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Safest with You (The Epilogue)

3.2K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: You and Din welcome a new member to your family.

Warnings: All fluff - just the way we started this series! Established relationship, nicknames as usual (Pretty bird, baby).

A/N: A cute little glimpse into the lives of our happy couple around two years after the series finale. 112 Carlota Galgos is a real Galgo rescue in Spain! I won't go into the circumstances that make the rescue work they do so important, but many of you know that I have a greyhound, and the plight of the Galgo is well known in the sighthound community. These dogs deserve the world!! If you have an opportunity to check out organizations that aid Spanish Galgos or even help - I promise these gentle giants deserve it. Lisette is a real galgo I knew! She passed last year and this epilogue is dedicated to her (cute pics included at the end!)

I’m posting this on the one year anniversary of Chapter 1!! I can’t believe it’s been a whole year of writing these bbs 🥹 Thank you thank you everyone who has supported and followed along with this series - you are all as dear to me as Pretty Bird's garlic knots are to Mayfeld 🥹🥰 (I still plan on publishing that recipe!)

Dividers by @saradika-graphics as always! 🥰 / Series Masterlist

Just before your finger is about to press down the call button on the outside of the closed metal gate, you retract your hand and look questioningly at Din.

“How many am I allowed to get again?”

Din stares at you for a second to ascertain if you’re kidding and when he sees you’re not, a little panic sets in on his face, “One, pretty bird.  Just one.”

“But…”

“We only made arrangements with the airline for one, baby.”

You pout a little, but know Din’s right, “Okay. Fine. One.”

Somewhat dejectedly you press the button, though the chorus of barks and yelps from the other side of the gate resulting from the chime of the bell perk you up immediately, and by the time the gate is buzzed open with a loud brrrrzzzt, you’re giddy with excitement again.

This is the last planned destination of the European trip you and Din have been on for the last three weeks, both of you looking forward to flying home in just a few days.

The vacation has been an absolute dream.  You and Din have eaten your way through Amsterdam (Stroopwafels! Bitterballen!), then Paris (Steak frites! Macarons! Croissants!  One, sometimes two baguettes a day!), followed by Rome (Gelato! Pasta until you exploded!), and then finally Barcelona (Paella! Bombas!) before ending up where you are now: Andalucia, Spain, outside the gates of the 112 Carlota Galgos dog rescue.

The happy and excited woofs from the still unseen pups remind you so much of Alfredo.  Gosh, you miss your best guy so much – although, if the daily photos and videos you’ve been receiving are to be believed, he might be hard pressed to leave Paz’s when you get back.  By now a minor celebrity in Din and Paz’s neighbourhood, you’re happy to see that Al’s been making the rounds at the local shops (and accepting generous samples everywhere he goes), enjoying fun road trips to nearby hiking trails, and most importantly, helping Paz cement his image as an attractive, eligible bachelor about town.  You’re sure if you were to peek at Paz’s dating app profile, you’d see it updated with copious pictures of him fawning over your dog. 

Originally, you had been hesitant to have Paz take Al to his place for three whole weeks, wondering if it was better if instead, Paz could come and dog-sit at your and Din’s place – but Al does seem to be adjusting to being away from home just fine.  Though Alfredo is generally super easy going and adaptable, you nevertheless recognized that it had been quite a year of transition and multiple upheavals for your pup and worried about how he might cope with yet another change in scenery. 

Nearly a year ago, you and Din moved in together and Al had been uprooted from the only home he’s ever known.  Though it wasn’t without some understandable disinclination that you left your beautiful and much-loved apartment, both of you agreed it made perfect sense for you to move into Din’s place above Mando’s.  Of course you loved your old place – you had poured so much of your heart and soul into making it your refuge and the perfect home for you and Al, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to regret leaving – Din is your home now, as you are his.   The only safe haven you need is the one with him, and though you’re sure he would have moved without hesitation if you had asked, the idea of Din leaving a residence right above his place of work, in a building he already owned, was too silly to even entertain.

To try and make the adjustment as smooth as possible for his pretty bird, Din had given you free reign to redecorate, bring in your furniture, and make whatever changes you wanted in order to make his, now your, apartment feel more like home.  The third floor of Mando’s would always hold his most cherished memories of his childhood and father – he didn’t need it to look a certain way or have it maintained as some kind of physical shrine in order for that to be true; Din was ready to make a home and new memories with you.  It was sweet and you appreciated the gesture prodigiously, but aside from adding your own bookshelves and swapping out a couch, the only thing you had asked for was a bigger kitchen.  Din had readily agreed and even suggested he build you an expanded closet and turn the second bedroom into a home office-dog den for you and Al.  Din’s enthusiasm and eagerness for the project was enough to have you agreeing to his considerate suggestions.

What had followed was seven months of renovation chaos, living out of and tripping over boxes as a slew of tradespeople and workmen paraded in and out of what was supposed to be your new sanctuary. 

You love Din with all your heart, and one of the things you love most and find endlessly attractive is just how good he is at the things he does: taking care of you and Al, supporting the community, running Mando’s – to say nothing of the skill and prowess he displays in his work in and out of the ring; just the sight of Din running drills with his boxers or deftly commanding the Mandos gets you weak in the knees. 

But elaborate home improvements and remodelling?  Unfortunately, not part of Din’s impressive skill set.  Nor any of the Mandos for that matter.  For two weeks, every Mando on payroll seemed to be over at your place “helping” with measurements and the demolition of the kitchen and the wall between the two bedrooms.  Only after a burst pipe and the subsequent three weeks of living with drying fans running 24/7, did Din concede it was time to call in professionals.  Then came a parade of contractors and their respective plumbers, cabinet guys, drywall, tile and marble contacts, electricians, etc. – who all seemed to owe some kind of “favour” to Boba.  The good thing about that was they were committed to doing a good job; the bad thing was that no one was particularly dedicated to doing a fast job.  For the next five months, you, Din and Al lived in a construction zone of various partially started and finished projects with different strangers coming in and out of your place at all hours of the day – it had stressed Al out endlessly.

