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littl3babybug · 11 months ago

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Hello bug! Spider here!

May I pls request some Sir Pentious age regression headcanons? (And maybe some Alastor ones if you’re up for it!)

Grazie mucho!

- spider 🌈

Hi spider! It’s so good to see you here!! Ofc I can, I’m gonna opt for the Alastor ones here since I’ve got another request queued up for some little pentious so keep watch for that :D

Regressor!Alastor Headcanons!

📻Right off the bat this kid is an ankle biter.

📻Not even biter, this kid is an ankle DESTROYER.

📻Gnawing on your leg like it’s corn on the cob

📻Anyway now that I’ve got that out the way I don’t think Al puts an age to his regression but it’s young.

📻He’s mostly non verbal while regressed

📻He has a paci, he doesn’t use it often. He mostly uses it while alone or with his cg

📻He doesn’t like to regress in front of the other members of the hotel, he finds it embarrassing

📻Mainly cause he’s seen how Charlie fusses over other littles and he does not want that for himself

📻That’s not to say he doesn’t want to be fussed over, trust me, he does.

📻He just needs to decide when, will he tell you? No, of course not! You’ve just got to figure it out

📻He’ll be very close to you, looming behind you only to give himself away by squeaking cause he’s just so excited to see you!!

📻He’s not very touchy feely, he’ll cuddle but only if he decides he wants to

📻He loves drawing, laying on his tummy in his radio tower scribbling away

📻He either draws you pictures of cute animals or horrors unbeknownst to mankind

📻Either way he will show it to you with the biggest, proudest smile he can muster

📻He’ll follow you to your room to watch you put it up on your wall- just to make sure it goes up there.

📻He loves listening to music, swaying back and forward while he’s drawing or colouring

📻He is oh so fussy

📻Temper tantrums left, right and vented with this little one

📻Not that that is a bad thing! Because it’s not!

📻Alastor just summons demonic shit while he’s being bratty

📻Doesn’t take a lot to calm him down, a warm bottle and some ear pets and he should be okay

📻If not he most likely just needs a nap

📻And he will not go down without a fight

📻Screaming, crying, kicking, biting

📻But once he’s actually in bed he is fast asleep the moment his head hits the pillow

📻Forgets how tall he actually is so when he demands to be held he sorta has to clamber about to get comfortable

📻He’s an absolute sweetheart though I pinky promise :3

#age regression #sfw agere #agere #agere community #agere blog #fandom agere #!!! <3 #age regressor #headcanons #hazbin hotel age regression #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel headcanon #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel agere headcanons #hazbin agere #agere hazbin hotel #agere headcanons #regressor headcanons

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sommerregenjuniluft · 1 year ago

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@hpsaffics feb 3 - time loop - 1117words

aka fem bartylus in their bonnie and damon from season 5 of vampire diaries arc (i made myself cry with this but also i'm on my period so who knows ksfjf)

“Hey, look,” Barty says, her head popping up over one of the grocery store shelves, “The small, pickled corn cobs you like so much are on Sale.”

Regulus doesn’t have to look up to see the shit eating grin stretching her lips as she holds up the jars of pickled corn with the impossible to miss, red SALE stickers that have been there for every single day of the past 3 months. She simply rolls her eyes and turns to grab an OJ out of the cooler, like she does every Saturday morning. Regulus believes in keeping a weekly and daily schedule in favor of not going insane, thanks a lot.

There’s a noise across the empty store that sounds like Barty put two of the jars into the shopping cart.

Regulus sniffs, ignoring the flutter in her stomach as well as the sting deep inside her ribcage.

She goes about filling her own cart methodically, absentmindedly listening to Barty mucking about wherever she is. Humming under her breath, bags crinkling, the sounds of the cart clinking against stuff. Barty has great spatial awareness in any situation except for the grocery store.

Regulus still feels last weekend in the tender bruises along her Achillies heel. If bruises stayed that long she’d have enough evidence from a year ago to build a real case. They do not, however, so Regulus is just left with the knowledge of it and that hollow feeling in her chest like someone had a big scoop and Regulus’ heart was a tub of Ben & Jerries.

She continues down the aisle in a bit of a daze. Eggs, oatmilk, protein bars, Earl Grey, Spaghetti and Fusilli because Barty is a fussy shithead that won’t eat other forms of pasta.

They meet again in the snack aisle, Regulus rounding the corner and finding Barty curled over her cart, studying the back of a honey puffs packet.

She’s gnawing on her bottom lips, rosy mouth pursed to the side and the line between her eyebrows deep and pulled low beneath her fringe and Regulus watches some of the longer brown hair slip over her shoulder and to the front. The round muscle is bare, freckled, and so are her arms because last week Barty made it her mission to go through Evan’s closet and cut off the sleeves of his every one of his t-shirts.��

Regulus had been furious.

She misses him desperately. Pandora and Sirius, too. The very first night she’d slept in her best friend’s bed, clad in one of Sirius’ softest shirts. Regulus doesn’t remember a time she’d wept herself to sleep so harshly.

Barty had come and gotten her after 32 hours of refusing to leave the room and dragged her into a shower before plopping her down on one of the kitchen bar stools and making pancakes for her. Whipped cream and blueberries on the side. And then she’d left to go wherever it is she goes every single morning after breakfast until she’s returning for lunch.

She slips the strand of silky straight hair behind her ear now and then glances up when Regulus advances farther into the aisle.

Their eyes meet for a moment, mint and blue gray, clashing, getting caught in each other. Hooks sinking in, ripping at the entangled spots, and when Regulus finds it in herself to break away she feels raw. Chafed. A hotly throbbing ache. Burning.

Regulus looks around in the shelves but she isn’t really seeing any of the things. It takes a moment and then she’s taken aback when she genuinely can’t find the Ritter Sports party mix. It should be right in front of her, nestled between the Kinder stuff and the no name rows of chocolate bars. There’s an empty space on the shelf where they should sit and Regulus blinks at that spot in confusion.

Before she can do more about it the cold metal of a shopping cart grazes Regulus’ naked calf, jolting her and making her look up at Barty where she’s come closer, still lazily draped over the handle of her cart, now sporting an amused expression.

Her smirk is horribly smug and sitting a little lopsided on her unfairly beautiful face, “Lookin’ for something, Black?”

Regulus opens her mouth to respond but then Barty props her chin in one of her palms and cocks her head at an exaggerated angle, pointedly letting her gaze wander over the shelf Regulus is standing in front of numbly. And then up.

Regulus blinks again and then follows her line of sight automatically. She sweeps her gaze back around and up and then spots the chocolates where they’re perched on the very top of the shelf. Neatly set up over the row of Reezes there.

All the way up there and impossible for Regulus to reach.

Her favorite chocolates.

Barty had taken the time to put every last of Regulus’ favorite chocolates on the top of that shelf with such care for order she’s never once applied to their pantry in the months they’d lived together back when they were a couple.

Regulus feels her browns knit, eyes burning with anger and when she looks over she watches the smile on Barty’s face turn wider. That’s about all Regulus is able to take.

Her chin starts crinkling and she feels her lips start to wobble despite the way she’s biting down on the inside of her lower one hard enough to draw blood. There’s nothing Regulus can do against the tears shooting into her eyes and the way her throat starts to clog up before, pathetically, a single sob escapes her.

And then she’s crying. Full on, shoulders shaking with it and Barty’s smile falls.

She looks properly panicked and the cart gets shoved to the side, colliding loudly with the opposite shelf, and then she’s there to pull Regulus into a hug.

Her head hangs uselessly as she weeps into the crook of Barty’s arm and chest, deep heaving sobs as Barty cradles her head and holds her tight by the shoulders.

