#i have to hand feed him the grass he wont eat it off the floor

[danko420]

time for green spaghetti

[bubblesthemonsterartist]

Werewolf AU: either Obi's pov of anything while he's being Shirayuki's wolf, or Yuzuri gets to find out he does indeed have a human form.

It doesn’t smell. That’s his first thought upon waking.

Or rather, it does. It just doesn’t smell like sheep shitanymore. He wrinkles his nose, but he hurts too much and his paws are too far away from him to blot it out. But it’s not asbad as rotting flesh, it’s just… odd: Dead plants and slaughteredtrees and burnt meat are typical fragrances of human dens, and it is that, but beyond, it smellslike wild and moonlight, it tastes like magic and blood, it sounds like-

It sounds like there’s a human. A human that is far tooclose.

He rolls back his lips, baring his teeth is a snarl, but allthat comes out of him is a weak whine.

“Easy. You’re okay.” The voice is tender, so tender, and hiseyes flutter open just a little to see who spoke it. There’s a woman, her lapsoft beneath his head and her magic so bright that it nearly blinds him. Hewhimpers in protest, and she strokes his head, taking some of the pain with it.

“Did you want to see it?”

He’s confused, but then her cupped fingers are before him,slathered all the way to the last knuckle with something thick and white.

He sniffs, and he can smell the animal fat in thereunderneath the fragrance of plants. His stomach aches, empty, and his tonguereaches for it. He winces at the flavor, ears lying flat to his head, and helicks the fabric of her skirt to try to rub off the spreading numbness.

She giggles, and it tickles the air like river stones in theshallows. “It’s not for eating.”

He sneezes at her.

“It’ll make you feel better,” she laughs, rubbing the strongsmelling mixture against the deepest of his wounds.

He’s surprised. Humans don’t use their tongues like wolves do – the elderssay that they lost traded their ability to use it like other wild things longago – but her hands make his skin tingle in the same way a pack mate’s mouthmight, the healing going deep into muscle and blood.

He sighs, melting as the hurt dissolves into warmth. 

“There you go,” she murmurs, petting his ears. “You’ll be better before you know it.”

~ ~ ~

When he wakes again, she’s gone.

He whines, picking up his head with some effort, but he can only see the traces of her magic in the air, sparkling like fireflies.

His whine turns into a whimper. She should come back. The wooden floors are less accommodating without the swell of her thighs to pillow him. It’s been so long sincehe’s curled up in a nest of his brethren, felt the weight of others breaths ina warm den, and he wants just a little more of it. Even if she was just a tiny human, more bone than fur and muscle.

Maybe if he complained loud enough, she would come back and stroke his pelt a littlemore. He had liked that.

Glassclatters in the other room and that quiet voice curses softly. His ears perk. She’s not far after all. Alcohol andlavender assail his nose and he sneezes twice to get rid of the sting. 

She should come back. She would get more enjoyment out of burying her small hands in his fur than whatever she was up to.

The witch sighs, muttering little incantations to herself and he huffs. Very well. If she wouldn’t come to him, he would go to her.

His first few steps are painful ones, the newly knitted skin athis chest pulling with every movement. Lowering his head, he sniffs every step ofthe way. It would be good to know what kind of human this was, who else might frequent her den.

He stares at the parquet, tilting his head in confusion. So many have passed through this place, and recently. She must have a large pack, but- why had he not heard them? Why did they not drive him out like the pack circling this land rightly tried to do?

“What you are doing?”

He lifts his head and there she is. Alone. Her magic is not asbright as before, but he can smell her ire. Fists bunch on her hips, and she frownsdown at him.

He wags his tail tentatively.

“Oh no,” she shakes her head. “Don’t you go making those eyes atme, Mister. Back to bed.”

His tail droops, and he looks around. She’s not much taller thanhim and she clearly is not as strong. He doesn’t have to listen to her if hedoesn’t want to.

Her hand buries into the fur at the nap of his neck. “Come on,”she grumbles, steering him back.

His lips curl. He could fight her, but-

He huffs, walking with as much dignity as a tiny human chastising himas if he were a wayward pup would allow, and then obediently curls back upunder her stern gaze.

She covers him with a blanket, patting him once on the head.

