to get here."

Jet was gone. After sixteen years, he was gone. Bradley was staring at the island counter, brows furrowed, and he finally glanced up at Mav.

"Let's just do it now, what's another one to bury?"

"Roo-"

"-Bradley-"

He held up a hand, effectively stopping his boyfriend and godfather.

"No, let's just do it."

-

It had been a couple of months, and whilst he'd given Bradley some time to grieve, Jake was getting the itch to get him a little surprise... no, not the sexy surprise, hEY- get your head out of the gutter! Before Bradley found out Jet was still alive they'd been talking about getting a pet once they'd moved in together properly. Jake had been more or less living at Bradley's for almost a year, so when his lease came up for renewal he didn't hesitate to cancel it at Bradley's insistence that he move in for real. Jake was surprised at how much Jet's passing had affected his boyfriend, but he understood the underhanded grieving of his mother all over again that was associated with the pet. He didn't want to overstep, but- well. It just so happened a local shelter was having an adoption drive over the weekend while Bradley went to an event with Maverick for TOPGUN. Perfect timing, if you ask him.

"B, you home?"

"Here."

Bradley waved from the desk in the living area, huffing at the computer in front of him. He was working through some documents by the look on his face, and Jake cleared his throat as he knelt on the ground to put the item in his arms down.

"I, uh, went to the store."

"What, did you forget cheese again? You know how I feel about cheese."

"Yeah, I also know how your stomach feels about cheese. Admit you're lactose intolerant already."

Bradley closed the laptop and wheeled around before Jake was even slightly ready and immediately his eyebrows shot up.

"The store, huh?"

"I never said which store," Jake grinned. He glanced up at Bradley, sending him a cautious smile.

"This little guy doesn't have a name, and he's not to replace Jet, but I felt like the house had been a little too quiet lately- oof! Oh, okay, this is nice. Hey, can you hug the puppy too? I think he'd like that."

Bradley pulled away from Jake's shoulder to give him a kiss, and then knelt by the tiny puppy yapping at their feet.

"Hey, hey, shhhhhh..."

The dog darted around his feet before Bradley carefully caught him and lifted him to his chest, grimacing at the wet licks on his neck.

"The first time Mav ever picked up Jet, the dog pissed all down his shirt," he murmured, laughing to himself. Jake snorted, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.

"Do you want to give him a name?"

"What do you think?"

"Well, you named Jet after your love for the air, so..."

Jake beamed.

"Oh, I think I know the perfect name."

-

"Oh my god, look at you! Hi Roo- gimme the puppy, holy shit!"

Phoenix darted around Rooster's offer of a hug when he opened the door, taking the puppy from his arms and giving kisses to his nose. The puppy yapped and his tail was wagging a million miles an hour at the excitement.

"B! Is that the dog again?"

Jake came down the stairs, rounding the corner to look for the puppy.

"Hey, Tooster! C'mere, dude!"

The puppy barker from Phoenix's arms. She couldn't help the way she gaped between her best friend and Hangman, before she smirked.

"Jake, you didn't."

"I did, but I'd like some clarification on what exactly I did."

"Rooster and Tooster?"

"He goes by Toaster a majority of the time, he burns energy and farts all the damn time so the house is full of hot air."

Phoenix stifled a snort, and then buried her face into the puppy's fur to stop laughing. Jake and Bradley exchanged a look, and then Bradley smacked his ass on his way to the kitchen.

"He loves cheese, and naps, and doing zoomies around Jake's feet in the kitchen."

"Ha, Roos, he's you."

"I'm not allowed to discuss the resemblance, I get sex-iled," Jake grumbled.

-

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🍦🫐🍮 vatred+murderface? !!!

under the cut!

🍦 - what's your f/o's favorite way to show affection? are there any little things they do to indicate their appreciation for you?

vatred: words of affection and acts of service!! vatred is a vocal boyfriend and will not let me REST until he knows how much he loves me at least every hour on the hour. he also is a terminal Guard Dog Boyfriend and takes advantage of his ridiculously large stature to help me in any way he can (picking me up and carrying me when im tired, getting things i can't reach)

murderface: touch and gift giving. he's rich after all, it makes sense one of his love languages is showering me in gifts LOL. i have to get him to tone it down early on in our relationship but he still will buy things if he notices i really like them

🫐 - what's your sleeping arrangement with your f/o like? do you share a bed? do they cuddle you, or talk in their sleep?

