#english spaniel

[andallshallbewell]

[largemouthbassnation]

Pheasant Hunting with Springer Spaniel! Quick Limit! Flush & Retrieve!!

Veterans Day 2022 Pheasant Hunt with my 18-month-old English Springer Spaniel Reese. Birds held tight and … source

[ghosted-jazz]

Did Cosmo and Wanda have a fairy Timmy back in the day? I hadn't watched A New Wish yet but iirc their relationship was strained by Timmy, I think because of the whole "no one aged for 50 years" thing in Timmy's Secret Wish. So would that mean Timmy messed up their marriage?

Yep! Timmy was Cosmo and Wanda's first fairy!

Cosmo and Wanda were newly weds with no support systems thus miserable enough to get their own fairy!

For the first few years, the three of them were perfect but Timmy overstayed his welcome, none of them wanting to lose this new family they created. Timmy used his magic to try and force a magic solution to make Cosmo and Wanda happy again, to varying levels of success.

New fairy management notices that Cosmo and Wanda seem to be getting more miserable despite having Timmy, so they get assigned a new fairy:

Chloe is here to fix all of Timmy's mistakes. But their happy little family isn't going to be separated so instead of being replaced, Timmy and Chloe end up as coworkers.

But even with two fairies, Cosmo and Wanda keep getting more miserable. With a fresh new set of eyes and someone to talk to, Timmy finally admits that the Fairywinkle-Cosmas might be better off without him since most of their conflict does seem to revolve around magic. So both Chloe and Timmy resign, erasing Cosmo's, Wanda's, Poof's Peri's and Sparky's memories of magic.

That day, the Fairywinkle-Cosma's pet goldfish, the one they got when they got their first house, dies. The whole family is very torn up about it, crying even though they don't know why they feel so strongly about losing this goldfish.

As for the whole 50 year time loop thing:

After granting that accidental wish, Timmy does not come clean about it for 50 years in fear of getting into trouble. A swap version of Timmy's Secret Wish does happen and undoes the time loop but yep, that wish absolutely contributed in the decline of their marriage. Not that Cosmo and Wanda would remember it anyways

[fidgetspringer-art]

-Summit-

[pawsitivevibe]

A gentleman about town.

[livecrow]

Gundog!Soap's errand gets derailed when he catches the scent of a fat bird. A "retriever" retrieves.

Shifter/Hybrid Soap x fat reader

Soap’s popping down to the shops.

He just needs to pick up an ingredient for dinner last minute. Ghost isn’t home yet, so he’s off the lead. Unsupervised. Normally, they’d get the messages together, but he only needs one thing. He could manage it. It wouldn’t be more than a wink.

But as he mills about, he can’t help feeling off.

Like he really is a dumb dog wandering around without his owner, his lead might as well be dragging on the floor behind him, collecting lint and stray bread ties—

It’s turning into one of those days where he feels far more mutt than man. 

Without Ghost’s firm hand grounding him, the place is a cacophony of input. Too many smells, too many sounds, too many colors, too much movement—all melding together into a murky emulsion of stimulus under the glaring LEDs. 

He squints down the vast row of isles for longer than he’ll admit.

Eeigit.

He should have written a note.

Thought he could have remembered one bleedy thing. You dinnae need a list for one thing—

Feeling frustrated and dafty, he resigns himself to traipsing down each aisle and hoping something jogs his memory. Pride wouldn’t let him call up Lt. He’d never hear the end of it. He’s a birddog for chrissake, proper braw at findin’ things—when he knows what he’s fuckin’ looking for. 

Least he can skip the sundries. He knows that much. Soap’s more than happy to avoid the detergent aisle. Stuff is bowfin. Stings his nose, makes his heid ache.

Lot of good his heid was anyway, feeling fuzzy, like it was packed with cotton. Might as well be. Nothin’ else between his ears. Certainly not the one fuckin' thing he pulled on his gutties and left the house for—

He let's loose an irritated huff and it's probably a bit too close to a growl than is wise.

Soap's trying to make good time, but he's a solid four isles in and hasn't had any luck. Eventually, he finds himself staring down a sea of tins. Fruit and veg, beans, and the sort. His eyes scanned the labels, but even readin' was a real Herculean task when he's feeling so out of sorts.

The canine part of him can't be convinced deciphering rows of little lines and squiggles is a proper use of his time. Especially when he could be usin' his nose instead.

Some wee bairn has starts greetin’ a few aise down.

—Green beans, peas, sliced carrots, corn, diced potatoes. Nae, that wasn't it—

....who in their right mind buys tinned tatties?

A passing trolley is making an awful racket. Discordant shrill squeaks and clunks of a stuck wheel scraped against his ear drums.

—It’s definitely not the asparagus—shites mingin’, and that’s fresh. Wouldnae faff about with a recipe that called for that. Cannae think how foul tinned would be… 

Soap sighs in exasperation. As he goes to abandon this aisle, he steps back to turn and bumps into something.

