#doggie dog world..

[ectoman]

little winston based on this post. is it obvious i don't draw anthros lol

[ripe]

thegoodhypeofficial on ig

[ditzyclown]

That awkward moment when your ex vessel now annoying usurper commits mitosis or smt am I rite?

Mf put those horns away from the thought bubble!

Off topic I like to think Chivo's crown is pretty silly and enjoys the chaos compared to the lamb's crown

[soft--dogs]

i've been on the hunt for punk letters to sew onto my queer/furry/canine battle jacket to no avail. finally im like, hey, i'm supposedly an artist. i can do that myself lmao i'm waiting for it to dry before i actually sew it on, and i might redo some of the smaller letters to make them fit better. but it was fun, now i'm thinking about other patches to make :3c

[mucseszter22-blog]

Look at the cute little eyes 🥰😍🐶🐕 Dog of the day 🐕🥰🥰🐶

[hellocooperlooper]

My dachshund boy tries to make friends.

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Adorable 🥰

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

THE TIME MY DOG WAS UNDER ACADEMIC PRESSURE.

GUESS WHO CHUGGED DOWN AN ENTIRE CAN OF (POMEGRENATE WINTER EDITION) RED BULL IN UNDER HALF AN HOUR? THIS GUY! IT DIDN'T TASTE LIKE CHERRY PISS SO MY BRAIN DIDN'T REGISTER IT AND I JUST SORTA DOWNED IT.

I'M NOW RUNNING ON CAFFEINE AT A QUARTER TO 4 AM AND SPITE FOR THE EDUCATION SYSTEM.

YOU KNOW WHAT'S FUCKING INSANE EVEN MY DOGGY SISTER, ROXIE (A LOT OF Y'ALL KNOW HER, SHE'S CURRENTLY SULKING FOR FOOD) ISN'T SAFE FROM THE ACADEMIC PRESSURE.

SO, AS MOST OF Y'ALL KNOW, I DROPPED OUT OF DESIGN SCHOOL IN NOVEMBER BECAUSE OF BULLYING ETC. SO THEN THERE I WAS, BACK HOME, TAKING ROXIE DOWN FOR A WALK.

AND I LIVE IN AN APARTMENT. SO WHILE WE WERE GETTING TO THE GATE, THIS PINT-SIZED LIL KID COMES UP TO US. FULL SCHOOL GET UP, BUTTON DOWN, BACKPACK, TIE, BELT, THE WORKS. THE ONLY THING STANDING BETWEEN THIS MINIATURE VICTIM OF INDIAN EDUCATION AND A JOB IN IT AT INFOSYS IS TIME, LIKE THE GOOD OMENS BOOK SAID (KINDA).

IT'S AFTERNOON, SO CLEARLY HE'S BEEN DROPPED OFF AT THE GATE. BEAR IN MIND THIS GUY'S PROBABLY BARELY HIGHER THAN MY KNEE. AND YET I FEAR HIM. WHY? I DO NOT KNOW YET. BUT HE APPROACHES ROXIE AND GREETS HER.

THEN HE SAYS WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO GO TO SCHOOL?

AH, FUCK, I THINK. HERE WE GO. THE APARTMENT NOSIES HAVE BEGUN TO WONDER WHY MY STUPID ASS IS BACK HOME. I SIGH AND SAY, WHO, ME? OUT OF INSTINCT.

AND THIS SHARE-PACK-LAYS-SIZED KID SAYS COOLLY, NO, ROXIE.

HAHA, I THINK, OKAY THAT'S FUNNY. SHE'S NOT, I SAY.

MINI-ENGINEER LOOKS AT ME, FILLED WITH POLITE CONFUSION. SHE DOESN'T GO TO SCHOOL?

I REALISE THIS KID MIGHT ACTUALLY BE SERIOUS. OKAY, CUTE. I REPLY, QUITE REASONABLY, THAT NO SHE DOESN'T.

HE NODS, UNDERSTANDING. SO SHE'S GOING TO START TODAY?

WHAT THE FUCK, I THINK BUT DON'T SAY.

AT THIS POINT, REALISING HE IS DEALING WITH SOMEONE OF INFERIOR INTELLECT TO HIM, THE MICROBE-AU OF STEVE JOBS EXPLAINS PATIENTLY TO ME:

THERE IS A DOG SCHOOL OPENED UP NEAR THE APARTMENT. HE IS GENUINELY CONCERNED FOR ROXIE'S EDUCATION. AND IF SHE HASN'T STARTED ALREADY, CLEARLY SHE MUST BE STARTING TODAY. OR SHE WILL BE BEHIND OTHER DOGS.

