#he's trained! we go on walks and to the petstore and such

[mysterysolver]

FRIDAY THE 13TH POST BLACK CAT. meet the good Sir Bartholomew Bugbee, aka Bug 🐛 he is the very bestest boy and should be known by all.

[taehyungsgrowl]

omg imagine a fluff with duncan and y/n trying to adopt a dog— after Duncan just buys the whole petstore with toys etc for their sweet puPpy bc that’s cute but I don make the rules

sorry its taken me while to reply to this!

but since we were talking about Duncan spoiling reader earlier, why not extend it to his pet as well?

LIKE maybe he’s not even 100% sold on getting a dog. “Y/N.. they’re messy, they stink, and pee every where, shed like crazy. Nope. We’re not doing it.”

“Duncan, c’mon. We can get one that won’t shed and we’ll train it to go outside to pee. Please.”

And after weeks and weeks of begging, he’s finally cave.

Walking into the shelter (because y’all are getting a rescue #downwithunethicalbreeding) y’all would see a little pup who was hiding behind all his siblings, cowarding away, scared of everything - you knew you wanted that one. “Look Dunc, she’s scared.”

You had trouble getting her to come to you, even after you offered her treats. Just as you were about to give up and look for a different dog, Duncan said, “Here, let me try.” He kneeled down and started making kissy noises at her, showing her the treat.

Slowly and tentatively, the little pup scurried to Duncan and licked his hand before taking the treat. Even he couldn’t stop from smiling and rubbing the dogs head.

“I think she likes you!” You knelt down time take a closer look at it.

“Can you blame her?” He teased, making you roll your eyes.

When you finally got home with her, you couldn’t pry Duncan away from the little pup. He had it on his chest, gently petting it. He also played tug o war with one of the toys, rolling around on the floor.

The next day when you come back from work you’d find a table filled of pet supplies. Toys and treats and more. All for your new baby.

“And here I thought you didn’t want a dog,” you smirked, taking the pup from Duncan’s arms.

[happyhealthycats]

Heimdall

This guy in the picture is Heimdall, and he’s the first cat we ever adopted. He’s got a little bit of a story behind how he came into our home, so read on!

My husband and I had been talking about getting a pet for our apartment. I was unemployed at the time, and unbelievably lonely at home while searching for a job. We had just moved out, and for the first time in my life, I was living on my own. I have always been an animal lover, but was brought up mostly with dogs, as was my husband. We decided that a dog was not the answer, since once I got a job, my schedule would be up in the air and I didn’t want to have the stress of figuring out when to walk the dog or feed it or train it. So we went through a few different options. Cats immediately came up, but my husband had been brought up with severely allergic people, and was slightly allergic himself. We decided on a reptile, specifically a ball python, and we got the money out of savings for an enclosure, the care, and the snake itself. We went to the local petstore (PetValu), where my brother-in-law worked. I had to fix a shirt for him, so I was picking it up to work on it that night. In their adoption kennel was this enormous, chilled out adult cat, just looking out the window. We interacted with him and he was just the sweetest, most relaxed cat I had ever seen. So we learned his story. He had been surrendered by his previous family, who were in the military and had to move and could not take him with them. He had been in the store for about three months, and his adoption fee had been knocked down to $10, because no one wanted him. Everyone adopted the kittens out from under him, but left this big guy, at the time named Mr. Kitty, to sit and watch out the window. Apparently he was a couch potato. You could tell because he was over 20 lbs and just lazy as could be. He had beautiful orange eyes, and kept giving my husband and I wonderful headbutts as we scratched him through the cage. We were in love with this guy. So we went to lunch to talk things over. I figured out ways to keep his dander down (brushing, wipes, air filters), but we joked that we could NOT keep the name “Mr. Kitty”, we had assumed a child in his previous family had named him, and while it was sweet and endearing, it didn’t fit us, or him for that matter. Then we thought about it. His beautiful, orange eyes, and the way he sat up on his top cage and looked out the window all day, we looked at each other, and at the same time said- “Heimdall!” At that time, we knew we had to adopt him. I had never had a cat before. I went into research overload. I sucked up all the information I could about how to take care of a cat, and how to make sure they were happy. With all the money we had for the snake, it was easy to get all the things we needed for Heimdall to come home with us. We even bought him a cat tree that we immediately returned, because he was perfectly happy lounging on the couch. Heimdall is so incredibly friendly. We have friends come over who are decidedly “not cat people”, but they absolutely love Heimdall. He’s a really chilled out dude, and his attitude is so relaxed and fantastic. The only issue was his weight. He weighed in at a whopping 25 lbs, and the vet warned that he was in danger of developing diabetes. It was a LONG process that I’ll go over in a future post, but now, almost four years later, our wonderful boy is down to a healthy 12 lbs, and the vet has given him a clean bill of health, and said that he is at his ideal weight.  He’s food-driven, for sure. We’ve had to overcome some eating issues, but like all cats, he was a special guy who needed individual assistance in shedding the pounds over a long period of time. He’s a cuddly boy who just purrs constantly when he’s getting attention, and we love him so much!

[blackwaterbubbles]

10 and 20 :)

10. Three of my old pets!My first pet was a peach faced lovebird named Emily. She was amazing, already tame when we got her, and so cuddly! Then my parents bought a parrotlet and PUT THEM IN THE SAME TINY CAGE. They both became horribly aggressive. You’d walk in the room and Emily would lunge at you from 10 feet away… the parrotlet became just as mean. It was like Emily was protecting him or something. So we had to give her away. I’ll never forgive my parents for how that whole thing went down.

My pug! I miss my pug. Her name was Raisin and I picked her out at a petstore when I was 9 years old. I thought she was the cutest fudging thing I’ve ever seen. She lived to be 13 and only died a few years ago. She was the type of dog that was perfectly trained, but would basically -decide- to obey or not. You could see it in her eyes, deciding a treat or to just keep doing what she wanted. And she was a great snuggler, too. I still miss her, and I’ve wanted another pug since we got her. But I know more about their messy genetics and I could never bring myself to get one.

My first betta, Violet. She’s my icon :)I had her for 3 years, I think. Because it was during college, she had been moved from a tank to a bowl to a vase, and back to a tank, etc. And moved from my moms house to mine, multiple times. It was clear she recognized ME, as she hardly ever reacted to my mom during the months she was there. I loved her more than anything, but I took crap care of her. I didn’t understand the cycle exactly. I had a filter but sometimes I used it, sometimes I didn’t. The bowl she was in was a 3 gallon, and the tank was a 10, but I would go a while without water changes. She was always healthy and perky I thought, but in hindsight, I can see the damage it did to her fins. The last months of her life, anything would constipate her. A single pellet would leave her bloated for a week!

One day, I was leaving for class and I stepped out my door. I glanced back at her, and walked up and told her I loved her and I’ll miss her. I just had a feeling it would be the last I saw her. And the by time I came home, she had passed.

20. What age would I allow my children to have their own pet?Probably an age where they can consistently pay for the correct needs. Honestly though, I’ll probably have so many animals, and I’ll just share them lol.

I had this one father at my petstore say he made his kid write an essay on the care requirements of both a hamster and a cornsnake. It helped him decide, and it proved to his parents he could care for it. He was like 8, and seriously knew everything. It was awesome