A little over half a year after moving in with Din, you hit a breaking point and, with Din’s encouragement, packed a suitcase and took Al to stay at Bea’s until a firm completion deadline could be negotiated with the various contractors.  Din had insisted on staying behind to lead the "negotiations" and "supervise" the follow through; lo and behold, everything had been completed to perfection and cleaned up thoroughly two weeks after.  Upon seeing the beautiful finished space, you finally felt at home – though frustrated, you hadn’t ever been terribly mad about the whole situation, but it had been a very confusing time for your pup.

Din had felt awful – this wasn’t the symbolic big step and storybook start to your lives together that he had envisioned.  You either, if you were being honest, but it genuinely mattered very little in the grand scheme of things; you reminded Din, as the two of you christened every surface of your brand new kitchen, that your lives together had really started a year before moving in together, when he had taken his own big step and shown up outside of your office, making you the promise to be open and honest about everything.

And he had.  Din had forgiven himself and won you back, and these last two years have been the happiest of your lives, even with the renovations. 

In that time a lot’s happened.  Jimmy won another two division championships and moved up a weight class.  Cass announced that her and Rikard were expecting.  Rory’s bridal boutique expanded to a second even more successful location and to her chagrin, she was promoted to manager.  The second book in Bea’s series came out to amazing reviews and the anticipation and hype for the third (due out later this year) was through the roof.  Poe decided to pursue and then successfully obtained his pilot license.  You went up in his Cessna just once – the views had been unforgettable, Lisa getting sick in your lap no lesser so.  Katie guest starred on Law and Order – twice (two different characters).  You met the Mods.  And Al finally settled into his new home, overseeing his new kingdom from the plush and cozy dog den that his dad lovingly built for him.

And now you and Din are about to take another big step together.

Greeted enthusiastically by one of the women who runs the Spanish hunting dog haven with whom you’ve been conversing with over the past few months about adoption, you and Din take a tour of the facility before being led out back to meet the dogs.

Per Elenna’s guidance, you sit in a chair near the water bowls and let the galgos come to you on their own terms.  Some, understandably, are shy and timid, wary of strangers – tentatively, they come and investigate you with their snoots, eventually accepting your gentle pats and scritches once they feel comfortable enough.  Others have no such hesitation - tails wagging, curious and excited, they enthusiastically crowd you, nosing in for pets and try to sniff out the treats you have in your pocket.  Your chest expands, heart nearly tripling in size to see these dogs get to be dogs again, as you rub their little faces and coo endless words of deserved praise at them for their bravery.

Maybe the plane will have room for another crate, you think, or two?  You can’t stop giggling as your face is licked and poked with wet noses, or when those same noses goose your tummy and legs, competing for the attention of your busy hands – you’re in heaven, nearly overwhelmed by all this furry cuteness.  Surely Din cannot possibly expect you to limit yourself to one! Knowing the marshmallow squish that resides beneath his hard and steely frame, you’re willing to bet that Din has already softened his stance on taking home multiple pups.  You crane your neck to see over the dogs, looking around the property to see if you can locate your boyfriend.

To your surprise, you find him not being surrounded by enthusiastic, bounding galgos, but alone - crouching near the ground and gently scratching a smaller fawn coloured dog who’s laying on her side, her slender head lifted just slightly off the ground to lean into Din’s hand.

“That’s Lisette,” Elenna says when she notices you looking at Din and the fawn girl, “she’s just come to us after this last hunting season - we found her in the street with a broken leg.  She’s all healed up now but is still quite skittish, especially around men.  This is actually the first time I’ve ever seen her let a man touch her, never mind a stranger.  Your husband must have a very calming touch.”

“Oh, he’s not my husb-” your voice trails off as you watch Lisette continue to happily receive Din’s attention.  Walking over, you hear him speaking quietly to her in Spanish.

“What are you telling her, Din?”

Din looks up, eyes soft and shiny, “Just telling her what a good girl she is.  That’s she so brave and sweet.  And that she doesn’t have anything to be afraid of anymore.  She’s safe now.”

There is no question as to which (one) dog you’ll be adopting today.

Lisette settles in quickly when you and Din get her back home, especially with Al immediately taking up his role as big brother.  Lisette falls into the easy comfort of following his lead, regularly looking to Alfredo for guidance – he never leads her astray and the two of them become inseparable.  With growing pride, you watch Lisette tentatively explore her new environment and slowly over the next few months, becomes more and more comfortable in her forever home: first your and Din’s apartment, then the gym, whose enthusiastic occupants always greet her like the princess she is, and eventually the entire neighbourhood where she’s never without her protective brother by her side.  When she’s ready, you and Din take her and Al out on further away adventures: to your and Din’s favourite farmers’ market, Poe and Lisa’s (where you learn in their pool that Lisette can swim!) or to Boba and Fennec’s where she can run and play with Mochi and the other Daimyo Dogs.  Your heart positively kvells as Lisette’s confidence grows and she becomes the happy pup she deserves to be, putting her less than ideal start to life behind her.

The only thing you wish you could change, though you would never push, is that Lisette won’t cuddle with you - she only ever cuddles with Din.  You know she loves you, but she’s very much a daddy’s girl and he’s the only one with whom she feels safe enough to have in such close proximity while sleeping or relaxing.  You don’t begrudge Lisette at all for feeling this way; Din is her protector, she trusts him to keep her safe - you understand the comfort of that feeling better than anyone.

And in truth, you love watching them together – seeing your sweet girl so at ease and your strong, formidable warrior melt into a puddle of goo when she burrows into the warmth of his lap.  Din talks to Lisette in Spanish all the time, repeating what he told her back in Andalucia: she’s safe now, she doesn’t have to be scared anymore - this is her home.