“I’ll bring you some food in a little bit. Just sleep for now.”

His eyes follow the bright flare of her magic until it fadesinto the other room.

~ ~ ~

Her pack is a strange one indeed.

Changelings of all sorts. Sons of Selkies. Descendants of demons. And daughters of men that smell like royalty. They all come and go and she pays each one no more reverence than the last.

Her closest pack mate he keeps one eye on, though. She smells like a cat and he does not like it. But either her magic is not strong or she was not taught for she just stares at him through theopen door.

Good. She knows who belongs here and who does not.

“What do you think, Yuzuri?”

“I don’t know.” She frowns at him but he can smell the lie. “Has he shed his skin?”

~ ~ ~

Every day he gets a little stronger, every day he gets a little more restless.

He is not made for indoor life, and when the night comes alive while she is fast asleep on the floor above him, he buzzes with energy, coming close but not quite testing the strength of her boundaries surrounding her home.

Tonight, though, something scurries in the dark, pale fur bright in the moonlight, hopping between the rows of her garden plot. 

It looks delicious. He wants it, bloody and alive between his teeth. He wants that last squeal of life before the crunch of bones silences it.

It must feel his hunger for it freezes, head lifting from a patch of vegetable and it’s nose quivers. It looks around rapidly, caged and nervous like prey always are, and quickly eats the rest of the leaf it had pilfered. And then it hops away, disappearing back into the forest.

He cries, pawing at the window. No, he wants it. He has to go get it. He pushes hard against the witches boundary and yelps when her magic smacks him away.

“Mister Wolf?”

He freezes, ducking his head at the groggy voice, and bashfully looks behind him.

“Is there something out there?” Her face is bleary with sleep,squinting into the dark. She’s wrapped in a blanket and she scratches behind his ears, frowning at nothing. “Did something scare you?”

He whines at the door.

She smiles down at him. “Don’t be scared. Nothing can get near this home unless I invite it.”

He cries some more, paw batting the air as she turns away. 

“I’ll stay down here with you so you’re not alone.”

He watches as she pulls down a blanket, flopping a pillow down onto the ground beside it.

“C’mon,” she settles next to his nest, patting his own bedding thick with his scent. “It’s too cold to not sleep together.”

~ ~ ~

He follows her after that. There’s not a step that she takes that he is not right behind her. If she will share his nest at night then he will share her day. 

The people, they come and go with more frequency than they did in the beginning, paying him less mind with every given day, and he thinks he understands now - her pack is not her pack. At least not most of them. She’s a healer; a wise one. They come to her for guidance and she grants it and sends them on their way regardless if they bring anything to her in offering.

So he stands guard at her side when they come so they know their wise one is a powerful one indeed. It’s all he can offer her. In that, he is no better than the most pitiful of the humans, and it fills him with shame.

And then the humans are gone, but her kindness remains true. She pets him. Feeds him. She whispers her little stories into his fur as she falls asleep. 

And he wishes there was something more he could do.

~ ~ ~

She’s humming, a sweet sound that is only comparable to the songbirds of the wild.

He has long learned to stay out of her way on days like this, when she takes a stick with dried grass to the floor and patiently beats the dust out of her blankets, leaving them in the sun to warm.

But today something has changed. Today she takes his blankets and he balks at his nest being disturbed. She pays him no mind, lifting the corner of one to her snout and then sniffing. Her nose wrinkles up.

“I’m going to have to wash this with lye,” she mutters.

He whimpers. He had just gotten those blankets to smell like he liked them, but she’s still not paying attention. Instead she is staring at the floor with a perplexed frown.

The witches bends over to pick something up and he stops whining, his head tilting in interest.

But she comes back up, several of her undergarments in hand. 

“That’s odd,” she frowns. “How did these get here?”

She takes all of it away, the door to the outside swinging shut behind her.

His tail droops. Those were his.

~ ~ ~

The cat is back. 

And this time she brought her kitten. 

He can’t say that he likes the mother. But he can’t say that he doesn’t.She smells of feline and watches him constantly as cat’s are wont to do, prepared to bat his nose if hesteps out of line but a second.

But her presence soothes the witch’s loneliness in ways that he cannot, so he tolerates her, playing gently with her offspring. 

