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bonafidehero · 9 months ago
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Photos I took of my pets as a child in the 90s
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#it’s so hard to look at these photos#I’m hoping maybe putting them here will help me face the pain and trauma associated with them#I think it’s especially painful because they were all such sweethearts#actual angels who were so gentle and patient with baby me#if i could go back in time and save all of them I fucking would 😭#max the malamute 🖤#best boy in the world he was such a good dog#my cousins family gave me him as a puppy#the torties were named Romeo and Juliet (even tho they were both boys 🤣)#(yeah boy torties are from the same litter! idk what happened! 🤣)#Garfield was the orange cat (and mama to the torties)#best girl in the world so sweet. she was almost completely deaf and blind#German shepherd was buddy#sweet playful boy 🖤#I didn’t get to know him very well because he (all my pets did) lived with my dad and at that point I stopped going to his house a lot#bear was the rottie#sweet boy he died really tragically my dad loved animals but was fucking stupid sometimes#and the black puppy… also died really tragically. never even lived long enough to get a name.#some of these might be pushing into 00-4 maybe#the ones of buddy are probably from then because I’m pretty sure we got him while I was in middle school#I drafted this post a few months ago and honestly doing this + writing about them really did help me process my feelings towards them#so now I’m ready to share :)#I just love the idea of seeing the world through a child’s eyes#this is what little me thought was important! lol
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antvnger · 2 years ago
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Scott walked through his door, and his jaw dropped in shock. His living room! His couch, his recliner, the floor, completely covered in mud and dog bed padding. Things have been knocked off the coffee table onto the floor, and some of the walls were smeared with mud.
And in the middle of it all were his two precious pups and one big wolf. And the wolf was in big trouble with Scott.
Scott can’t help but shout with surprise and sternness, “Skallagrim! What the hell have you done?!” @skallagrimulfhedinn
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moonlight26posts-blog · 1 year ago
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In Hagerstown, MD: STILL No Help & SUPER URGENT!! "Jo Jo" the SUPER LOVING & BEAUTIFUL & Trained 7 Year Old Lab/Doberman! GOOD w/ Kids, Dogs & Cats!!!! Baltimore!!
Miss Bella and her littermate Onyx are almost 3 years old.
They are Rottie/shepherd mix’s that are fantastic with everyone they meet.
Both love toddlers, kids, other dogs and cats.
House trained and trained to pee pads.
Onyx ( weight guessed 60lbs) is neutered and Miss Bella ( guessed 40lbs) is spayed.
That are not up to date on vaccines or heart worm prevention.
They are located in Hagerstown Md.
If anyone can help these great dogs, please email
Thank you,
Cynde
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regicidal-defenestration · 1 year ago
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One of the funniest things about the Repo! The Genetic Opera soundtrack as available on most streaming platforms is that is misses most of the. actual Genetic Opera.
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autisticplants · 5 months ago
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black and tan poodles exist apparently which would be my dream but its a rare color that isnt acknowledged by the akc and thus itd be near impossible to get one from a responsible breeder. which is very sad because black and tan is the best color for any domestic animal
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They better give Johnny a dog I swear.
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gucciyae · 1 year ago
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Palimar
Hard feet against cold earthen floors. The smell of jaggery-sweetened vorn being stirred slowly in a dimly lit kitchen. Crows swoop down to claim the leftovers of last night’s kori-rotti. A cool breeze from the west sets a gentle tempo for the dancing wildgrass. I march forward. 
Opa begins his seemingly endless chant, “Left, left, left-right-left. Left, left, left-right-left.”  Our straightened legs lead the way, arms swinging in unison. Summers at Palimar usually followed the same rhythm.
Located in the Udupi district of Karnataka, visits to my ancestral home have become my favourite summer tradition. As the years went on and the family grew larger, so did the sound of crackling firewood heating our baths for the evening, the pat-pat-pat of marching feet against rough concrete, and the roaring laughter of my cousins running through the hallways.
Our visits begin early in the morning, bellies filled with a helping of dosa and chai, we make our way onboard an express bus. If we get lucky, all three of us cousins would sit in the same row. Alas, the Sunday crowd warrants a narrow seat by the bus driver, one that my cousin sister–  Anushka and I squeeze ourselves into.
Each stop is marked by the bus conductor's shouted reminders, followed by an organized chaos of travellers moving in and out of the metal box on wheels. After all these years, Anushka, Aarav and I have learned to sleep through the blaring bus horns, which explains our shock and excitement upon reaching the Padubidri bus stand so soon.
It doesn't take too long for Oma to hail an auto rickshaw, directing the driver with such practiced ease, she rivals a modern day GPS. To an ordinary traveller, the entirety of Palimar might seem to be composed of the same visual elements; local shrubbery, roads that twist and turn into infinity, and the occasional clay house. However, to those of us who pay attention to her little details, the ancestral house leads us onward by the sweet smell of young coconut growing on trees, and the sound of the crashing waves of her backwaters.