Your home feels complete now – there’s nowhere you would rather be than cuddled up on the couch with Din, each respectively loving on the pups that have curled up against you: you, Al and Din, Lisette.

Then one day, you’re on the couch tapping away on your laptop when Lisette saunters up to you.  You rub her little head and give her a little smooch on her snoot as she walks by, fully expecting her to wander away but she surprises you to no end when she hops up on the couch and curls up by your feet.  Terribly delighted but not wanting to spook her, you pretend like it’s no big deal – your heart, however, is doing jumping jacks; looking up with a big smile you see Din nodding encouragingly at the both of you.

And then she does it again.  And again.  At first still staying arms length from you, she inches closer and closer, little by little.  Though your chest is exploding and you want to shout with joy, you always remain calm and give Lisette copious amounts of quiet praise after she’s settled.  To celebrate this progress, Din will eventually come over to shower Lisette with additional treats and Spanish words of adulation that she happily accepts.  Sometimes you even catch him encouraging her before she comes over to you or see her looking back at him for reassurance before she climbs onto the bed or couch to sit with you.  Always her protector, her safe space.

It's slow going, but worth it.

Today, you’re on the couch having just finished a book, funnily enough it’s the most recent in the fantasy series that Din had bought you and your friends on that first day you met nearly four years ago, when you see Lisette moseying on over to you.  You swing your legs off the couch and pat the spot next to you, and to your delight, she hops up and starts to do her little nesting circles, prepping for her laydown spot.  When she finally settles, she lays her little head in your lap and you think your heart might burst.  You look up and see Din, handsome and relaxed, leaning against one of the bookshelves looking at the both of you with an adoring expression on his face.  You beam back - yep, the two of you are his girls.  The ones he takes care of.  Looks after.  Loves.

Lisette nuzzles her furry little face deeper into your thigh and you can’t help but giggle at the sensation.  “Okay, okay,” you chuckle, as if you needed any invitation to pet and love on her.  Dispensing gentle scritches all over her head and little ear rubs, you notice that your sweet girl has an extra collar on.  Normally Lisette wears just a martingale and sometimes nothing at all when she’s at home, but today, she’s got a thin rope collar encircling her neck as well.  Rubbing it between your fingers, you say to Din, “This is pretty!  When did she get this house collar?”

“Got it for her a while ago, but thought I’d wait for the right moment to put it on.  Do you like it?”

Lisette lifts her head and you take the opportunity to take a closer look at the pretty pink collar; admiring the delicate metalware and the luxurious feeling fibres of the rope, you run your fingers over the collar until you get to the small clasp in the front and feel something you don’t expect.  Rotating the collar around Lisette’s slender neck so you can get a better look at the thin object, you gasp when it comes into view.

A diamond ring.

Din, with Al by his side, starts to walk towards you, the look in his eyes clear and so easy to read: Devotion.  Adoration.  Love.

“Pretty bird…” he starts.  Din has an entire speech planned.  He needs to thank you for coming into his life and showing him what true strength and power is.  Grace, honesty, and compassion have been your gifts to him, and he’s a better man, a stronger man, for your kindness and generosity.  He wants to promise you that your faith in him will never be misplace – that he will cherish you and your heart to the very last beat of his own and beyond.  He loves you, admires you, trusts you, is in awe of you, and remains forever grateful for you.  Grateful for every smile you throw his way, every laugh you pull from him and allow him to draw from you, thankful for all the ways you’ve woven yourself into his life and made it better.  And above all, grateful for your acceptance and love for him and all that he is, was, and ever will be.  He needs to ask you if you will allow him the honour of spending the remainder of his days showing you his gratitude and loving you the way you deserve.

Din’s heart is overflowing and he has so much he wishes to express; he’s not entirely sure he’s going to be able to make any sense.  But Din’s not nervous - the radiant smile on your beautiful face as he approaches already telling him everything he needs to know.

Real life Lisette!! 🥰🥰

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What’s the behaviour of salutachin dogs like, and how analogous to irl small breed(?presuming) pet dogs? Do they have a particular cultural position beyond just a utilitarian one as livestock?

Here's what a salutachin looks like

(This one is a neutered male fattened for eating, one on a more natural diet would have a distinctly sloping chest).

They have by far the most standardized look of any dog type in this region due to strict prevention of breeding with other dogs, and the meat dog type altogether being saved from the extinction from a relatively small gene pool. Almost all have a fawn coloration with a melanistic mask, pointed ears, a long curving tail, and a fairly compact build. Typically, only the males are eaten, any that will not be used as studs are neutered at a young age for better meat quality.

There's no outright companion breed here (this might be a retcon), dogs kept strictly as companions tend to be hunting dog types (or sometimes adopted from friendly street/village dogs). Contemporary hunting dog types developed primarily through breeding the greyhound-esque Burri hunting dog with the a Somewhat basenji-esque native ancestor. The latter type has been almost completely driven extinct via breeding (some more intact descendants exist in isolation, but not enough that a breeding population can be formed), and the salutachin is actually its closest relative and physically resembles it.

So like they're very different. The average pet/hunting dog today can look like pretty much anything on a spectrum between Hippiti and a chin-tsimouna (though is usually going to be smaller than the latter, which is a grouping of big LGD types. A hunting dog's weight is going to be anywhere between 40-70 lbs on average).

These hunting/companion dogs generally have experienced selective breeding for traits useful in hunting (and have high prey drives), responsiveness to human commands, and human sociability, but their personalities can vary as much as any other dog.

Whereas the salutachin is fairly small (a fattened animal can hit 40 lbs, one with a natural diet would be in the 20-30 lb range). They need to be Comfortable around humans, but have experienced little selective pressure for human sociability or responsiveness to commands. They're kept in enclosed pastures (often among other livestock) and have low prey drives, and tend to be friendly and mesh well with other dogs.