“Hey, hey,” Barty mumbles, voice strained, “I’m sorry, Reg, I’m sorry. I’ll get them back down.”

Regulus uselessly ruts her face into the naked skin, tasting salty shame in the corners of her lips.

“Every single one of them, I’ll get them all down, baby. I’m sorry,” she whispers, breath hot on the crown of Regulus curls.

Regulus finds her hands fisted into the material of Barty’s shirt, clutching at it numbly while she tries to swallow the sobs, “I hate you.”

Barty nods above her, “I know, baby,” and if Regulus didn’t know any better she'd think she hears shame and regret mixed into the words. “I know.”

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writingcuredmyfrown · 4 years ago

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wanton, lewd, lascivious

“So, how do you know when a girl actually likes you?”, I asked my friend, seated directly across me, gnawing away at his corn on a cob.

“You can’t. I mean, you can...but, it’s kind of hard. You can’t rely on a single thing, every girl is different.”

He was an anxious type of fellow. I could feel his leg violently move up and down, occasionally banging the table. He didn’t even look at me when he spoke. He was busy with the corn, which left his hands as greasy as a Soviet engine, as he frantically fought to keep it steady.

“Yeah, sure, but there must be something, something that all girls do when they like someone.”, I said, trying to make sense of the things Clementine told me yesterday.

My dear friend, who, at this point, had finished with half of the cob, took a minute off his valuable time and looked at me, blinking twice before saying:

“Did she tell you that you smell nice, or perhaps complement your hair?”

“No, not really, she only told me that my arms aren’t bad.”

“Not bad? Really? Is that all? Listen, you have to do better than that. She practically told you she’d have sex with you if you were the only man on the planet.”

I was utterly confused. I had done nothing wrong. I thought spending the afternoon with Clem would be a great way to know her, and, well... see if she liked me. But she told me things I simply couldn’t decipher. I looked at my companion and leaned forward:

“Dude, come on, it can’t be that bad. I’ve done nothing bad, said nothing...too bad, I suppose. Like, what’s the deal?”

He didn’t even bother paying attention to my helpless state of panic and worry. All he did was stop shaking his leg, stare at me for a good three seconds and then:

“Yeah, I see. You gotta do better than this, too. Your clothes are awful, your hair is a mess, you have no perfume and you barely even know what color matching is.”

I actually had nothing to say. He was right. He was absolutely right. I never had success with girls, never. I tried being nice and all, tried being a jackass, a badass, a smartass, just an ass - it never worked. There was always something missing, and I never knew what. I tried finding out, but not even one of my close friends could tell me. I guess I just have to do better. Better than this, better than that...better than myself.

“I guess you’re right, yeah. So...how can I do better? I haven’t got a clue. You got some advice for me or...should I just wing it?”, I said.

At this point, he had finished his corn. He had put the cob down, in his plate, and was looking at me like a work of modern art. He took his glasses off, put them down as well, this time, next to the plate. Manners, precision, impeccable timing. He looked me dead in the eye and said:

“Bruh, just go gay, man, just go gay. It’s so much better than this...this warfare between men and women. And while you’re at it, look up the etymology of the word, you’ll be surprised.”

He stood up, he took his plate and gave me a wink. What a guy, I thought. Chronically anxious, occasionally classy, and always, always hot. I could feel it. I was already doing better. Much better.

@flashfictionfridayofficial - As always, providing top quality prompts, for top quality fiction works, written by authors (me) with questionable skill. <3

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saffirestars · 4 years ago

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Flaky Headcannons

• Flaky is struggling to figure out what gender identity best fits. Currently knows They/Them and She/Her pronouns are preferred

• They're really anxious over the fact they can't nail down a gender identity. Feeling like any label they pick will somehow get them ridiculed for "not meeting the criteria" of X gender.

• To avoid the anxiety of explaining things Flaky tends to just answer "I'm a girl" when ever asked about their gender

• Flaky is surprisingly fast. Years of running away at the first sign of disaster has helped them do so with impressive speed

• Flaky normally has Beetles songs playing while driving, though they only singing along when no one else is in the car

• They greatly enjoys corn on the cob and pumpkins, so much so that Flaky makes cute little noises while gnawing on either one

• However it's best not to point out that they make any noises, otherwise Flaky will stop eating entirely and worry they're annoying others

• Flaky likes balloons and watching them bob peacefully or slowly drift back to the ground

• They've taken up sewing to patch up holes their quills created in blankets and other things. The stitches are pretty messy, but it gets the job done

• Plus, Flaky likes the mishmash of thread colors and patterns. It's messy and weird but is still good, and that's comforting

#happy tree friends #happy tree friends headcannons #flaky htf #flaky headcannons #Me? projecting onto flaky? perish the thought

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if-found-return-to-gusu · 4 years ago

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Saturdate with Lan Zhan Pt 3

So for added dramatic flair, once we got out I draped myself over a hay bale and cried that I thought we were going to die but you saaaved us Lan Zhaaaan you saved us! You’re a hero!!

Did people stare? Yes. But I like to think they were amused and charmed.

Hah.

Lan Zhan smiled again and offered me a hand to help me up again.

I asked him how he was so good at getting out. Surely he must have done a corn maze before and he’d been leading me on this whole time!

Instead of answering he picked something out of my hair. Straw? A leaf? Doesn’t matter.

My heart exploded again so I just did the only thing I could do in such a situation.

I swooned dramatically again, though this time I swooned into his arms. (I swear this man could probably bench a truck if asked).

He caught me

Because he’s wonderful

But then

Kissed

Fucking

Cheek

Again!

FUCK

I mean I know I started it but FUCK

I have opened a door that will probably just give me more heartache in the end. But at the time I really just… didn’t care. All I cared about was being so close to him.

Eventually my brain started functioning again and I managed to gather enough willpower to stand up straight again.

Cleared my throat and asked him what he wanted to do next.

“Eat” he says

In that smooth as velvet voice of his. That I could honestly listen to forever. He could read the dictionary to me and I’d be happy.

Shame he’s so efficient with his words though. I’ll take what I can get. Every word is a gem.

And I wasn’t gonna complain that that was his choice either because i was starving at that point, but didn’t want to admit I’d skipped breakfast.

I don’t know why. Just didn’t want him to know.

Anyway we went to the little area with a bunch of food trucks and told him to get however much of whatever he wanted. I’d been saving up for this ever since I decided I wanted to take him out (it’s much easier when you work for a job that actually fucking PAYS you but I digress.)

He stared at the menus for a while and pretty much got a bit of everything except the real basic stuff like Pizza and burgers.

He said he was trying everything that was new to him. (MY HEART)

And apparently that includes corn on the cob?????? How can you never have eaten corn on the cobb??????????

Well… on second thought. Having seen him, his brother, and his uncle… I think it is kinda hard to picture them all just sitting at the table and gnawing at a corn cob like some sort of animal with a bone.

Anyway I felt like a little goblin hoarding all this food. We skittered over to the picnic tables and laid out our feast. I cackled like the goblin I was and I got another smile from Lan Zhan.

We split everything but I made sure Lan Zhan got the first bite of it all before I did. That way he could have more of what he liked and I could polish off what he didn’t like!

Turns out he has a sweet tooth! He went to TOWN on those mini donuts!

I was so excited to see him trying all this stuff and asking what he thought

Do you like this? What did you think about that one?

Should we get more of that later?

That I forgot that I was dying of hunger like a poor family on the Oregon Trail.

Until he shoved a corndog in my mouth and told me to eat.

Oh Lan Zhan what would I do without you~? <3

(Seriously though. My life would be so much worse without you in it. Thank you, Lan Zhan, for taking such good care ofme. I don’t deserve it but you do it anyway. I hope I was able to give back even a fraction of that care.)

