#german rottie

[auroradawn99]

Sweet babies 🐈‍⬛🐶💕

[bonafidehero]

Photos I took of my pets as a child in the 90s

[earthjrnl]

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. 🐕

[antvnger]

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

[moonlight26posts-blog]

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

k9queene@icloud.com

Thank you,

Cynde

[regicidal-defenestration]

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.

[autisticplants]

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

[cringefailgirlfriendjohnnycage]

They better give Johnny a dog I swear.

[gucciyae]

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.

[coloursofaparadox]

mm

[auroradawn99]

My sweetest love 💕

[bisexualpixiebabe]

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.

[antvnger]

They're doing good! Yeah, they're doing really good, thanks for asking!

Cami will be a year old next month, can you believe it? Almost a year old already, and I got her when she was only three months old. Wow, time sure does fly.

Speaking of time flying, Shae turned ten weeks old yesterday. She is such a big girl now but oh my gosh she's still such a cutie. They both are honestly, but Shae is my little cuddly furball. Cami is my furball with the what did Cassie call them again? oh yeah the zoomies.

[gregrulzok]

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.

[writersdrug]

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