The kitten is shy thing and although he smells a man on him, he has no strength. So he sets out to make him stronger.

The kitten grunts, pulling with his whole body against the knotted dishtowel that the witch had made them, and he tugs back, the fabric caught carefully between his teeth. He makes sure the kitten wins every other round.

“He likes him, I think,” the witch smiles, toweling off her hands and giving the cat a mixture of oil and life. “It’s good to see Keiran not so scared of him anymore.”

“He’s more like his father in that,” the cat grins slyly. “Hopefully when it’s your turn, you’ll find someone a little less nervous than I did.”

“Maybe,” the witch laughs. “One never knows.”

~ ~ ~

When the sky turns to burnish gold, the cat and her kitten depart, wandering down the dusty dirt road. His witch waves goodbye, scratching his head with a heavy sigh.

And he’s angry for some reason suddenly. So very angry.

He thought she at the very least the cat was a member of her pack, but- these people. They just come for a little while and then they leave. No one ever stays. They just take and take and never give and-

And it’s wrong that she be alone like him. She’s not cursed. She’s not damned. She protects this land with her magic and blesses their health.

He shakes his whole body in irritation, turning away from the sight.

It’s not right that he’s angry with them. He’s knows that when he is healed, he will have to leave her too. It’s not right for him to stay here when he is good enough to move, not right of him to steal her companionship as if it were something to be shared with a black dog.

He comes up short, staring at his nest of blankets that only just started to smell right again. In the center of it lay the knotted dishtowel, a toy left behind by the kitten she loved.

He stares at it longer, head tilting. He may not be able to give her much, but- but if he shed his skin, walked on two legs instead of four for a few nights…

He’s not strong enough to make the change. Not yet. But maybe- maybe he could give her something so she was not lonely anymore.

He shakes himself again. He must be going mad being kept indoors like this for so long. He should start making plans to leave. Maybe tomorrow.

Of course, that’s what he told himself yesterday.

~ ~ ~

Two more weeks pass and then he can put it off no longer. His wounds no longer hurt, they no longer pull nor break nor smell with the promise of infection. She has done all that she can do for him and more.

He crawls close to her that night just to steal just a few more moments of her scent. He’ll live longer than her, likely. He’lllive until she is nothing but the earth that she loves, but he’ll carry herscent long after the world has forgotten her name.

Her hand ideally strokes his fur, staring intently at one of herbooks. She doesn’t like it when he tries to pull her attention away from them.If he’s patient, she’ll just-

She sighs, her arm falling limp. She strokes his ears. He’ll miss that too, but he can’t take it with him.

“Am I wrong?” she says suddenly, and he perks up, looking up ather. There’s something so sad in her voice. “Are you just a wolf?”

He blinks at her, his heart weighs just a little heavier. He had hoped that was not the only reason she had cared for him, not the only reason she overlooked the ink of his pelt, but-

“Well,” she smiles sleepily, “even if you aren’t a faolofh, it is still nice havingsomeone else in the house.”

He stays still for hours after that, his chin resting against the soft of her belly, and watches the flames until they fade to ember. 

The change is not as difficult as he remembered.

[leon-the-sylveondoesgames]

This is a conversation between Pet! Naga! Matthew Williams (yes for starter) and yourself, Australia [Jett Smith].