If you adopted a salutachin as a pet, it Could be an okay companion animal if you socialize and train it well, but it will be a very difficult dog to train to begin with. Most are not going to be particularly cuddly or playful with humans. It will also be likelier to develop fear-aggression behavioral issues in general, particularly if it's kept without other dogs. It would be more dangerous than average around children without careful socialization and introductions.

The salutachin is the only remnant of a much wider span of meat dog types. Several developed partly or wholly independently. The people who first settled here brought dogs with them, which probably would have been eaten opportunistically but not as a standard practice. The animals had utility as assistants in hunting and herding, and guarding livestock/villages/homes/children.

The practice of very intentional rearing of dogs for meat probably started with eating unneeded offspring of your working dogs around weaning age, then keeping them longer for a larger carcass. Taboos surrounding consumption of meat eaters appear to be Very ancient and nearly ubiquitous (though varied in their nuances) to all proto-Wardi groups, and dogs destined for consumption post-weaning were probably fed on vegetarian diets from very early on (both rendering them clean for consumption, and also improving the flavor). Outright FATTENING a dog on plant matter requires use of the higher calorie plants vital for human survival, so this practice took hold most strongly in groups that adopted settled agriculture that could generate enough excess to warrant this.

These groups would have developed more in-depth cultural practices surrounding this. No other livestock is fed this way, these dogs are special in warranting the sacrifice of food needed for the human community. These dogs would start to become distinct, no longer just excess animals that you might as well eat, but a wholly separate stock. 'Dog used for meat' becomes a distinct Type of dog rather than merely a Use for a dog. This is the beginning of a genetically distinct and semi-isolated line of livestock dogs (though this can only go so far in a world without spaying). And putting all this investment into an animal purely destined for slaughter (offering no milk or wool) contributed to them sometimes having special statuses where they occurred. (Though this was not ubiquitous, in some cases they would have just been a source of tasty meat and ascribed the baseline cultural value of any livestock).

Historically, this special status appears to have mostly surrounded funerary practices. Some older proto-Wardi cremain graves (mostly those in the west) would have the skeletons of dogs with clear evidence of butchery, they would have been killed at funerals so that their spirits can guide the dead, and then eaten (rather than cremated themselves, as is the practice for contemporary funerary guide dogs). Old effigies of neutered male dogs (heavily suggesting them to be livestock) appear to have been used as spiritual guardians for children, and the dogs themselves may have done this work as well prior to being harvested.

The historical record for dog eating is most complete for the Wardinae tribe, who did not use them for funerals but rather as sacrificial offerings at weddings in hopes of securing the newlywed's fortune and fertility. The Wardinae developed their meat dogs semi-independently, and they started out as individuals selected from the hunting dog landrace stock to be reared exclusively for this purpose. This tribe's early history (post-separation from the Cholemdinae) was tumultuous and a struggle for survival- they were a small group of semi-nomadic but seasonally settled agriculturalists, constantly under threat by more established and populous settled agriculturalists and almost wiped out more than once. The high investment of good grain into these dogs for the relatively small reward of One 35ish lb carcass made them one of the best offerings there was in this context, it was a pure giving-back of a bounty they struggled to maintain. Offering it in sacrifice suggested hope for the future, that all this investment was not in vain. In this spirit, it was perfect for a wedding. Unlike most sacrifices in the contemporary religion, these were eaten (though the flesh was exclusively reserved for the newlyweds, and much of the usable parts of the carcass would have been wholly given up in offering).

The importance of this dog diminished with the Wardinae eventually becoming quite powerful and established themselves. These dogs gradually became livestock rather than special individual offerings, and began to be bred separately from the hunting dogs from which they derived. They still retained utility as sacrificial offerings and as a fixture of wedding feasts, but their significance diminished in league with the diminishing gravity of this investment of nutrients.

The concept of at least some (if not all) dogs being spiritually unclean animals, or at the very least unsuitable for eating, is fairly old. Not all proto-Wardi groups or other native peoples here had this practice to begin with. Imperial Burri occupation (specifically the Second period of occupation) is what ultimately killed the practice throughout most of its range. Dog meat (and those of some other specific animals) was regarded as inherently unclean and its consumption and sale was outright banned. The fact that most proto-Wardi societies already considered at least Some dogmeat unclean (and the fact that dog was never a staple by any means) made this more easily accepted than other imposed dietary bans (horsemeat and milk was also considered unclean in the Imperial Burri sphere, the attempted bans of which were significantly more devastating and fought more intensely).

In this process, a lot of meat dog lineages went extinct (or rather reintegrated into the dog gene pool at large). Those who used these dogs as funerary guides could still sacrifice A dog without eating it. Some people of course continued this practice in secret, but it became more difficult, and the stock became more diluted (and thus inappropriate to eat even under purely native food taboos). The practice gradually died out throughout most of the region.

It survived in South Wardin largely due to the Wardinae tribe's special favoring of the dog as food for weddings. The practice was carried on in secret at very large scales, enough that a small and (mostly) undiluted breeding population could be maintained throughout this time, and could rebound once this prohibition was lifted. The salutachin is derived from these dogs.

It's still a mainstay for South Wardi weddings in the present day. It is no longer used as an animal sacrifice (the best blessing of a wedding is offering a yearling cow who has never been bred or yoked to Ganmache), but still carries connotations of celebrating life and expressing a hope for the couple's future. It's just that it's largely lost the reason Why these connotations exist to begin with, it's kind of just a Thing You Eat At Weddings To Celebrate The Future.

All this aside, it's also considered a delicacy and very tasty to most palates. It's tender and very fatty dark meat, kept from being all that gamey due to the animal's vegetarian diet and the male dog being neutered. It's mostly consumed roasted fresh or aged, and can also be cured and smoked like a ham.