IT IS AT THIS POINT THAT I LAUGH AWKWARDLY, QUICKLY MUTTER TO ROXIE TO COME WITH ME IN FRENCH AND WE BOTH SKEDADDLE THE FUCK OUT OF THERE.

HELP THEY'RE TRYING TO GET THE DOGS INTO THE EDUCATION SYSTEM TOO IS NOTHING SACRED ROXIE MAY NOT FETCH BALLS BUT SHE CAN UNDERSTAND ENGLISH, TAMIL, TELUGU AND FRENCH, DOES MOST THINGS WITHOUT ANY TRAINING, CAN RECOGNISE MY MUM'S PHONE BUT NOT A STICK (IT'S FINE, SHE'S GEN ALPHA, IT HAPPENS) AND SHE WOULD ABSOLUTE ROT IN DOG SCHOOL.

BUT HOW WILL SHE MAKE IT IN THIS FAST PACED WORLD WITHOUT HER DOGGY DIPLOMA, HUH? HOW, MAGGOTS?

ONE REBLOG EQUALS ONE COLLEGE CREDIT FOR POOR ROXIE AND HER HOMESCHOOLING (THIS IS A JOKE DO NOT BLOW THIS POST UP I WILL REGRET IT SO MUCH DURING MY CAFFEINE CRASH DO NOT TOUCH THE REBLOG BUTTON)

[blujayonthewing]

[guy who lives in lowkey constant fear of being flanderized and infantalized and flattened and misunderstood and not taken seriously as an entire human person with complex thoughts and feelings in real life] yeah I dunno why I feel so strongly and get so defensive about Fantasy Racism and fantasy-race stereotyping it's just a really big sticking point for me for some mysterious reason

[frank3nfr0ggi3]

[rubyfunkey]

no shame in this but the phrase is dog eat dog, not doggy dog (not trying to embarrass u, love your art)

thank you ! <3

[elias-the-scribe]

Earthbound Stars part 2

I know it's been a while, sorry about that, but have a new bit! Did I look at the Wikipedia page for eggplants to figure out how people would refer to them in Greece for a single line? Yes I did! Anyway, behold, a very long boy. Lengthy even, dare I say... tol. Story starts under the keep reading thingy

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The worryingly dark clouds hadn’t started to storm when Arum arrived at his aunt’s building. The air smelled like rain and lightning, but he couldn’t say that he minded. He’d spent so many long nights just listening to the rain on his window. It was the one thing that could get him to sleep when all else failed.

A crack of thunder made him frantically scuttle under the awning of a nearby shop. Dammit, is it going to start pouring? He thought miserably. Just my luck.

“Arum! Stop moping under there and come inside.” Lena leaned on the door frame of the front door with a teasing smile.

“I’m not moping! I’m- uh- brooding. That’s what I’m doing, and all the cool people do it too.” He felt himself smile, his aunt always knew how to make him smile.

“I suppose you’re the exception to that?” Arum gasped in mock offense, while Selena continued, “Now, come inside before you get soaked.” He did, barely making it through the doorway before the sky opened up and dumped an ocean’s worth of water down.

“Guess Zeus was waiting for me to get inside.” He laughed a little, when Lena just rolled her eyes.

“I bet you’re his favorite too.” She remarked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“You’re so mean to me.”

“If I was mean, I wouldn’t have made moussaka, with only potatoes, for dinner.”

“You remembered!” He gasped, just happy she had remembered his absolute hatred for aubergines.

“Of course I did. You’re my favorite nephew.”

“Aww… wait a second.” He narrowed his eyes, “I’m your only nephew.”

“Exactly, that’s why you’re my favorite.” Lena said with a sly grin, which turned to laughter at Arum’s lamenting.

“Now,” she said, once Arum was finished despairing about his life, “stairs or elevator?”

“Hmm, a deathtrap or fire hazard, what amazing choices.” His leg gave a throb of pain, making the decision easy. He walked towards the elevator, “plummeting to my death sounds festive.”

“You’ll be fine, you drama king.”

“You are so mean to me!!”

“You’ll live.”

“Unless the elevator thinks differently.”

The dull light flickered when they went into it, casting everything in a sickly yellow, and the button for the floor didn’t work the first few tries. Selena punched it and the elevator finally lurched to life.