We worked our way through our feast fit for kings and I found I was very glad we hadn’t eaten BEFORE the maze or Lan Zhan would have had to roll me.

I told Lan Zhan as much and that smooth fucker said he would have just carried me!

“Noooo I’m so fat now with this little food baby I’d break your back!” I protested like an eloquent prince. I started rubbing said food baby while resisting the VERY strong urge to undo the button on my jeans which were a biiiit tooo snug now.

And of course because I can NEVER WIN AGAINST THIS MAN

He replied “I’ll carry you both” like the smooth fucker he is.

“What a diligent father!” tease in a feeble attempt to save some face.

And he just

SMILES at me again. Like a real noticeable to the general public smile!

And my heart just STOPS.

I yelled at him to WARN me before he smiles like that. My poor heart.

He just smiled AGAIN while promising to try.

THAT FUCKER

I bumped him with my shoulder because honestly what else was there to say? He is the ONLY person in the WORLD who can leave me speechless. And he takes advantage of that WAY too often! It’s not fair!

TBC

#Lan Zhan #lan wangji #wei ying #wei wuxian #wangxian #long post #(Modern AU!)

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ducktracy · 5 years ago

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131. i’d love to take orders from you (1936)

release date: may 16th, 1936

series: looney tunes

director: tex avery

starring: elmore vincent (pa scarecrow)

another merrie melody that would often be reused as an underscore in future cartoons (prominently in porky’s last stand as an underscore). this time, a little scarecrow longs to follow in the footsteps of his father.

our story begins in a spacious corn field, surveyed by a hungry crow above. pan across to meet a scarecrow in the distance. the crow lands right next to the scarecrow and prepares to indulge itself in a spare cob of corn lying on the ground, seemingly unbothered by the scarecrow’s presence. a stupid little dummy frozen in a pose—kid’s stuff for a smart crow. however, the crow quickly realizes that this scarecrow ISN’T just a run of the mill frozen dummy: the scarecrow bares its teeth and bristles at the crow, effectively shooing it away.

the scarecrow admires his work and stretches, cracking his back after a long day of work. his watch (an hour glass) signals it’s quittin’ time. snagging his lunchbox, the bag of hay happily strolls on home to a jaunty underscore of the titular song. the walk is full of character and the score compliments it very nicely, a happy and endearing atmosphere.

he arrives home, just in time for a tiny scarecrow to peer out of the window expectantly. the father scarecrow opens the gate and winks at the audience knowingly, quite obviously aware of his child’s presence. predictably, the scarecrow opens the door and pretends to have the straw scared out of him as his son tries to be as intimidating as possible. the father lifts up his son, who asks “did i scare ya, daddy?” he’s met with an encouraging “yessir! you sure scared me that time!”

all is well as he marches inside, his son perched on his shoulder. he meets his wife and they exchange a kiss, the son happily ducking beneath them. the mother inquires about the father’s day, who gently places his eager son down. he mentions that he scared 10 crows away—big news to junior, who couldn’t be prouder of his old man. ma tells pa that junior wants to play scarecrow, and that they should do so together while she whips up a meal. truth is only added to her statement as the little scarecrow eagerly tugs at his father’s pants.

and now we launch into a spoken version of “i’d love to take orders from you” as pa leads his son to a “scare chart”, ready to show him how to be the best scarecrow in all the land. pa shows off the various poses and the son mimics them (hence the song title, taking orders from his father.) there are some intriguing angles, particularly a lovely shot of the father’s legs in the foreground framing his son in the center. the song is cute and fun, hard to dislike.

on the wall hangs a tin pan. pa proposes that with each snack to the pan (creating a bell sound), the son must show off what he learned. the bells keep on coming and the son performs his poses in rapid fire succession. while not as exaggerated as other instances, it’s still a fun way of tex incorporating his knack for speed. the father is satisfied, handing off junior to ma to put to bed while he fixes himself dinner.

ma carries her son into his room, undressing him (a silhouette shot from outside, a curtain obstructing our view) and tucking him into bed. she gives him a kiss and turns out the light. suddenly, junior’s eyes widen. he jumps out of bed and says his prayers, wishing to be a “biiiig scarecrow, just like my daddy.” he snuggles into bed... and whips out of bed once more to coda with a quick “amen!”, a gag made funny with tex’s timing.

morning arrives, junior awoken by the crows of a nearby rooster. an idea hatches. junior gets himself dressed and creeps out of his bedroom—pa’s still asleep. all according to plan. he tiptoes across the house so as not to wake him, poking his head out the front door and doing the same happy, sneaky, knowing squint-n-point his father had done previously.

strolling along casually, whistling inconspicuously, junior slowly approaches the rooster perched on the fence outside. just as the rooster begins to crow, junior gives pose #2 (one his father lauded himself), and sure enough the rooster is effectively startled. success! junior puffs out his chest and marches along outside, terrorizing every animal in sight with good ol’ #2: a squirrel hammering away at a nut, who runs into a tree and rides an elevator to the top branch to continue his duties, and a rabbit gnawing away at a carrot and diving into a number of rabbit holes (a gag that’s reminiscent of the hayseed, looney, whack-a-mole bugs bunny portrayed by the hardaway-dalton cartoons.)

now his biggest test yet. junior stands in the very spot his esteemed father stood the day previously, same lone corn cob strewn on the ground. yet that’s not the only similarity: the crow from the day prior also returns, ready to feast on his corn. what follows is a very amusing scene of junior attempting to scare the giant crow with #2, waddling around at every corner and raising his hackles. the crow merely ignores the kid and continues to feast. what makes this scene 10x funnier is knowing that archive footage courtesy of bob clampett exists of tex avery and bob clampett acting out the scene for reference, tex as junior and bob as the crow (i’m actually not certain if that’s bob, but i don’t know of any other animator who looks like that.)

the crow finally finishes his meal, and junior’s efforts are more futile than ever. unamused with the scarecrow’s meager attempts to scare him, the crow retaliates by giving the scarecrow a taste of his own medicine. and, of course, junior is scared shitless. he makes a run for it, scrambling around in place as he only digs himself into the ground.

what’s a cartoon without a chase sequence? the crow gangs up on the scarecrow, who attempts to cut corners by running straight through the cornfield. following right behind, the crow cuts up the corn with its wings, a fun visual, reminiscent of country boy when the corn stalks fall back into place in bundles afterwards to the beat of the music (a hurried rendition of the title song.) while junior runs, he attempts to scare off the scarecrow with everything he knows, periodically posing, yet to no avail. the crow is too intimidating. another fun camera angle of an overhead shot from the crow’s point of view.

desperate, junior goes back to ol’ reliable, #2. and this time, it works! the crow recoils and all of the color drains, literally turning him white with fear—the first time this gag was ever used! it would become commonplace in the looney tunes universe. the crow flies away, and we see why junior is so effective: behind him tower two legs. pan up to reveal pa also doing #2, the real perpetrator, unbeknownst to junior.

junior is as revitalized as ever, grinning ear to ear as he runs back down the path for good measure, scowling and puffing out his chest. accomplished with his work, he turns around, marching pridefully straight into a blockade of legs. everything starts to register (some lovely subtle head movements and animation by bob clampett, who is the only animator i can seem to identify at this point—i’ll change that!), and junior laughs sheepishly, sputtering “o-oh, hello daddy!” pa scoops up his shadow, talking about how his mother’s been looking for him everywhere. father and son head home, reunited at last.

that night: pa lounges by the fire, reading while junior explains in depth the events of his exciting day: “no sir! i wasn’t a mere afraid of that ol’ crow, ma! i just stood there like this, and pretty soon down flew a great, great, great, GREAT big crow! and just then, i did like this—“ a shadow of a crow is projected onto the wall next to junior, and the all too familiar caw terrifies junior out of his wits. he cozies up to his mother for protection, and we pan over to see pa himself making a shadow puppet of the crow with the light from the fireplace—iris out.

for a tex avery cartoon, this one certainly felt much more freleng-esque. never a bad thing, though! friz doesn’t at all get enough credit for his merrie melodies, especially during the dark days of 1934 and the earlier half of 1935. this cartoon was much more cute than it was funny, but it definitely does cute really well. junior was very likable and relatable, as was pa. the scene with junior attempting to scare off the crow is great, but i think half of that is attributed to the fact that all i can see is tex himself acting out the scene. the music was lovely as ever, and overall the cartoon was extremely endearing, happy, and cute. i definitely think it’s good for a quick pick me up!

link!