Pet! Naga! Matthew Williams (yes for starter): Matthew waited in his tank sheepishly. The little snake was 'sunbathing' under his sun lamp, his chest laying on a warm rock. His long red tail twisted around him to fit underneath the sun lamp for some warmth, the window by his cage having been left open and bringing in a chilling breeze. "Matthew, feeding time buddy," He lit up, smiling in thanks and flicking his tongue when one of the employees set down a little bowl of food for him, veggies and berries for him to munch on. He grabbed one of the lettuce leaves and started to eat happily when someone stopped and peered into his cage. It wasn't one of the employees. He smiled up at the customer and left the leaf, slowly slithering up to the edge of the cage to squeak a little 'hello' to the human. "Hello there.." He greeted shyly, watching the other as they observed him. Miniature naga weren't very common as pets, they hid well in the wild due to their small size, Matthew only being roughly a foot long at full length. He was a sweetheart though, he loved being with humans. Sometimes when he was good he was allowed to take a few vitamins that enlarged him to the size of a small human, and he got to lay in the grass outside. But he was accustomed to being small. The humans were so gentle and nice to him, it made him so happy. He wondered if he would go home with this one and get to be a pet. He always wanted to be a pet. Getting to go to a new place and get to cuddle with his human and have a friend, he'd always thought it would be really nice.Australia [Jett Smith]: "well hello to you to? aren't you adorable! kinda remind me of the snakes back home! oh i'm Jett nice to meet yah!" the dusty brunette says looking down at the 'tiny snake person' he found at the pet shop, he didn't expect to find something like this but non the less was happy to find something new and existing!Pet! Naga! Matthew Williams (yes for starter): He smiled sweetly up at him, curling his tail a few times to make a makeshift tail for him to settle himself into, his head leaned back to watch Jett. He was nice, and he liked his accent. He didn't meet a lot of people from out of the area, it was nice. "Nice to meet you too." He said sweetly.Australia [Jett Smith]: Jett smiled down at the 'little snake person' before having a quick glance around the store "you the only one of your kind in this shop? i don't see any others? did they all get adopted or something?" Jett asks as he turns his attention to the small naga "cause if you are i feel ten times as lucky that i came in today! seeing as i came to get a little friend to keep me company at home!" Jett explains looking down at the tiny nagaPet! Naga! Matthew Williams (yes for starter): "No, the little Naga are just hard to catch in the wild." He shrugged. "Wait.. really?" He asked sweetly, pushing himself up with his tail and pressing his little hands onto the glass of his cage. "I'd love to be your little friend! I really like being around people. The store employees sometimes carry me around on their necks or their arms and it makes me really happy.." He giggled, his little cheeks turning light red. He really hoped that he'd get to go with him.Australia [Jett Smith]: "sure you can mate! you seem way more interesting then a cat or a dog and you can talk so yah!" Jett says a big smile on his face as he watches the tiny naga look at him in hope and excitement "i'll be back just need to talk to the employees and then we can be off!" Jett says turning to head to the counterPet! Naga! Matthew Williams (yes for starter): He smiled sweetly, incredibly happy at the idea of getting to go home with him. Jett seemed really nice. "So someone's finally here to pick up little Matthew huh? Well I'm happy you're so interested in him. He's the sweetest little naga you'll ever meet. Just be careful with him at first, he's got little fangs and naga like to give little love bites when they're really happy. He got his venom glands extracted so he can't hurt you, but the fangs pinch a little, I know that personally.." The worker laughed. "Do you want his store terrarium or want to buy him a new one? I'm happy to get one ready for you."Australia [Jett Smith]: "i'll take the store terrarium thanks no need for a new one mate sides he seems comfortable in this tank! and thanks for the warning but i think i can handle being nipped! i mean i'm quite use to snake bites so it should be no problem!" Jett says a smile on his face as he glances back at the naga before turning back to the employee "how long has he been here anyway? he looks like he'd be adopted at first sight! with how small and cute he is!" Jett asks the employeePet! Naga! Matthew Williams (yes for starter): "He was caught roughly five years ago, brought here about four years ago after everything was done to make him a safe pet. Getting his glands taken out, getting vaccinations, figuring out his best diet and all that, he's so sweet I don't know how no one adopted him before today. Other than watching for his little bites just remember not to feed him too much meat, if you do give him some crickets or a part of a mouse, he gets bloated really easily eating other types of meats. Other than that make sure he gets a healthy mix of fruits and veggies, nothing too sugary and he'll be perfectly healthy. He likes iceberg lettuce and cherry tomatoes best." The employee rang up the charges for the other. "Once you sign a few things you can bring him home."Australia [Jett Smith]: "right o mate just tell me where to sign!" Jett