The only provinces in which it is eaten (at a more than incidental scale) is Wardin and Erubinnos, and it's somewhat of a source of Imperial Wardi intracultural tension and sniping. The western provincial subculture has significantly stronger taboos against All dog meat, and a lot of people there consider salutachin eating to be an unfavorable relic from heathen times, with some decrying it as an outright ''barbaric'' practice that should be eliminated. Having the latter opinion very strongly is a bit of an outlier (most will concede that a dog of pure stock fed EXCLUSIVELY on plants is not technically an unclean meat, but like, GrossYucky) but this divide has been known to make some weddings reallllll awkward.

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Just Wanna Know You Better

Part of my Birthday Bash!

Request:“Are you trying to flirt with me?” “Yes. Is it working?”

Roy Kent x Reader

0.7k words

Warnings: Language, mentions of drinking, Reader is in a 'situationship' with Jamie Tartt (takes place in season 1), pure fluff

You liked Jamie Tartt well enough. He was good-looking, and famous, and rich, and fun. He made the right jokes and took you to the right places. And you knew that, if you let him, he’d do all the right things in bed. All the things that made up a good fling. But that’s all the gorgeous striker was. A fling. You both knew it and, if you were being honest, you were starting to feel that the fling had flung. So, you didn’t mind too much when, during a post-match celebration he invited you to, you spotted him across the club flirting with another woman. She was pretty and looked bubbly and was positively fawning all over him; she’d probably be a late-night call for him for a couple weeks, you guessed. “Alright there?” Roy Kent had joined you at the bar, gazing down at you with furrowed brows and a frown. You smiled at the midfielder and nodded, taking a sip of your drink. “Dandy,” you replied. “Yourself?” He shrugged and let his eyes flicker to Jamie and the blonde. “He’s a prick, you know that, right?” A laugh rumbled in your chest. “He’s fine,” you assured Roy. “We’re nothing serious. In fact, I was thinking it might be time to call it quits.” You ran your fingers through your hair. “We had a couple laughs, he bought me a few excellent dinners, and I got to enjoy some football. All in all, not a bad experience.” Roy’s chuckle echoed in your ears. “I think you’re officially the coolest woman Tartt’s ever gone out with,” he announced, tapping his drink to yours. That strange compliment became a few light-hearted jokes about Jamie, which became chatting about the books you’d read recently, which became you laughing at the story he decided to tell you about his recent trip to the park with his niece. As you and Roy Kent sat at the bar, you found yourself thinking less and less about Jamie Tartt, and more and more about how bummed you were that your brief time as a Greyhounds fan was ending. “I didn’t even ask, did you enjoy the match?” Roy asked as you caught your breath from giggling so much. His eyes were soft and a tiny grin played on his face; not at all the horrible twat Jamie often complained about. “I did,” you answered. “It was great. Probably the best football match I’ve seen in ages.” He nodded towards the corner where Jamie was officially canoodling with the blonde. “You caught his three goals, yeah? Fucking prick is too good and he knows it.” You nudged Roy. “Actually, I was thinking about you stopping that forward that almost scored towards the end. Probably saved the game, Kent.” His smile grew, something that didn’t happen often enough. “I did have a decent night,” he admitted, a touch of bashfulness and humility in his gruff voice. “Maybe because there’s been a gorgeous woman in the stands lately and I wanted to impress her.” The scoff that came out of your mouth was playful as your eyes sparkled at him in the colorful club lights. “Roy Kent, are you trying to flirt with me?” “Yes,” he said, completely matter of fact. He took a casual swig of his beer. “Is it working?” A blush crept up your neck and settled in your cheeks. All you could do was smile at the man who gazed at you with a mixture of teasing and hope, waiting for you to answer. As if he couldn’t already tell the answer by the shy grin on your face. He leaned close. “Listen,” he finally murmured in your ear. “I know you came to see Tartt tonight, but I was wondering…” He cleared his throat. “Maybe next time, you’ll come to see me?” You turned your head to stare at him, with his raised eyebrows and embarrassed grin. And you suddenly knew that you had to talk to Jamie straight away. Not that he would mind. And you also knew that you should definitely keep that Richmond sweater he’d given you; although you might need a different kit with a different name and number on the back. “Yeah, Kent,” you breathed. “Next time I’ll come to see you.”

[angryaggoria]

i didn't intend to share this Thought that i had a couple of days ago but this very kind person in the reblogs apparently resonated with my brain cell responsible for dog&terrorposting. so anyway. i ALMOST agree with this breed ascription because imo billy is a whippet!!!!!

english sighthound physique resonates with him really well indeed

whippets are bigger than italian greyhounds and we all know the dude is quite tall

at the same time they originated as a more 'budget-friendly' packaging of large greyhound because those were damn expensive in price and care

and billy is a steward but not a high-ranking one. you see.

whippets are tender and dependant on human attention (hence vulnerable to stress & quarrels at home) yet somewhat moody at times. and very clean as a rule

particularly he strikes me as a blue fawn brindle with little to no white or just a blue fawn :)

[greyhound-with-a-mega-wizard-hat]

i only have a vague concept of what a dog is and keep thinking that every long skinny dog is a greyhound. do you perhaps have a guide on recognizing greyhounds

How to recognise a greyhound:

They're quite tall

Narrow chest

Deep chest (labelled and shape shown in red)

Long rat tail that is always kinda down

Pointy face

Ears normally back, but can stand up and flop forwards

Short fur

A healthy greyhound should have the last couple ribs be slightly visible or feelable

The come in a variety of colours, such as black, blue, cream, brindle, white, fawn etc

There's a mini version called an Italian greyhound, which has the same traits but mini

There's also whippets and lurchers, who can look similar. They'll maybe be a little smaller, and with different faces/ears. But it can be hard to tell without comparing them. Lurchers can also have long coarse fur.

This is a whippet. It looks basically the same, but is a cross between a greyhound and something else. They're usually smaller

This is a lurcher, the body is the same, but the head is different

This is a borzoi. They're very different. Long shaggy fur, really long face. Dame skinny build

There's also more sighthounds (skinny long dogs) such as wolfhounds and salukis

[galtx]

GALTx eNews: Welcome, West Coast Greyhounds!