#lt #i’d love to take orders from you #reviews #long post #avery

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turbomun · 6 years ago

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I need more bonny immediately

Teaser for Puppet City under the cut!

I’d known that something was wrong even before I found my father’s body.

All day, at luncheon and the shopping arcade and the cinema, an air of wrongness had seemed to pool thickly around me, no matter where I turned to try and escape it. On my way back from the cinema, in the trolley, I’d started itching all over, mildly but unavoidably. Since it was a public place, I’d done my best to ignore it, though I couldn’t keep from rubbing my thighs together under my skirt. Mr. Innes – my father’s friend, and the chaperone that he usually sent with me when he was busy with work – noticed, but he was too polite to mention it.

We walked from the trolley station and stopped at the corner of Harley Street. Mr. Innes and I had an unspoken agreement in which he would at least allow me to walk up to my front door alone, a small freedom that meant more to me than it probably should have.

“Good afternoon, Bonny,” he said, tipping his hat to me lightly.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Innes,” I echoed, performing the briefest of curtsies. Then I turned for home without another thought, my skirt not quite brushing against the ground, unaware of how much would change by the time I saw him again.

Gilded letters on the door spelled out: Throckett’s Remarkable Clockwork Servants. Doctor Devon Throckett, Owner & Proprietor. Officially, this place was called a “sales office” – it was far too upscale to be a mere shop – yet my father and his associates had called it “the shop” for as long as I could remember, probably because they could still remember when this operation had been anything but upscale.

I stepped into the front lobby, and I could have sworn that even as I passed through the doorway, the itching in my skin intensified.

“Father?” I called, rubbing at my arms through my sleeves. He’d said that he would surely be finished by three o’clock today, and he had no appointments scheduled after that. I produced my pocket watch; it was half-past four…yet there was no sign of him.

The lobby was empty, but I noticed that further back, the door to the showroom was slightly open. That was terribly odd – with all of the valuable pieces stored there, examples of his most successful works, my father never left the showroom unsecured. Then again, perhaps he’d had an unexpected client drop in, and was showing some eminent gentleman around even now…

But if that was the case, then why didn’t I hear any voices?

Peering into the showroom, I saw almost everything that I would have expected. A strip of plush red carpet meandered past a dozen pedestals of polished wood, and from each pedestal a different clockwork servant surveyed the room, gleaming beneath its own spotlight. All the way at the opposite end of the room was the door to the workshop, metal and imposing, always bolted shut. Clients were never permitted to enter the workshop, and I myself had only been inside a handful of times, always under my father’s strict supervision.

Except that today, not only were the bolts drawn back, but the door was open – and not just a small amount like the door to the showroom. It gaped like a monster’s mouth.

“Father?!” I cried, suddenly alarmed.

I didn’t think, only hitched up my skirts and scrambled through the showroom, my feet thudding dully against the carpet. When I reached the door, the threshold between opulent paneling and utilitarian porcelain walls, I froze. Three steps led down from where I stood into the bowels of the workshop.

My father lay sprawled out at the bottom of the stairs, motionless.

I knew immediately that he was dead, although I couldn’t have explained just how I knew. My skin was so itchy that it seemed to be coated with a million crawling insects. Unknowingly, my fingertips clawed at my sleeves as I walked down the stairs, aware of the discomfort even though the rest of me couldn’t feel anything yet. He was face-down on the tiles, his laboratory coat spread across him as if somebody had already laid out a burial shroud. One of his hands was planted on top of a neatly creased sheet of paper, upon which was printed my name:

Bonny

I eased the note out from under his palm, thinking vaguely that I should be having some sort of visceral reaction, as I’d never seen a corpse outside of grainy photographs in the newspaper. But so far, I felt neither disgust, nor horror, nor despair. The only things I was aware of were the frantic thudding of my heart and the maddening itch under my skin.

The note was obviously a suicide note, and it was just as obviously intended for me.

My dearest daughter,

By the time you receive this message, I will have ended my life. For the past three years, I have attempted to cope with the consequences of what I did in a moment of grief, and it is finally time for me to admit failure. However, you deserve an explanation.

Many years ago, I was a widower raising my daughter, Barbara Throckett, on my own after her mother perished in childbirth. I was very indulgent with Barbara, as she was the only family I had and more precious to me than anything in the world. I allowed her frequent visits to my workshop, and by the time she was thirteen, I permitted her to look around even when I was absent – she had taken a shine to engineering, and I wanted to encourage her as much as I could.

But it wasn’t to last. That very same year, I arrived home one day to find Barbara had gotten too close to one of my…experimental devices. I will not cause you further pain by describing the scene I encountered, but suffice it to say that she had been injured quite severely, and died before I ever returned home. Of course, I was devastated. I had lost the only family I had left in the world, and without Barbara, I felt myself lost.

Yet, in the extremity of my anguish, a singular idea occurred to me. Poor Barbara had been beyond repair…but perhaps, for someone of my skillset, she was not beyond recreation. I had made my living building clockwork servants; now I would attempt to build a clockwork daughter.

And as you have probably surmised by now, Bonny, I was successful. That clockwork daughter is you.

I felt cold, cold as metal. The itching was rapidly becoming unbearable, and I would have begun desperately slapping at my skin if that hadn’t meant letting go of the note.

Of course, even when I had perfected an independent intelligence capable of running in a human-shaped automaton, Barbara’s personality could never be perfectly transferred over to a brain that wasn’t even organic. Some changes were inevitable. It was for this reason that, although I programmed you with her memories, I decided to call you Bonny. I made a few alterations so that you would believe that this had always been your name, and with the same technique, I concealed many of the physical differences between you and a human that you might have been inclined to question.

I do love you, my dear, and if you cannot forgive me from withholding the truth from you, I will certainly understand. You have made the past two years of my life much happier than I ever thought they could have been. But I don’t deserve you. And besides, seeing you – the way that you haven’t grown at all since I created you, although I now claim that you are fifteen years old – only makes me miss Barbara all the more. It was wrong of me to expect that you could have ever replaced her.

I leave you with the truth, and with my sympathies, although I know that they cannot mean much to you now.

Yours, in regret,

Dr. Devon Throckett

The note slipped from my hands, fluttering across the corpse on the floor.

I had never thought of my father as a madman, and I couldn’t bear to now. Perhaps he had taken some poison to end his life, one that had caused him to hallucinate vividly before death, and he had written out this letter full of gibberish in his last minutes…despite its measured tone, and the fact that his handwriting looked as steady as ever. He had taught me to always look for the evidence, and there was no evidence that he’d lost his mind, but there was also no evidence that I was merely one of his clockwork servants! Surely I would have noticed something like that…!

The itch in my skin, burning and crawling and gnawing, blotted out all rational thought. With a stifled cry, I yanked up the sleeves of my dress, dragging my fingernails along my forearms. I could see no rashes, no bites – the skin was creamy and flawless—

At least, it was up until a large strip of flesh peeled away under my nails, tearing away as easily as a husk from a cob of corn.