Soft. Soft, soft, softness presses into his hip—

The kind of softness that cradles, that molds around him. Softer than any of his toys. Soft an’ cozy as his own bed, maybe—nae, softer. His bed didn't have the same give, the same wobble. It was a softness that sent a literal shiver up his spine, saliva pooling in his mouth. That smell—

Not something, someone then.

An incidental collision, a bird had been trying to slip by him just as he stepped backwards.

The touch was there and gone in a second but he was mournful for its absence. The scent lingered at least, soothed the whine that crawled into his throat. There was no artifice to it, no acrid chemical edges that came with any fragrance found in a bottle.

You had actually managed to catch him off guard. The shiver that rattled through him began with a slight jolt of surprise at the two of your union. He must have been more out of it than he thought, he hadn't even noticed anyone else in the aisle. He'll never get used to being startled, but he wouldn’t hold that against you.

“Oh, sorry,” you muttered apologetically as you stepped back, embarrassment coloring your face. The contact clearly ruffled your feathers a bit.

Soap’s mouth shuts with an audible click, he hadn’t realized his lips were parted. He hurriedly swallows a completely unadvisable pant in your direction.

“Nae bother, hen,” he blinks. Finally finding his human voice, responding like he's supposed to when he's out and about on two legs. It’s a little breathier, a beat later than he should have responded, lower too. There's a rasp there that chafes the very air. 

...Maybe his head wasn't packed with cotton.

Maybe it was your soft, downy feathers that was muddling him up, making itself a sweet little nest in his cranium—

The bird sends him a polite, restrained smile as it scurries off.

His world narrowed, like he was watching through a spyglass. Or was it a scope? Regardless, everything else but you dissolved into blur, even his peripheral was swallowed up. Framed you in a vignette. Every tiny aspect of the minute interaction seared painlessly into his mind.

A pretty, fat partridge.

Wandering too close.

Game like that, ambling by all round and plump, right under his snout? Feathers close enough they almost tickle his nose—

It's instinct, ya ken?

Mind, for a dog that retrieves quarry, it’s in his nature. Cannae help it anymore than the shade of his coat. So, is it the dog's fault then, when he lunges? Snatches the bird up, into his warm mouth? Firm and soft all at once. The delicate control from a pup that can cradle a raw egg without fracturing the shell. When he brings it back to his master, tail waggin’ as he’s done a hundred other times?

Nae. Noone’d blame him.

He can already practically feel the pantomime thumping of your frantic heartbeat in his mouth—echoing his own excited pulse. 

Soap’s keen eyes never left his prey, even as your back was foolishly to him. His hind paws were already ahead of his brain, he followed, trailing at a distance. Stalking.

Thing should know better, he might have been a wolf. You’d have waddled straight into it's gaping maw, mistake the canines for stalactites and his tongue for a cozy spot to lay your little head.

But no, he’s no wolf. He’s safe. Won't take a bite out of you. He's a good boy— 

Good dog.

Bird dog. A Gordon Setter, Si says.

A jack of all trades, proficient at tracking, pointing, and retrieving. A soft-mouth breed. That’s very important. Most dogs cannae do what he can. Pick up a bird without pricking it. Ghost has been working with him, trainin’ him up. Helping him be more patient, learn new tricks.

Your scent—it was so hard to describe, but he luxuriated in it, nose twitching. It was warm, but not torrid. Sweet, but not cloying. Rich, but not heavy—

Familiar, somehow. Like a childhood lovey. Cheek-worn and supple as a lamb's ear. 

He’s struck by a piercing déjà vu.

It should have confounded Soap—but it didn’t. It just was. The strange mix of familiarity and unfamiliarity that shouldn’t normally coexist. He didn’t know you, nae. But it felt like he should. Maybe he’d seen you in a dream? Some sticky remnant from a past life? Nothing else could explain the strength of the reaction that gripped him by the scruff. Commanded him to “fetch”.

...He’s doin’ so well. Being so, so careful—game’s normally still, after all. Not wriggling about anymore. Is much more effort to control his grip on a bird thas tryin' to fly away.

Thing squealing like a squeaky-toy doesn’t help, zaps somethin' in his brain, even though he’s hardly pressing. Ghost will look at you an’ see there’s no teeth marks on you. He’s being good. Knows better. Not even a tiny nibble. 

Soap's so pleased.

Only wish he'd had his tail out, so he could articulate his excitement properly.

He’ll take you home and keep you. Rest a heavy paw on you when he wants you to stay put. Carry you round the house with him. Share his food with you. Show you his other toys. Only roughhouse gently, like he would a puppy. Bat you around a bit. Paw at you real gentle like. This soft, living squeaky-toy that he can nap with. Even let you nest in his own bed, tucked under his chin. He’d only ever mouth at you gently, you'd learn you wouldn’t have to fear his teeth. He’d rasp his tongue over you, help you preen yer pretty feathers.