When “greyt” minds think alike, wonderful things can happen. Six greyhound adoption groups collaborated to arrange two transports for eight greyhounds from the West Coast to Texas. GreySave, Fast Friends Greyhound Adoption, GALT Arizona, GALT, and GALT Central Texas collaborated on the logistics and Southeastern Greyhound Adoption (SEGA) provided a grant to assist with the transport expenses. We thank everyone involved for their hard work and team spirit! 

Six of the eight hounds came from the closure of the Canódromo Caliente in Tijuana, Mexico. Two of the hounds came from the closure of Hemopet near Los Angeles, California (Juniper and Azalea). On August 1, they all boarded their transport vehicle together just north of Los Angeles and traveled their first leg to Tucson where they rested a night with GALT Arizona. The next day, they drove the rest of the way to Dallas, Texas. 

Azalea, Dream, Gretel, and Raider left for Austin on Saturday, the next morning. They will stay with GALT Central Texas to find their forever homes. Juniper, Tracy, Reba, and Randy will remain in Dallas. Juniper is a black gal that is only two years old. She is not tattooed. Tracy is a black girl with 59 races to her credit. She turned three years old in June. Reba is a white and brindle girl who will celebrate her fifth birthday later this month. Randy is a fawn five year old boy who raced 271 races in Florida and Mexico. 

Watch for them to be adoptable after we get to know them better in foster homes and address any medical needs they have. At a minimum, they will each require spay/neuter, vaccinations, and a dental. It all adds up! You can help them on their journey with a gift to our Nitsche Medical Fund! Thank you!

8/8/24

[imalayla]

Me, my partner, and Stoli went to the gulf coast last night/today for my birthday. I really tried to have a good time but I honestly feel even more depressed.

Last night we took Stoli to a bar that opens to the beach, got a drink, and walked on the sand some. I called it after I furiously sucked mine down. Everyone wanted to talk to us and fawn over Stoli, which is fine. I just was not in the mood for it.

Went back to the hotel, cried over Layla, worried about money, argued with my partner. Stoli licked his feet in a weird manner.

Today we tried to go to brunch, only to find the place we reserved a table at didn't have outdoor seating so couldn't bring Stoli. Frantically looked for other places to see if we could find something that wasn't fast food. Found a place called Chirps that was open, no wait time, and had outdoor seating so that was nice. Our server was so sweet, she had lost her Italian greyhound the same week I lost Layla so she was thrilled to love on Stoli.

Then we went to the actual coast and sat for a while. I hate going to tbe Beach and sitting on the sand the whole time, I want to swim. It was more difficult than I expected to try and swim with Stoli and I was already in a foul mood so we wrapped it up. I found a fenced dog beach on the bay side that we decided to check out. Stoli had fun, but it was a little grungy and the bay side is not nearly as gorgeous as the gulf side.

Then my partner wanted to go BACK to the coast to eat at a restaurant on tbe Beach but at this point, I was on the verge of a breakdown. We had another argument then drove home.

So that was my birthday weekend. Yay.

[robert-the-greyhound]

Love is like a wildflower garden, there’s all sorts of colours to be found 🌈

Today is the last day of Pride Month, and what better way to mark it than a colourful rainbow of hounds in a rainbow wildflower garden! 🌸 Us Greyhounds come in all colours and sizes, and we don’t care who our humans love as long as they love us too! There’s no room for hate or bigotry in our Rescue Hound Pack (unless it’s hating Greyhound Racing of course! ❌)!

We hope everyone had a joyous Pride Month! Stay Loud and Proud 🌈

#ImageDescription: Robert the Greyhound (fawn/blonde) stands beside Molly (brindle) and Ned (Black) the Greyhounds wearing anti-racing vests and rainbow bandanas in a wildflower garden.

[plow-and-propose]

uh oh, something weird and bad happened during a walk today!

I was with Cocoa (cause when aren't i lol) and it waa towards the end of what had been a very calm and normal walk. Nothing had really happened except Cocoa receiving a warning growl, which isn't too unusual because he still has rambunctious puppy energy and a lot of dogs sense that and don't want to deal with it, and both dogs were on leads so we just carried on no problem

I actually met two other customers (and their owners) which was nice. Echo was all over me and despite not seeing me for a week Cocoa showed no signs of jealousy (not that he has before but he's never seen another dog fawn over me like that and he is a spaniel so i did wonder) which is a relief. he is, for the most part, a very good boi

towards the end of the hour we turned back. The park we were in is fairly small, just big enough to fill an hour, and i took a small shortcut down a path through some bushes and trees. on the main path on the other side was a man and his off the lead dog, which looked a bit like a slightly overweight greyhound (tho idk if it was)

Cocoa was also off-lead and wanted to say hello which isn't unusual because he LOVES greyhound type dogs, but the owner took his dog's collar and held him still, so of course I immediately called Cocoa because ok, not friendly i guess, nbd

Cocoa came back and while I was kinda mentally rolling my eyes and thinking 'ok but your dog should be on-lead or at least have a special jacket or collar or something', nothing had actually happened so it was cool

(I would also like to add that we were in an area with no lead restrictions, where people bring their dogs specifically to let them off-lead. it's actually leads-only season in the nearby royal park right now so if this owner was concerned about his dog he could have easily taken him to a place where leads are mandatory)

except the owner started saying something like... "you need to set an example for your dog"?

and I was like 'i don't know what that means but ok'. I assumed he was just concerned for his own dog because yeah ok, we sorta emerged suddenly from the bushes it might've been startling, and didn't say anything

the owner kept walking, and also kept speaking, even tho I was out of range and couldn't make out the words

I was getting bad vibes by that point and starting to think 'ok, he's a bit weird, maybe a bit mentally ill'. but he hadn't actually done anything

I waited for him to get a bit further ahead so we wouldn't pass him where the path was narrow and potentially set off his dog. I put Cocoa on the lead just in case and continued walking

AND THEN

guy and dog came sprinting back up the path towards me

and guy rammed his shoulder into mine as he passed

and did not stop. didn't even look back

I'd rolled with the hit so it was more surprising than painful. I stopped and called after him smth like "bro what the hell??"

and dissonantly, from within the bushes further up the path, I heard him shout back something to the effect of "take responsibility for your actions!" as if it had been my fault??