I froze, waiting for blood to well up, for pain to assail me. But neither happened. If anything, the itching had improved in the now-skinless area of my arm. And as I hesitantly lifted the wound to my face, I saw that what I’d revealed was not blood or muscle, but rather something…hard, much harder than flesh, and off-white in color.

Bone?

I pressed my fingertips against it. No, the texture was all wrong for bone. Much too smooth, flawless, manufactured…this was no natural substance.

This was porcelain.

#Puppet City #bunnikkila

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I love Kass' kickass momming so much! So...Does Kass ever take teaspoons of Ash's gripe water (or other natural remedies) because she doesn't think it does squat for her kid's colic or teething but she hates to waste things and "hey it tastes nice and the adult dosage is two teaspoons, guess this was my alcohol for the day"? #numbtongue of an internet mum who should be studying instead of sending half-confessing ask-dumbs to drunk scurv-um

....I have no idea what gripe water is. And I am not a mom so I am no the most knowledgeable on how to handle colic-y babies. Most of my baby knowledge comes from helping raise my sister and development classes, but anyways to the question.

Kass wouldn’t take something that is meant for Ash. It would sit oddly with her. That and she isn’t really a big on alcohol to begin with. She doesn’t like wasting things but I don’t see her sipping this. Not that she would ever judge other moms for doing it. Momhood is different for everyone and what works for some doesn’t work for others.

For teething, she likes to use a lot of cold based stuff to help with it. Ash was all about just...chewing and massaging the gums, she almost always had something in her mouth to help her deal. One thing (and i got this from my dad) is she would freeze corn cobs, where the corn had been eaten off already, and give those to Ash to gnaw on. The open kernels help massage the gums.

Ash was a fussy baby and liked to be held most of the time, so Kass would tend to just keep her in a body wrap while she went about her business.

Thanks for the ask and good luck with the numb tongue and studying!

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saverspender · 5 years ago

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A) Being my own Sugar Daddy means I am interdependent, not dependent on a man for anything. By this I mean I can CHOOSE to be with someone rather than being compelled to stay in a relationship because of money. It doesn’t mean I think: “I don’t need a man for anything!” and I insist on doing things just to prove I don’t need a man. That’s ridiculous and insulting, actually. I just means I have the financial security that I can more than take care of myself and my son, all alone, if I ever needed to. I feel even more secure, and happier in a relationship where I am my own Plan B, than if I was in a happy relationship but very aware that I couldn’t really be on my own without him. B) STEM = Science, Technology, Engineering, Math If you want to know more about my job in any way, click on my FREELANCE highlight or search it on my blog SaveSpendSplurge.com C) Love fashion. Wish I had found and embraced secondhand designer shopping sooner than I did. D) Not perfect on the eco-front. I try my best, but I am only human. I do go pretty far however. E) Learned French 6 years ago with my partner. Full immersion, picked it up after about 3 months. FIVE FUN FACTS 1. I greatly dislike gnawing on anything with my teeth Corn on the cob,🍗 chicken, ribs — it all as to be peeled off by hand. 2. For someone who doesn’t like wearing 🕶black, I have a lot of it in my closet There are just some pieces that look better in black, like a tuxedo jacket, leather jacket, or a lace skirt. 3. Secretly would have become a 👗stylist or something along those lines if I didn’t go into STEM. You know, like Rachel Zoe. But more money-minded. 4. I do not drink coffee. Tea only - matcha green tea lattes in the morning, maybe one cup of black tea & nothing past noon. 5. Obsessed with mystery and food shows of all kind - documentaries, whatever. Castle, Elementary, The Mentalist, Psych, Mr. Monk, Sherlock Holmes, Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries…. How about a fun fact about yourself? https://instagr.am/p/CDcoIFqHgWs/

#IFTTT #Instagram

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24 please!

Alright. Here’s another one I thought no one would pick in a million years. You guys seem to really like Colby (or torturing him). TBH he was a total afterthought to tie up the Mike&Co gang…but for whatever reason, I’ve spent a lot of time and energy on his backstory and deep dark thoughts, so here we go with Colby having a morality crisis…

And, just for the heck of it, a little disclaimer here: Any opinions expressed by this character are basically things I’ve dreamt up to make him an interesting individual. They’re not necessarily opinions I actually hold.

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It’s the bizarre time of the semester when no one wants to get anything done, but things in fact need to be done. Halloween is over, but Thanksgiving hasn’t come yet. The home stretch of academics has arrived, with final exams under a month away and papers and project deadlines looming. But a record number of students are cutting class instead of cramming in the library like they’re “supposed” to be.

Colby’s the awkward in-between. He’s been slacking on his reading, so he has a perfectly good excuse to skip his Greek and Roman literature class, but it’s not like he doesn’t enjoy going, hearing the professor’s explanations of symbolism and plot themes, even if he doesn’t have anything to add to the discussion himself.

Class doesn’t start for half an hour anyway, so Colby has plenty of time to wander campus and decide if he really does want to be there. He turns to cut across a stretch of lawn between the sciences building and the library, then pauses, confused by what he sees.

A huge tent with a dark blue canopy dominates the grassy field. Students are crowding around it, talking and laughing. The chilly autumn breeze carries the unmistakable scent of barbecue. It’s his third year hanging around Michigan State, and Colby’s never seen the likes of this before.

Curiosity piqued, he wanders up to what turns out to be the end of a long line. People inch forward, and finally Colby comes to a makeshift food service counter. Plates of beans and corn on the cob and smoked turkey and pork ribs are set out for the taking. His eyes widen at the sight of so much food.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” Colby asks when he reaches the front of the line.

“Student council, keeping everybody motivated,” a guy in a chef’s hat replies. “We’re here to feed you and remind you to go to class!”

“Ha, nice one,” Colby says. “This is really all free?”

“Yeah, you pay enough in tuition, right?” the guy responds with a laugh.

Colby hesitates, wondering if he should mention that he’s on scholarship. But the guy just uses a gloved hand to push a plate toward him. “Happy studies,” he says.

“Hey, thanks,” Colby says, taking his food and exiting the tent.

There’s a bench on the edge of the lawn near Humanities, and Colby sinks down on it. He looks down at his plate, in awe that this food, which would easily cost $10 or more at a restaurant, is free.

Colby’s hungry. Not starving, since he usually saves lunch for after class, but he could eat. And especially when free food is staring him in the face…

It smells good. The spices remind him of holidays and campgrounds and a whole host of happy things. But…it’s not something he’d choose for himself. How much corn syrup is in the baked beans? Is the corn GMO? Was the meat humanely raised? Does he want to eat meat at all?

Who is he, Colby Mitchell Carson, broke college student, to think he’s above a hearty meal? Living with Jason and Mike has given him access to money for the first time. Jason’s been exceedingly generous with his debit card, letting Colby borrow it whenever he wants to go to Whole Foods for kombucha and organic chickpeas and raw cashews. He’s gotten used to the high-class hippie life.

But he’s just an imposter, really. How nice would it be to get full at school and not have to eat $10 worth of groceries that don’t really belong to him?

Shut up and eat, Colby tells himself. He digs his spork into the baked beans and swallows the steaming mouthful. They verge on too sweet, but the syrupy taste is familiar from his childhood. And a vessel for healthy carbs and proteins. If he can ignore the accompanying chemicals.

The end of the pork rib is sitting in the beans, so Colby picks it up next. Protein. He wills himself to think about that instead of hormones and antibiotics and other less pleasant things.

It’s been a long time since Colby’s had straight-up barbecue, and he has to admit it tastes delicious. After a couple large bites, he uses his teeth to scrape remaining bits of meat from the bone. The curved, hard surface feels odd between his teeth, and after a moment, the realization that he has a piece of an animal’s body in his mouth is overwhelming.