“So,” Selena started once the elevator doors had closed with a worrying screech, “I never got to meet that girlfriend of yours.”

“He dumped me.” He watched as her face go through just about every emotion in the span of three seconds.

“Oh, oh… oh” The rest of the agonizingly slow ride was awkwardly silent.

After Lena had stopped them from getting soaked in the storm, Ori and Vera played cards on the floor in the middle of the apartment. It was a cozy place, if a little small. There were lots of blankets and pillows for blanket forts and sleepovers. The walls were covered in art work made by Lena's friends and pictures of Ori growing up alongside Vera and Arum.

The air always held the scents of what was cooking (currently: moussaka) and the sounds of the neighbors drifted through the thin walls. Luckily, their next door neighbors were quiet most of the time, and one was a musician. He didn’t take requests, much to everyone’s (mostly Ori’s) disappointment. He could, however, be bribed with cookies to play a song or two.

While Lena was getting Arum, the two kids had devolved into arguing over the card game they made up for a school assignment. Was it technically supposed to be on one of the historical figures they had been learning about? Yes, but the two managed to argue that technically the assignment did not say when the figures had to be from… or if they existed.

So, they got to do their project on the myths Selena and Iris, Vera’s mother, would tell them. Arum calls it, “would you two shut up already. It’s a game you both made up.” or “would you stop playing your argument game?” Both of those are too long of a name, but neither of them can come up with a different one, so Arguments: The Game was born.

The door opened to grace the pair of adults to the children’s bickering as always.

“Heracles could probably beat Polyphemus! He got the underworld doggie out of the underworld!” Vera declared, placing down the hand drawn card.

“Polyphemus is smart, and I don’t think the dog is all that smart.” Ori countered, already getting out their book on myths.

“UM. EXCUSE YOU?! Dogs are so smart! The two dogs I dog sit are so nice and polite and well-trained. Heracles could easily win.” Ori scoffed at that.

“We never saw him fight a humanoid monster! And Polyphemus is the son of Poseidon!”

“Well, Heracles is the son of Zeus!”

“Well-” Arum cut off Ori’s retort with one of his own.

“Vey, Riri, how about we stop yelling at each other and have dinner? Plus, I brought more stickers for you to add to my crutch.” The kids abandoned their game immediately in favor of setting the table. 

Arum sat by the small shrine with a wince as his knee shrieked in pain, barely lessened by his tail working with his more functional leg to lower him to the ground. As usual, there was a bubble of warmth that eased the pain as Arum whispered his prayers. Conversation drifted past as he got lost in the quiet words he uttered. He didn’t know what they meant, but they fit nicely in his mouth. 

Ori watched him quietly for a while before hesitantly standing and kneeling beside him. They lightly leaned on Arum’s shoulder. Arum wrapped his arm around the younger kid as they sat in a comfortable silence, only broken by Arum’s murmurs and Ori humming along to the rhythm. 

Selena watched the two of them until Vey's head popped out from behind her chair. "Mama and Papa are making loukoumades for the festival thingy tomorrow! Want me to bring you some?"

"Ooo yes please, your parents make the best in the city!"

"I'll tell them you said that!"

"Ew no, don't let Iris know I like something she makes. Can't let her know I like something she makes."

"Just Papa then?" Selena pondered that before nodding with a smile.

"Acceptable, want to help me finish up dinner?" Vera, instead of responding, just ran over immediately.

"No." She finally replied while already getting out the ingredients for a fairly simple salad.

"How could you?" Lena gasped, mock offended. "I trusted you!" The kid just giggled.

[sunnibits]

hi hello here’s my propaganda about why owning dogs of two DRAMATICALLY different sizes is the best thing ever:

perks of having a tiny dog: stuffed animal sized (you can hold them like a teddy bear)

perks of having a big dog: body pillow sized (spoonable)

visual evidence:

that is all thank you for coming to my ted talk

[dootznbootz]

As someone with ADHD, you know you're fucking exhausted when you're not even fidgeting. :'D

[mucseszter22-blog]

Happy new year

[thistledropkick]

For anyone wondering what Hiromu's wrist tape said today:

His left hand says 約束 promise

and his right hand says 勝つ win

This little bit in the video before the match was also a dog pun

ワン "wan" is how you say "woof" in Japanese, and it's pronounced like the English word one, so they're fighting the War Dogs to show who is "number wan." Hiromu has also been calling them all "wan-chan" (something like doggy or pupper?) for the entire run-up to this match.