I said, "you could at least apologise!"

to which he repeated the part about responsibility and actions and... followed it up by calling me a tomboy??

(diversity win! the asshole who clipped you isn't enough of an asshole to call you a slur!)

I couldn't even see him and in retrospect it was actually kind of comical. also in retrospect I should have kept walking and not risked antagonising him but I was very much not thinking straight lmao

as it was, we both kept going in opposite directions and didn't see each other again. HOWEVER

the next people to come up the path were an elderly woman with downs syndrome and her carer. if that guy had run into them he could've knocked them to the floor. by that point I had gone from startled to pissed!

I warned them because I had no idea where the guy was and whether he was still barrelling around, but fortunately soon after I got away from the trees i spotted him on the other side of the open field, just walking, not sprinting

I took Cocoa home without issue. he'd been such a good boy and while I kinda wish he'd barked in my defense I'm glad he didn't do anything to make the situation worse. he was remarkably calm. I love him so much

but god what a weird, bad thing to happen! my area isn't rough by any means and while I've met some oddballs before (i am one myself!) I've never encountered anyone like that

and now I have a bruise on my bicep just above my elbow and another on my hip where my elbow hit it. I hope that asshole has them too lmao

[lacymoonchild]

Love is like a greyhound, swift and powerful. It races through our hearts and minds with a graceful elegance that takes our breath away. And just like a greyhound, love can be loyal and steadfast, always by our side, ready to comfort us when we need it most. But sometimes love can be unpredictable, like a greyhound on a wild chase, leading us on a thrilling adventure. Whether we're running at full speed or taking a moment to rest, love and greyhounds remind us to cherish every moment, to savor the journey, and to always keep our hearts open to new possibilities.

[visualpoett]

A Fawn Greyhound (1897)

Artist: Cecil Charles Windsor Aldin

[thuzyblog]

Unveiling the Charms of Italian Greyhounds: A Guide to Your Graceful Companion

Diving into the World of Italian Greyhounds

Elegant Appearance: Small, slender dogs with a sleek coat and a graceful build.

Heartwarming Characteristics: Gentle and affectionate, making them exceptional companions.

Soaring Popularity: Gained recognition as charming and graceful pets.

Irresistible Temperament: Affectionate, loyal, and known for being good with children and other dogs.

Longevity: Generally, they enjoy a lifespan of 12 to 15 years.

Dazzling Coat Colors: Available in various shades, including fawn, blue, and black.

Breed Heritage: An original breed with a long and storied history.

Nurturing Your Italian Greyhound with Care

Feeding Wisdom:

Opt for high-quality dog food tailored to their age, size, and activity level.

Explore small breed-specific formulas like Royal Canin X-Small Adult or Hill’s Science Diet Small & Toy Breed.

Creating a Cozy Haven:

Ensure a warm and snug environment, particularly in colder weather.

Provide a comfy bed and consider a dog sweater or coat for winter walks.

Tender Care Methods:

Flourish on love and attention.

Invest quality time, stimulate their minds with toys and games, and integrate them into family life.

Grooming Rituals:

Their short coat demands minimal grooming.

Brush occasionally to banish loose hair, keep nails trimmed, ears clean, and teeth well-brushed.

Setting the Stage for an Italian Greyhound’s Life

Three Nuggets of Advice:

Keep them warm in cold weather due to their thin coat.

Regular play and mental stimulation are key.

Ensure a secure outdoor area or use a leash during walks.

Caring for Your Elegant Companion:

Feeding: Offer high-quality, small-breed-specific dog food.

Environment: Keep them warm, especially during colder months.

Toys and Training: Engage in play and mental exercises.

Socialization: Introduce them to various people and environments.

Essential Equipment for Doting Care:

Soft, warm bedding or blankets.

Leash and harness for outdoor walks.

Small dog sweaters or coats for colder weather.

Quality dog food and water bowls.

Interactive toys and puzzles for mental stimulation.

Guarding Against Common Doggy Woes:

Patellar Luxation: Prevent with regular exercise and maintaining a healthy weight.

Dental Dilemmas: Support dental health with regular tooth brushing and dental chews.

Hip Harmony: Maintain a healthy weight and consider joint supplements.

Vaccine Shield for a Healthy Journey:

Core vaccines: Rabies, distemper, and parvovirus.

Seek guidance from your vet for personalized vaccine recommendations.

Choosing the Perfect Moniker for Your Italian Greyhound

Guidance on Naming:

Opt for a name reflecting their elegant and graceful personality.

Choose shorter names for easy recall.

Popular Names for Italian Greyhounds:

Bella

Romeo

Luna

Milo

Sophia

Bringing an Italian Greyhound Home: Your Guide

Places of Pup Popularity:

Embraced globally by breed enthusiasts and responsible breeders.

Budgeting for Bliss:

Puppies range from $1,500 to $3,000, influenced by breeder reputation and pedigree.

Community Connections:

Explore rescue organizations on social media platforms, including Facebook, Instagram, and rescue websites.

Pre-Adoption/ Purchase Checklist:

Check general health with a veterinarian examination.

Verify up-to-date vaccinations.

Request medical records to understand any prior health issues.

Rescue Havens for Italian Greyhounds:

Italian Greyhound Rescue Foundation (USA)

Italian Greyhound Rescue (UK)

Canadian Italian Greyhound Rescue (Canada)

In conclusion, Italian Greyhounds are not just pets; they are delightful and elegant companions, adding grace and charm to any home. Their adaptability, affectionate nature, and minimal grooming needs make them a perfect fit for various families and living situations. By showering them with the right care, love, and attention, you're bound to build a fulfilling and enduring bond.