The rib bone falls from Colby’s limp grip onto his plate. His hands are shaking; sweat breaks out on the back of his neck.

Hold it together; you’ve done nothing wrong. But…he feels like he’s committed an act of cannibalism. Gnawing on a fucking bone like a caveman…Colby feels like he should be so much above it, morally speaking. He looks down at the half-eaten meal, but he’s so disgusted that even the visual of sliced turkey is enough to ramp up the nausea.

Saliva fills the space at the back of Colby’s mouth. He swallows it quickly down, but he can feel rough pieces of the food he just ate sitting in his throat, and he makes the split decision that if it doesn’t want to stay in his body, maybe he should be grateful.

Colby sprints for the nearest trashcan. He tosses his paper plate in first, then leans over the barrel-like bin while his stomach contracts. He tries as hard as he can not to taste everything, barely tainted with stomach acid, as it rushes back up.

After a minute, he breaks away coughing. Colby stumbles to the nearest building and leans heavily against the wall, struggling to get his breath under control.

“You ok, man?” somebody calls to him?

Colby offers a halfhearted thumbs up. He feels awful. Plus the beginnings of shame are setting in. He’s a 6’2” 20 year old grown man who can’t handle meat on the bone. But at least he’s a grown man who can make his own choices. And the next one he makes will certainly be to get home before he’s sick again.

#ocs #my ocs #original fiction #mike & co #colby carson #sickfic #emeto #emetophilia

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dogfoodpitbulls-blog · 6 years ago

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Uncovering The Better Dog Food For Skin Allergies

After a long, hot summertime with an itchy pet, where nothing was functioning to eliminate the continuous chewing and also gnawing night and day . I started to question the completely dry food that I was feeding Jasper.

Being a "free feed" other, Jasper was on a completely dry pet food diet regimen - one that I believed fit him perfectly. His weight was good, as well as he had lots of energy. Nevertheless, pet food is generally just the same, appropriate?

After a fast consult with a neighborhood pet dog shop to see what they advised, I discovered that there were several active ingredients in completely dry foods that I couldn't even articulate - why was I feeding this thing to my precious hairy

pal? Sensations of a sense of guilt quickly occurred.

Checking out some of the chemicals that prevail in completely dry dog foods, it revealed that lots of pet dogs have dreadful allergic reactions (much like Jasper) to the chemicals that utilized so that suppliers can have a longer service life and also sell even more of their product.

Returning house with a small bag of food that did not have these hazardous chemicals in the - BHA (Butylated hydroxyanisole) and also BHT (butylated hydroxytoluene) -, Jasper dined on his new food gladly. As well as the scratchy dog syndrome went away .momentarily.

Even more enigma components on the packaging then researched.

Corn maintained approaching on my radar. However, corn is a normal active ingredient. I enjoy best grain free dog food for skin allergies ! I quickly found out that the corn in our doggy's food is not the very same corn-on-the-cob that you as well as I take pleasure.

KEEP IN MIND: Corn is the leading component in almost any completely dry family pet food. Typically tags are misleading and also report a healthy protein resource, such as fowl meal as the initial ingredient - but commonly it's not the main component (Extra on this later).

You would not think what they do to corn - or instead where it truly originates. Many (as well as I mean a whole lot!) of what we think about reputable pet food manufacturers, get their corn from storage silos where the corn past its expiry. It's moldy, loaded with toxic substances, pesticides as well as many mycotoxins.

KEEP IN MIND: Mycotoxins are carcinogens that have connected to cancer cells. Whoops! Not only are they utilizing crappy grains consisting of wheat, barley, and rye, but the plans also shout that the food within is healthy and balanced food for your dog! It is not an ingredient you want to see in dog food for skin allergies.

Ok, back to the fresh start. I now knew Jasper could locate relief with a far better top quality kibble. Could grain-free canine food be the last response? Truthful to benefits good-for-dogs feed can found in the animal shops, yet you require to look with all the muck to locate it on the shelves.

There are just inadequate earnings in the economical brand names of food for the pet dog food makers to worry themselves with what is best for Jasper - or your pooch. Jasper is currently on a far better diet regimen for dogs, and also he has whole lots much more energy (virtually pup like) than when he was a scratchy canine.

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Human Foods That Dogs Can Eat (And Are Good For Them!)

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Whenever Maggie sees me go into the kitchen at night, she knows that I’m about to pull out all the best food in the house.

She loves watching me cut chicken, fry ground beef, and put meals together.

For some reason, she always believes that she’s going to get a bite of everything that I make, even though she rarely gets human food.

I’m always nervous that if I give her some human food, she’ll eat something that’s terrible for her.

I would hate for my gesture of love to accidentally send her to the emergency vet. Sometimes it’s also nerve-racking when your dog jumps up on the counter and eats something the moment you turn your back.

It’s hard to know what’s good for them and what’s not.

When should you worry and when can you share your dinner?

Read on to learn all about human foods that dogs can eat and are actually good for them.

There are actually many sources of nutrition for dogs beyond kibble or canned food, so see if your dog may be interested in any of these healthy options.

Foods That Are Good for Dogs

Check out this list of foods that are good for dogs so you can make a quick reference before treating your dog with anything from the fridge or pantry.

Hard or Shredded Cheeses

Photo by Lars Plougmann (CC BY-SA 2.0)

Most of the dogs I’ve ever lived with have gone nuts for cheese.

It didn’t matter whether it was a slice of cheddar or a pile of shredded mozzarella, they’d eat it up without thinking to savor it.

Dogs can actually eat cheese in small quantities at a time.

Some dogs are lactose intolerant, but most will be able to have a bite or two of cheese and be totally fine.

Cheese contains healthy fats that are good for their health, along with calcium from the milk.

Coconut (Milk and Oil)

For centuries, people have used coconut extract as milk and an oil to help their health.

It has lauric acid in it, which makes it a great helper in fighting viruses and bacteria[1].

Dogs can have both forms in small quantities.

It’s most effective when used as an oil and rubbed onto dry, itchy, or irritated skin.

Dogs should never eat the shell of a coconut or have more than a few drops at a time.

The medium-chain triglyceride (MCT) oil within coconut oil can irritate the gut and cause symptoms such as diarrhea[2].

Eggs (Cooked)

Most households have cartons of eggs in them because they’re easy to use in so many different recipes.

You might fry them, scramble them, or boil them, which are all great for dogs.

Cooked eggs are a healthy source of natural protein that isn’t derived from meat, which can sometimes irritate dogs with sensitive food allergies.

Never let your dog eat raw eggs, as sometimes they can contain salmonella.

Raw egg whites are also a hazard. They have an enzyme called avidin that joins with dietary biotin and prevents the absorption of it[3].

Biotin is a vitamin that aids in digestion and metabolism and the health of their skin[4], so a biotin deficiency affects their entire well-being.

Fish (Cooked and Deboned)

There are plenty of different ways to get fish in your diet, whether you like to bake it, fry it, or eat it straight out of a can.

Dogs also love fish, which is great because fish have healthy fats and amino acids.

These ingredients help a dog’s skin and coat health, plus their digestive system.

The only thing to look out for with fish is to make sure your dog never eats it uncooked or gnaw on fish bones.

Whole fish snacks and meals should also be limited to only one or two times a week because they’re so packed with nutrients.

Corn Kernels (Steamed, Boiled, or Popped)

You might enjoy corn steamed in the microwave or fresh on the cob.

It’s also one of the most common ingredients in human and dog food, so it’s fine for your dog to enjoy some the next time you grill out.

As long as the corn doesn’t have any seasonings or butter on it, your dog will love it.

A word of warning—it’s safer to give dogs cooked corn kernels instead of a cooked cob. They may bite a chunk off the cob and choke because it becomes soft after cooking.