He ached to sigh happily against you, rut his face against you. Wanted all the rest of his sighs to be against you, pressed into your skin. Nose at your crown, in your neck, on your squishy belly. He’s curious where on you that scent would be the strongest.

Ghost will be so proud when he sees, went he lays you proudly at his feet—

You'll like his owner. He'll pet you real nice. Ghost always knows the right spot, even before you do. Thoughtful.

So thoughtful that he won't even mind that he'll have to sort something else out for dinner.

[paw--on--heart]

I love this picture of a dog from Wikipedia so much

[halfbaked00q]

in love w @cicerfics's "give Bond a government(Q)-assigned therapy dog - I mean obv you are providing the dog with therapy not the other way around-" so I decided to look up some common breeds of bomb dogs in the UK cuz all I know is GSD but I wanted options, and one of the results is a springer spaniel. and yea okay, okay, I can get behind this!

Excellent dog and I love that it's, like. a smaller-ish medium size dog, like smaller than a GSD. like yes the idea of Bond walking w a GSD or malinois or sth along those lines would be in line with the bad boy macho superspy image. But! Imagine him instead walking around with a lil dude like this!!!! lol:

What extra sold me on this is was an excellent example I found in Buster, who was a Royal Air Force Police Arms and Explosives Search Dog & said to have served more tours than any other military dog. Here are pics of him:

What an excellent lil dude.

And also!! Plus !!!! look what ALSO came up when I searched springer spaniel!!! :

Wiltshire Police 'Digi-dogs' trained to sniff out technology

They're trained to sniff out hard drives, USB sticks, and SIM cards, are they? 👀 well well well sounds very topical

Maybe this can be the Tasks that Bond decides to take on w his retired buddy to like, give 'em further enrichment.

Actually wait, no this should be something Q brings up to Bond. Maybe Bond is grumbling like couldn't Q haven't gotten him a more dignified breed like a GSD or malinois or something, and Q is like nonsense, English springer spaniels make excellent sniffer dogs, they've even been trained up to sniff out tech, there was this article on it on the BBC etc. and Bond is like hm,. well if he's gonna be stuck w this Creature then he might as well put 'em to work and see if he can, in fact, teach an old dog new tricks - simultaneously giving 'em a new lease on life and also fulfilling some of that Drive to Work need that working dogs, even retired ones have, but in a way where the dog can get more Tasks in everyday life.

(Q did in fact do this on purpose to seed the idea in Bond's head but make him think it was his own idea - so that he would be more receptive to it and also so he would throw himself into this task with his fiendish laser-focused determination).

Anyway lol. Here's how my "Q telling Bond 'I'm so proud of the progress he - I mean the dog - is making'" idea which yes I am In Love With and determined to make Happen, can still win--

[acutely-autistic]

Pictures under cut

Topan of @poodletime

Maya of @muttsandmustelidae

Tristan of @doomspaniels

Riley of @horse-heaven

Whim of @release-the-hound

Røst of @fidgetspringer

Tessa of @acutely-autistic

[onlyspans]

Arthur Wardle. Field Spaniels of the Twentieth Century. 1906. Oil on Canvas (Springer Spaniel, Field Spaniel, English Cocker Spaniel, Clumber Spaniel and Sussex Spaniel)

[dogfancier]

Champions of the Dog World at Crufts, published in the Illustrated London News, 1906

[s-u-w-i]

Next bunch of the Dogs in Clothes series! Originals of these are also for purchase ✨ Only Brittany left! 30USD is the minimal price (shipping included). All the earnings will be sent to a charity, partly to help abandoned people and partly to abandoned dogs. 🐕 Anyone eager to adopt one of the dogs message me here or at s.u.w.i@email.cz  Thank you! I’m very glad to see that you seem to be enjoying them (I’m also enjoying drawing them) and thank you so much for adopting all of the first bunch! 

[thesixthduke]

[theicecreampup]

Introducing Sundae’s new sibling Odyssey! Born May 7 2024. Odyssey will be coming home on the 12th. He and Sundae are second cousins on their moms’ side and third cousins on their dads’ side. Can’t wait to bring this little guy home!

[muttsandmustelidae]

i’m bored and wanna hear people talk about their favorite dogs so..

Dogblr, what are the top 5 breeds you are currently most interested in owning? Doesn’t have to be in any particular order! I’ll go first:

1.) Boykin Spaniel

2.) Field Spaniel

3.) Bracco Italiano

4.) English Cocker Spaniel

5.) Working Clumber Spaniel

Bonus points if you add why these particular breeds appeal to you!

[pawsitivevibe]

No longer a stinky gross boy. That freshly bathed and blown out look is 🤌