The auto rickshaw stops a few paces away from a one story house, cracked maroon and blue paint coats the clay walls, unruly weeds run wild throughout her front yard, and the concrete pavement has turned algal. By the time my grandparents moved away, we were left with no farm animals to herd. However, this does not stop Anushka from her annual attempts to domesticate the stray dogs of Palimar.
We continue towards the house, our bodies coated in a thin layer of sweat from the summer heat, and set down our plastic bags filled with water bottles and steel tumblers. 
“Mom, did you carry a bottle of Thums Up?” Aarav drones, dragging out each syllable in a childish lilt. Before his mother has a chance to answer, Oma returns to the verandah holding young coconuts, ushering us to pick some more from the base of the surrounding coconut trees. And so begins a competition of speed, strength, and differentiation among me and my cousins.
Covered in sticks, mud, and the occasional beetle, the three of us scurry back to the concrete pavement, careful not to drop our hard-earned treasures. 
Now, here comes my favourite part of the summer tradition, hacking open of the coconuts. Opa walks out to the verandah bearing a koiti, and reaches for the pile of coconuts laid on the ground. We all hold our breaths as Opa makes the first strike, exhaling as a thick piece of husk is chopped off. I've always been in awe of his precision, lean hands grip the coconut with the same firmness as his voice. The steel tumblers that were packed in plastic bags are now being passed around, and my father pours out the translucent fluid into each vessel.
As a kid, I found the lactonic notes from young coconut water quite repulsive. I cannot tell you when it was exactly, but as our visits to Palimar grew less frequent, my longing for the cold and nourishing elixir grew fonder. A stroll along Padubidri beach takes me back to my summers of the 2010s, though, my memories have started to blur together— dark smoke flowing out of the chimney before our evening baths, the chicken coop and the incessant clucking of its residents, my plastic swing attached to the bedroom door frame, and Aunty Kalyani along with her cow– which she milked every evening during her visits.
Twilight draws in, a symphony of riverside cicadas makes itself known to us, and the husks of tender coconut have piled up to my height. A heaviness sets into our limbs as we move to pack away the used tumblers, and the air carries the aroma of coconut oil used to prepare the neighbour’s supper. Reluctantly, Opa makes his way down from the verandah, leading us back to the bus stand. All is quiet, for everyone is musing the very same idea– another afternoon at the Palimar house.
I wait another year.
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2hundar · 2 years ago
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coloursofaparadox · 1 year ago
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#i miss my dog#long story short my first baby that was my own was a puppy that i adopted with my ex#her name is Sarah and she was a rottie/german sheperd mix and was absolutely beautiful#and since ex was recovering from surgery when we got her i raised her from a baby#and did all her training and took her out to parks and new places and just totally threw myself into taking care of her#she was so well trained and so sweet and so nervous all the time. i worked on confidence building with her and she trusted me so much#she listened to me over anyone else and ran to hide behind me when she was anxious and would let me do things she wouldnt let anyone elsedo#and then. of course. when we split up my ex took her with her.#i got the second puppy we'd been raising for a few months at that point.#her logic was that she picked Sarah out so she was hers and I picked Lucas out so he was mine#and it's not that I don't love him but I miss that dog so so much. she's reactive and hard to deal with and my ex just. never dealt with it#when we were together i was the one working on it and taking her out in public even though it was hard and walking her#so i know shes not getting the kind of care she needs. which makes it even fucking harder.#just. im trying to love the dog that I have and i do love him. i do! but she was my baby and i miss her so so much and i know shes not okay#ive been trying to give myself grace and know that i wont have as much of a bond with Lucas as i did with her right away and thats okay#but i know that i resent it a little bit every time im reminded that he's not her. and its going away#but slowly. and im trying to lean into doing the kind of things i did with her like training and confidence building and bonding#but ive been avoiding it because it makes me sad every time. but the lil fucker deserves better. and he needs some manners.#so im gonna work through it and just. do it with him. treat him with as much love as i did her when she was growing up.#itll either get better with time or it wont and ill deal with it when i get to it#but fuck do i miss her so much
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earthjrnl · 2 months ago
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Help, my dog has only child syndrome: thinks every time I come home with a bag there's something for him inside, doesn't bring the ball back when we're playing fetch (but keeps it and lays down), barks at other dogs, very territorial and defensive when men approach me on our walks 😬. But otherwise the cutest goofiest big fella. 🐕
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bisexualpixiebabe · 9 months ago
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I went to the home and garden show today just to vibe and got to pet a Greyhound named Goose so that alone was worth the cost of a ticket.
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antvnger · 2 years ago
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“I do! I have two dogs. Cami is a 9 month old German shepherd mix, and baby Shae is a three week old Rottweiler puppy. Both were given to me to adopt. Cami is from a shelter. I got her when she was 12 weeks old, and Shae is a runt who was abandoned by her mother that I got earlier this week.”