The next time you sit down for movie night at home and pop a bunch of all natural, unflavored or unsweetened popcorn, feel free to give a handful to your dog.

They’ll love the crunch and the nutrients from the treat.

Peanut Butter (Smooth or Crunchy)

It’s an age old tradition to give your dog a little bit of peanut butter. You might put a dab on their nose or hide it inside a bone.

Peanut butter is a great source of protein and healthy fats, along with vitamins and niacin[5].

When you want to give your dog peanut butter, go for a jar that is unsalted and organic.

Some brands mix their peanut butter with artificial sweeteners, which are toxic for dogs.

A few dog owners may have heard of the various myths that surround the idea of giving your dog peanut butter.

The most popular method is that if you give your dog peanut butter regularly, they’ll die. The answer is much more complicated than this.

The reason why many dogs suffer from eating peanut butter is because they’re given a product that contains xylitol.

Xylitol has become a popular all-natural and sugar-free sweetener that mimics the same taste of sugar. Humans can eat it, but dogs can’t.

If dogs eat large amounts of xylitol, it results in liver failure and seizures, which leads to a quick death[6].

As long as you give your dog all-natural and unsweetened peanut butter, they’ll be fine.

Ham (Sliced or Cubed)

Your dog may show more interest in eating human food when they smell ham cooking in your oven.

They can enjoy a slice or a handful of cubed ham, although it’s meant to be more of a treat than a dietary staple item.

Ham is super high in fat and sodium, which is the same reason why humans usually only eat it on holidays or special events.

It’s a common misbelief that because ham is a natural source of protein, it’s the on the same nutritional equivalence as a piece of chicken. That’s not true.

Be aware that you’ll be feeding your dog food high in fats, which can cause stomach problems in dogs sensitive to fatty ingredients.

A little bit of ham every once in a while shouldn’t do your dog any harm.

Honey

People like to drizzle honey in their tea or on toast, and if you’re ever tempted to let your dog lick it off your finger, you can go ahead and give them the treat.

Honey is full of vitamins, potassium, antioxidants, and calcium[7].

Small amounts help dogs with local allergies and build their immunity to local allergens[8].

A lick or two at a time can be great for dogs, but be aware that any dogs who struggle with blood sugar issues should not have any more than a drop or two at a time.

Honey is known to spike blood sugar[9].

Quinoa (Cooked)

You may have switched to quinoa from brown rice or white rice because it’s a health-friendly option for carb-centric meals.

Your dog can enjoy some quinoa as well and they may already do.

Quinoa is an ingredient in many dog foods because it’s a source of natural carbs[10].

The starches are easy for them to digest, but as always, never give them more than a little bit at a time.

Yogurt

People like to eat yogurt because it helps their gut health.

In small amounts, it can help your dog’s gut as well.

It’s perfect for a little snack and helps to balance the bacteria in their gut because it contains probiotics.

Still, yogurt is a form of dairy, so be careful if your dog is sensitive to lactose. You should also never give your dog any yogurt that has artificial sweeteners.

Read the labels clearly and always go for the most organic option available.

Oatmeal (Cooked)

If you want to whip up some oatmeal for breakfast tomorrow, feel free to share it with your dog.

After you boil it in water, it’s a great source of soluble fiber.

It’s easy for dogs to slowly digest, which means it also won’t spike their blood sugar.

Oatmeal is a natural whole-grain and will sort out any digestive or constipation problems your dog has.

Dogs with wheat allergies can also enjoy oatmeal in small amounts.

As always, never give your dog any oatmeal that has been flavored sweetened or mixed with any other foods.

Carrots

If you have whole carrots in your fridge, your dog would love to have one as a snack.

They’re full of vitamins[11] and serve as a chew toy.

They scrape plaque off your dogs teeth while they chew and help your dog work through teething issues if they’re still young.

Baby carrots are good for smaller dogs but aren’t recommended for larger dogs because they are choking hazard.

For a fun twist, leave whole carrots in the freezer overnight to give your dog a cold chewy toy that’s soothing for inflamed gums.

What to Look For

Whenever you give your dog something new, you should never give it to them and walk away.

They may not eat it correctly, or it could cause issues with their digestive system.

You also never know if they may have an allergy you haven’t discovered yet.

After you give your dog a small taste of a new food, look out for these common symptoms[12]:

Itching

Swelling

Vomiting

Diarrhea

Hives

Wheezing

Breathing issues

Inflammation of the paws or ears

Frequent licking

If your dog shows any symptoms, an easy way to treat this at home is to first stop giving them the food that triggered the allergy.

Doggy Benadryl

You can also give them small amounts of Benadryl.

The recommended Benadryl dosage is 1 mg per one pound of body weight[13], up to two or three times per day.

Consult your vet before administering this treatment if your dog is already on prescription medication.

If the allergic symptoms make it hard for your dog to breathe, walk, eat, or drink water, it’s time to go to the emergency vet.

They may give the dog a shot of an antihistamine or other medications that are stronger and help immediately.

Conclusion

Some people like to say that they never give the dogs any human food.

It’s easier to limit them to food made for dogs and not worry about potentially giving them anything that could hurt them.

I have definitely been that person, but there are certain foods that are totally safe for both humans and their favorite four-legged friends.

Start small and see what your dog is interested in.

A handful of rice, a carrot, or the last bits of tuna in a can could make their whole day and give them the additional nutrients they need alongside their normal meals.

FAQs

Is It Okay to Feed Your Dog Human Food?

It depends on what you feed them.

Certain foods may trigger allergies or irritate their digestive system, like foods high in saturated fat, lactose, or wheat.

Some foods, such as raisins, can even be dangerous for your dog.

What Are the Healthiest Foods for Dogs?

Healthy foods for dogs will be anything that isn’t artificially sweetened or mixed with certain spices and ingredients dogs aren’t able to digest.

You can start with foods like carrots, apples, and chicken to see what your dog enjoys or is sensitive to.

Can I Feed My Dog Human Food Instead of Dog Food?

Human food is best served as an occasional treat for dogs.

There are a few recipes online to make homemade dog food using human foods, but if that isn’t in your budget, you’ll want to stick with meals that contain kibble specifically formulated for your dog’s dietary needs.

How Do You Know If Your Dog Ate Something Bad?

After you give your dog some human food or they snatch something off a table, you can look for standard symptoms that they are unable to digest it.

Look for behaviors such as vomiting, diarrhea, drooling, or itching.

Resources

https://www.healthline.com/health/beauty-skin-care/what-is-lauric-acid

https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/320251

https://www.sciencedirect.com/topics/agricultural-and-biological-sciences/avidin

https://www.webmd.com/vitamins/ai/ingredientmono-313/biotin

https://www.eatthis.com/healthy-foods-to-eat-for-niacin/

http://www.pethealthnetwork.com/dog-health/dog-toxins-poisons/xylitol-poisoning-dogs-a-deadly-sugar-substitue

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3583289/

https://acaai.org/resources/connect/ask-allergist/will-honey-relieve-my-seasonal-allergies

https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/diabetes/expert-answers/diabetes/faq-20058487

https://www.akc.org/expert-advice/nutrition/can-dogs-eat-quinoa/

https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/270191

https://www.akc.org/expert-advice/health/dog-allergies-symptoms-treatment/

https://www.petmd.com/dog/care/can-i-give-my-dog-benadryl-and-if-so-how-much

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Can Dogs Eat Corn? The Answer Isn’t As Simple As You Might Think

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Now that summer is starting up, you may have thought, “Can dogs eat corn?” According to veterinary nutritionists, it’s perfectly fine for dogs to eat corn in moderation. In fact, because corn is one of the most popular and inexpensive grains in the world, you’ll find it in a variety of dog foods. But there are some other things to consider when wondering, “Can dogs eat corn?” Let’s take a closer look here.