[kellieblog]

The Italian Greyhound Dog Breed: A Graceful and Gentle Companion

Introduction to the Italian Greyhound Dog Breed

Appearance: Small, slender dogs with a sleek coat and elegant build.

Characteristics: Gentle and affectionate, making them excellent companions.

Popularity: Gained popularity as charming and graceful pets.

Temperament: Affectionate, loyal, good with children and other dogs.

Lifespan: Generally, a lifespan of 12 to 15 years.

Coat Color: Available in various colors, including shades of fawn, blue, and black.

Breed Status: An original breed with a long and storied history.

How to Take Care of an Italian Greyhound

Food:

Provide high-quality dog food suitable for their age, size, and activity level.

Consider small breed-specific formulas like Royal Canin X-Small Adult or Hill’s Science Diet Small & Toy Breed.

Environment:

Ensure a warm and cozy environment, especially in colder weather.

Provide a comfortable bed and consider using a dog sweater or coat during winter walks.

Care Methods:

Thrive on love and attention.

Spend quality time, provide mental stimulation through toys and games, and integrate them into the family.

Grooming:

Minimal grooming for their short coat.

Occasional brushing to remove loose hair, regular nail trimming, ear cleaning, and dental care.

How to Prepare for an Italian Greyhound’s Life

Three Short Advice Sentences:

Keep them warm in cold weather due to their thin coat.

Engage in regular play and mental stimulation.

Ensure they have a safe and secure outdoor area or use a leash during walks.

Caring:

Food: Provide high-quality, small-breed-specific dog food.

Environment: Keep them warm, especially during colder months.

Toys and Training: Engage in play and mental exercises.

Socialization: Introduce them to various people and environments.

Essential Equipment for Caring:

Soft, warm bedding or blankets.

Leash and harness for outdoor walks.

Small dog sweaters or coats for colder weather.

Quality dog food and water bowls.

Interactive toys and puzzles for mental stimulation.

Common Diseases:

Patellar Luxation: Prevent with regular exercise and maintaining a healthy weight.

Dental Issues: Support dental health with regular tooth brushing and dental chews.

Hip Dysplasia: Maintain a healthy weight and consider joint supplements.

Necessary Vaccines:

Core vaccines: Rabies, distemper, and parvovirus.

Consult your veterinarian for specific vaccine recommendations based on lifestyle and location.

Common Names for Italian Greyhounds

Advice on Choosing a Name:

Choose a name that suits their elegant and graceful personality.

Consider shorter names that are easy to call.

Common Names for Italian Greyhounds:

Bella

Romeo

Luna

Milo

Sophia

How to Buy/Adopt an Italian Greyhound

Locations of Popularity:

Popular in many countries, with breed enthusiasts and responsible breeders worldwide.

Average Price:

The cost of a puppy ranges from $1,500 to $3,000, depending on factors like breeder reputation and pedigree.

Community:

Look for rescue organizations on social media platforms such as Facebook, Instagram, and rescue websites.

What to Check Before Adopting/Buying:

General health: Ensure the dog is healthy and has been examined by a veterinarian.

Vaccination status: Verify that the dog is up-to-date on vaccinations.

Medical history: Request the dog’s medical records to understand any prior health issues.

List of Rescue Groups for Italian Greyhounds:

Italian Greyhound Rescue Foundation (USA)

Italian Greyhound Rescue (UK)

Canadian Italian Greyhound Rescue (Canada)

In conclusion, Italian Greyhounds are delightful and elegant companions, bringing grace and charm to any home. Their adaptability, affectionate nature, and low-maintenance grooming make them suitable for various families and living situations. By providing them with the right care, love, and attention, you can enjoy a fulfilling and lasting bond.

[petlada]

Italian Greyhound Dog – Breed Facts & Information

Italian Greyhound are elegant and graceful dogs that have captured the hearts of many with their charming appearance and friendly nature. Here are some interesting facts and information about this unique breed.

Originating from Italy, Italian Greyhounds are believed to be one of the oldest breeds of dogs. They were adored by royalty and nobility during the Renaissance period, and their popularity has only grown since then. These dogs are known for their slender and delicate build, standing at about 13 to 15 inches tall and weighing around 7 to 14 pounds. Despite their small size, Italian Greyhounds possess a surprising amount of agility and athleticism.

One of the most distinguishing features of Italian Greyhounds is their short and fine coat. This makes them an ideal choice for people who prefer low-maintenance pets. Their coat comes in a variety of colors, including black, blue, fawn, red, and white. Although they have a thin coat, Italian Greyhounds are sensitive to cold weather and should be provided with appropriate protection during chilly seasons.

Italian Greyhounds are known for their affectionate and gentle nature, making them wonderful companions for families and individuals alike. They are loyal and bond closely with their owners, often becoming quite attached. These dogs thrive on human companionship and do not do well when left alone for long periods of time. Regular exercise, such as brisk walks or playtime in a securely fenced area, is important to keep them physically and mentally stimulated.

While Italian Greyhounds are generally good-natured, they can be reserved around strangers. Proper socialization from an early age can help them develop into well-rounded dogs that are comfortable in various situations. They also get along well with other dogs and pets, although supervision is necessary to ensure their safety due to their delicate structure.

In terms of health, Italian Greyhounds are generally a relatively healthy breed. However, like all dogs, they can be prone to certain conditions such as dental issues, patellar luxation, and progressive retinal atrophy. Regular veterinary check-ups and a balanced diet are essential to ensure their overall well-being.

In conclusion,Italian Greyhounds are a delightful breed that brings joy and elegance to any home. With their loving nature and beautiful appearance, they make wonderful companions for individuals and families alike. If you are looking for a small, affectionate, and athletic dog, the Italian Greyhound may be the perfect match for you.

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