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@byondtheveil
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gregrulzok · 8 months ago
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Muimui: Honestly looks the most like an uncropped Doberman or a Rottweiler? The little eyebrow spots are iconic. (Although the muzzle is a bit skinny for a Rottie). (The ear shape is not quite right for a Beuceron.)
Anowtrid: Most likely a Spitz breed! Husky or Malamute seems to be a likely answer, but it could also be a Norwegian Elkhound.
Nussa: Looks similar to Anowtrid, so they could be littermates. It could also be a Lundehund if we assume a smaller size.
Fucci: This one's a freebie - That's definitely a Kurzhaar. Look at the spots! (I grew up calling them that and refused to use the term German Shorthaired Pointer. Kurzhaar sounds so much cooler)
Mutty: Another freebie - this is obviously a Chow Chow. Look at that sad little face.
Botsu: Could also be a couple things ! The single-color coat and sad old man face give me the vibes of a Weimaraner, which is what I'm going with.
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writersdrug · 3 months ago
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Boxer!Simon Riley thoughts 🤤
To be perfectly honest Anon, I think Boxers are too goofy for Ghost. I imagine he'd be a better German Shepherd (a bit cliche but yea) or a Kangal Shepherd, idk something big and like a protective/security dog if that makes sense?
I think Soap would be more of a Boxer. Idk, tbh I haven't put much thought into the 141 as animals, but I can see Johhny as a Boxer, Ghost as a Kengal, Gas as an Austrailian Shepherd, and maybe Price as a Rottie? Idk I'm rethinking this as I type it
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cupsofstardust · 3 months ago
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the funniest thing to me is that logan is SO the type to adopt a bully breed like I can see him with a german shepherd or a pitbull or like a rotty or something like a dog that's reasonably "intimidating" and he'd train that thing so well and it'd be so obedient that logan wouldn't even bother with a leash. and the dog he ended up with is the exact opposite of all of those things 😭 I know mary pisses in the house like CRAZY
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bitchfitch · 7 days ago
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I'm getting a service dog in the new year! No matter what it takes. The current hurdle is the fact that the estimated cost for a service dog who fits my needs is 16k USD. Which is more than what I as a crippled tranny make in a year.
If you'd like to help, every dollar I make on commissions between now and bringing my pup home will be put towards this fund. Further information on prices and such are below the cut.
If you want to help but don't want blorbo art then here's a Kofi link. Thank you. Every dollar really does count.
An FAQ and the current progress towards the fundraiser is below the cut.
1600/16000
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What does the 16k cover?
The puppy, the training education, some supplies, and some back up in case the first pup is deemed unsuitable for the work. (1 in 2 service dog prospects don't make it to the end of training unfortunately. I will be keeping the first dog even if it doesn't make it as a service dog because I know I don't have the heart to let go of a puppy after spending a minimum of a year working with it. but I don't have the housing/money for 3 rottweilers so if the second fails too I'll just have two really well trained dogs.)
What happens if you don't get the money?
I have some things I can sell, like my van, that will close the gap.
How are you going to pay for the dog's expenses after getting it?
My own expenses are extremely low, I've already determined that the dog will not cause excessive strain on my budget.
Why a Rottweiler instead of a lab or golden retriever?
I need a balance and alert dog, basically an animal who'll act as a counterweight to help stop me falling along with a handful of less breed specific tasks. I'm 250 lbs and can pick up and carry most people, I need a large heavy dog or else they're just going to fall with me instead of helping balance. rottweilers were chosen over other breeds who could do the job because of their short coats (it gets well over 110°f/43°c here, long coats are not an option) and calm, alert, protective
Why the name Jabalí?
My dad's family is from Germany, my mom's is from Mexico, If the dog is going to be German, then the name should be Mexican to honor that. (Also it's just a cute name. It means boar, and is pronounced Ha Va Le, like in jabalina)
How are you going to go about training?
I'm going to attend a localish service dog trainer education course. It costs about the same as hiring someone to do it professionally, so I might as well be the professional since im going to need a new service dog every 4-8 years until I die.
(it takes 2 years to train a pup, and the last few years of a dog's life can often involve eye, ear, or joint issues that make them no longer suitable to be a service dog. Instead they get to retire and have a lot of treats while they help train up the next pup. Rotties have a life expectancy of 8-12, 2 years for training and 2 for retirement means only 4 of actual work on the low end, and 8 at the absolute max)
Are you going through a proper breeder?
Yes, I have a list of a handful of breeders who health test, register, and show their dogs in schutzhund. As well as one who fits those criteria and has had pups go on to be service dogs.
How many blorbos do you need to draw to make it happen?
Using my average commission sale as a baseline: 267 total 241 to go.
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