Dogs, corn and food allergies

In recent years, some consumers have been led to believe that corn is an undesirable ingredient and part of the “food allergies maze” that can be hard to navigate.

“In truth, true food allergies are relatively uncommon in dogs (and cats),” says Cailin R. Heinze, VMD, DACVN, assistant professor of nutrition at the Cummings School of Veterinary Medicine at Tufts University. “Corn in and of itself is not a problem and can be part of a well-balanced and nutritious diet.”

Can dogs eat corn off your plate?

Corn is more than just filler; it is also a good source of protein, carbohydrates, fat, fiber, vitamins, linoleic acids and antioxidants. So, can dogs eat corn in the same forms as their human friends? If you want to share some corn off your own plate, feel free to do so, provided the corn you’re giving to your dog is free of unhealthy butter, sodium, oil and other seasonings.

Can dogs eat corn on the cob?

One important exception to avoid when thinking, “Can dogs eat corn?” is corn on the cob. It may seem like a good idea to keep your dog busy by allowing him to gnaw on a corn cob underneath a picnic table, but this can get dangerous if he bites off chunks of said cob and ingests them. Dogs run the risk of choking on the corn cob, and the cob could also cause a serious intestinal blockage.

While pieces of corn cob can sometimes pass uneventfully in large dogs, medium and small dogs especially are at a bigger risk for an obstruction. If you suspect your dog gobbled up a cob (or you caught him in the act), watch for signs of distress such as vomiting, straining during defecation, loss of appetite, stomach pain, whimpering and restlessness. Don’t delay in seeking veterinary advice.

Can dogs eat corn in popcorn form?

Popcorn can be a fun and occasional treat for your dog, but keep it unsalted and unbuttered. Plain, air-popped popcorn is high in fiber, and its carbohydrates can provide extra energy. If you make the popcorn yourself, make sure all of the kernels that you’re feeding to your dog are popped. In most batches of popcorn, there are going to be a handful of pieces that don’t completely pop. For a dog, those are the pieces that aren’t digestible and can cause gastrointestinal upset.

Popcorn that gets stuck between a dog’s teeth can cause problems, such as tooth decay and gum disease. Avoid feeding your dog the pre-packaged and flavored popcorns, which contain a lot of sodium, oils and artificial flavors that can wreak havoc on your dog’s digestive system.

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About the author

Writer Elizabeth Vecsi lives in the Hudson Valley with her five cats. Over the past two decades, she has been an editor and writer for various pet publications, including Cornell’s Dogwatch.

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What to Know About Bowel Obstruction in Dogs

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Most dogs simply can’t resist the allure of an open garbage can, or deny their natural canine instincts to devour plush toys. But, unfortunately, if Fido manages to snatch a leftover chicken bone or plays a little too rough with his squeaky toys, it can lead to a bowel obstruction: a blockage of the GI tract that prevents food and blood flow to the bowels and causes your four-legged friend a great deal of pain. Let’s learn more about bowel obstruction in dogs — and how to handle a bowel obstruction in dogs.

Causes of Bowel Obstruction in Dogs

“Bowel obstruction in dogs is most often a result of indiscretion,” says Dr. Taylor Howard, DVM, of University Veterinary Hospital and Diagnostic Center in Utah. “Dogs can and will often swallow objects that are too big to pass through the entire intestinal tract.”

The items that pose the most risk? Pieces of clothing (because what dog doesn’t love gnawing on a pair of stinky socks?) or chunks of toys that accidentally break off during play. “Toys should be tried and tested, and trusted not to have small pieces that can be consumed,” Dr. Howard adds.

According to Dr. Brian J. Bourquin, DVM, veterinarian and owner of Boston Veterinary Clinic, other common causes of bowel obstruction in dogs include corn cobs, acorns, pieces of bone and fruit pits, as well as plastic bags, diapers and even feminine hygiene products.

How to Prevent Bowel Obstruction in Dogs

It may be impossible to stop your dog from wanting to munch on anything he finds on the ground, but for pet parents, he says the key to preventing bowel obstruction in dogs is thinking like a dog — particularly if you have a puppy at home.

“Puppies explore the world with their mouths, so the first thing you need to do is get on your hands and knees and locate and secure all those possible dangers, such as locking the lid on your garbage can,” Dr. Bourquin advises. “And when walking your dog, it’s not the time to be playing on your phone — your dog is going to spot that chicken bone three blocks before you do.”

Of course, bowel obstruction in dogs can happen at any age. “Other than not allowing your dog to chew on animal bones, my number one piece of advice is know your dog — some dogs can chew on a stuffed animal for three years without any issues, and others will destroy it in five minutes,” Dr. Bourquin says.

How to Tell if Your Dog Has a Bowel Obstruction

If you don’t happen to catch your pooch in the act of raiding your trash can or laundry hamper — as is most often the case — you might get clued into the fact that your dog swallowed something he shouldn’t have if he is vomiting or retching or straining to defecate.

Your dog may also be lethargic, and show signs of a painful or tense abdomen. “Some pets will grunt and have a lot of gas when the abdomen is pressed upon,” Dr. Howard explains.

Dr. Bourquin notes that if your dog is continuing to eat normally but not passing stool, that’s a clear indication that a bowel obstruction in dogs might be at play. “Vomiting is always the first clue, but if your dog is either having diarrhea — or not passing stool at all — that can also indicate an obstruction,” he says.

Treating Bowel Obstruction in Dogs

Once your veterinarian rules out conditions like pancreatitis, Dr. Howard explains that treatment for bowel obstruction in dogs may include supportive care with continuous IV fluid therapy, pain management, correction of electrolyte imbalances, and GI supportive medications such as anti-nausea and protective antacids. “If the cause was not thought to be digestible or passable with this approach, then surgical removal through a ventral mid-line incision is needed to identify the obstruction,” he explains.

If caught early enough, your veterinarian may be able to induce vomiting to help your pet regurgitate whatever he or she ate before it has the chance to pass into the intestines and get stuck. In some cases, an endoscopy can also be performed in an attempt to retrieve the item. “A radiograph may be used to spot dense items like rocks, coins and bones, but if your dog managed to eat a plastic bag of piece of diaper, it may only show up on an ultrasound,” Dr. Bourquin says.

What Is the Prognosis for Bowel Obstruction in Dogs?

The prognosis for a bowel obstruction in dogs is determined by how much time passed before treatment, and if the intestines got damaged in the process.

Dr. Howard explains that if your veterinarian has reason to believe that the intestines were perforated due to lack of blood flow and ulceration, then segments of the intestines will need to be removed … and the prognosis becomes much more serious. “The window of opportunity is really within 24 to 48 hours,” he warns. “Please do not hesitate to call your veterinarian if you’re concerned.”

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What to Know About Bowel Obstruction in Dogs

Causes of Bowel Obstruction in Dogs

How to Prevent Bowel Obstruction in Dogs

How to Tell if Your Dog Has a Bowel Obstruction

Your dog may also be lethargic, and show signs of a painful or tense abdomen. “Some pets will grunt and have a lot of gas when the abdomen is pressed upon,” Dr. Howard explains.

Treating Bowel Obstruction in Dogs

What Is the Prognosis for Bowel Obstruction in Dogs?

The prognosis for a bowel obstruction in dogs is determined by how much time passed before treatment, and if the intestines got damaged in the process.

Read more about dog GI issues on Dogster.com:

What Are the Causes of Black Dog Poop?

All About Dog Gastrointestinal Issues — Diarrhea, Vomiting, Constipation and More

Is Your Dog Pooping Blood? What to Do Next

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