vatred: when we share a bed (we do not live together) we cuddle :) usually i sleep with my head against his chest or he spoons me. he used to snore louddd but he seems to only do it when he's stressed? not sure why that is though

murderface: i spoon him. at first he insisted on him being the big spoon only because it only makes sense for the more masculine of us to do so but he got over that real quick once he realized how much he liked being spooned LMFAO

🍮 - what's something you do that always makes your f/o smile, and/or vice versa?

vatred: he likes watching me eat salad cause i stuff my cheeks with lettuce like a rabbit. i like when he gets really embarrassed and he starts looking around the room and goes "ahhh golly/gee/jesus/i don't know" like ITS SO CUTE...GRAH

murderface: i like watching him tune his bass / his guitar cause he makes a specific focused scrunched up face when he does it and i think its very cute he looks like a bulldog puppy. he likes when i walk around a room in mordhaus with tile / cold floors on my tip toes he thinks its cute

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What Is a Micro Bully Puppy?

Micro Bullies represent one of the recent and most in-demand hybrid breeds in the American Bully family. These dogs closely resemble their larger counterparts but are the smallest and lightest version of the breed. Instead of being purebred, a Micro Bully is a combination of a Pocket Bully and a Patterdale Terrier. To elaborate further, the Pocket Bully, sometimes called a Pocket Pitbull, is a crossbreed of an American Bully and a Patterdale Terrier, resulting in a smaller size compared to the Standard Bully. The Micro Bully maintains the robust Bully appearance but is intentionally bred to be even smaller by introducing another Terrier into the mix. These hybrids fall under the category of Exotic Bully breeds and gained recognition as a distinct breed around 2008, with the Micro Bully being the latest addition.

This lineage of dogs is highly sought after due to their attractiveness, intelligence, and family-friendly nature. Similar to other designer-cross breeds like the Labradoodle and Cockapoo, blending the American Bully with the Patterdale Terrier allows for the preservation of familiar features while incorporating other desirable traits. Consequently, there is a growing interest in acquiring this remarkable hybrid, which offers the strongest and most compact version of a Bully dog currently available.

Know About A Bully Dog

A Bully dog, also referred to as a Bully Pit, Exotic, or Extreme Bully, originated in the 1980s in the United States and officially became a recognized breed in 2004. The term "Bully Dog" is a broad description encompassing various dogs characterized by a muscular and blocky appearance. This term includes dogs with "bull" in their names, such as the American Pitbull, French Bulldog, and the English Bulldog. Some believe that the American Bulldog, Old English Bulldog, and Staffordshire Bull Terrier contributed to the development of the American Bully breed.

Distinguishing between the different types of Exotic Bully breeds within the American Bully bloodlines can be perplexing. As this is a relatively recent breed with evolving standards, references to authorities like the American Bully Kennel Club can clarify the primary distinctions in breed types. It's crucial to recognize that Micro, Standard, Pocket, and XL Bullies essentially represent the same dog, differing only in height. In contrast, the Classic Bully is distinguished by its particular type.

The Size Of Classic Bully, Pocket, and Micro Bully Puppy

The Classic Bully is a bit smaller than the standard American Bully, standing 16-20" tall, and weighing less than 60 lbs.

Pocket Bullies, are 14-19" tall, with weight varying based on their muscular build. Retaining the strong qualities cherished by bully breed enthusiasts, these dogs are occasionally known as Pocket Pitbulls or Shorty Bullies.

The Micro Bully is a smaller category within Pocket Bullies, staying under 16" tall and weighing less than 50 lbs when fully grown. Despite their size, they have a sturdy and muscular build, inheriting traits from Exotic Bully breeds but in a more compact form. 

These dogs are great for smaller homes or yards, fitting in well with families. They are often referred to as Miniature Pitbulls, but it's essential to distinguish them from the separate Pitbull and American Bully breeds.

The Cost Of A Micro Bully Puppy

The cost of a Micro Bully puppy depends on your plans for the dog. If you're getting one for breeding from a top-notch bloodline, it will be more expensive compared to a puppy intended as a family pet. It's crucial to buy from a trustworthy breeder to avoid getting a larger Bully falsely labeled as a Micro. For instance, Venom, a well-known Micro Exotic Bully in the United States, produces similar puppies that can begin at approximately $9,000.