says grabbing a pen off the counter top and signing where the employee pointed to and paying for everything, turning back to the naga Jett walks over "so mate what's your name you never really told me?" Jett asks as the employee got things ready for him to take the little naga homePet! Naga! Matthew Williams (yes for starter): "Matthew." He said sweetly as his things were gathered up and he was put into a little transportation cage to keep him from getting hurt by the shifting rocks in his cage during the drive home. "What do you want me to call you?" He asked warmly. All owners liked being called different things. Sometimes by their name, sometimes by something like 'master' or 'sir' or 'mister', he wanted to make sure he was happy.Australia [Jett Smith]: "Jett if that's ok with you?" Jett says grabbing the carrier and heading to his car, opening the passenger seat door and placing the carrier inside "i'll be back just got to grab you tank and put it in the trunk!" Jett says heading back into the building and grabbing his the tank and heading back to put it in the trunk of his carPet! Naga! Matthew Williams (yes for starter): He nodded, watching through the bars of what was really just a small cat carrier with a blanket laid inside, looking up at the other when he got back in the car. "When you set up my tank, can I have it by a window? I like being able to watch things outside." He smiled sweetly.Australia [Jett Smith]: "of course!" Jett say smiling down at Mathew "now let's head home!" Jett exclaims as he leaves the parking lot and drives back home, half way to his home Jett noticed that Mathew was rather quiet "so Mathew do you mind if i call you Mattie? i wont if you don't want me to i just want to know if you wouldn't mind me giving yah a nick name? oh and i should say it is pretty hot where i live in summer and dam cold in winter so i hope you don't mind that ether" Jett asks giving quick glances to the little nagaPet! Naga! Matthew Williams (yes for starter): "I hibernate in the winters. Well, usually. They kept me awake over last winter with my heat lamp, but if you want to let me hibernate when the temperature starts to drop just let me know ahead of time so I know to stock up my body fats. And I really like when its warm. I-I have pale skin though so I have to be careful or sometimes I get sunburn on my upper body.. A-And of course you can call me Mattie." He smiled sweetly, flicking his tongue slightly to help catch the scent of the air, it all belonged to Jett. A scent that he'd probably become rather accustomed to.Australia [Jett Smith]: "that's good hmm i normally keep my home really warm in winter and i don't think you have to worry about getting sunburns I've got sunblock to cover that! but i will say i'd have to see how you feel about hibernating when it get's to Autumn!" Jett says as he pulls up to his drive way "we're here Mattie! welcome to your new home!" Jett says picking up the carrier and holding it up for Mathew to see the house from inside the car, the house was a cream colour and has a burgundy colored roof, the house is small but homely looking "so what yah think?" Jett asksPet! Naga! Matthew Williams (yes for starter): "Its really big.. and pretty.." He said sweetly, lightly gripping the bars of the cage and poking his little head out, smiling. It was really nice, he hoped the other would let him roam around sometimes when he was good. "A-Are you sure you wouldn't want another pet? I mean, I-I'm really small, I think if you had one of the dogs or the cats they'd like the house more.." He said softly, suddenly feeling a little insecure, and kind of bad for the other pets. Matthew could get lost in shag carpeting, the other animals would be able to roam a lot easier and they might like the house more.Australia [Jett Smith]: "nah your way cooler plus my home would be to small for a dog they would get pent up and wreck the place plus cat's wouldn't like the wood floors in my home and would scratch the furniture plus there's not really that many place's for you to get lost in so i'd say you'd be fine and even if you did mange to get lost you can always call out for me to come find yah!" Jett says smiling at Mathew "so let's head in and you can have a little roam around the place wile i find a place to put your tank!" Jett say getting out of the car and heading into the house, once in the house Jett places Mathews carrier on the ground and opens the latch "now you go have fun exploring while i get your tank and set it up!" Jett say heading back out to the carPet! Naga! Matthew Williams (yes for starter): Matthew slowly crawled out of the cage, deciding that it would be nice to explore a little. He slithered over the floors until he found a table, easily climbing up the table-leg like it was a shrub branch, reaching the top and looking around from the top of the table, watching the other start to fix up his tank with his little pond and his pebbles and his sunbathing rock, finally his food bowl and his sunlamp. Meanwhile he curiously ventured around the kitchen, climbing on the chairs and onto the counter. When Jett was finished he was found playing with a house key. It was shiny. He liked shiny things. As seen by the bottle caps and little bits of metal that had been hiding in the rocks of his cage, he had a knack for collecting shiny things.Australia [Jett Smith]: "well seems you fond of shiny stuff!" Jett says smirking at the little naga "well what do you think of the house?" Jett asks going to the fridge and getting himself a drink and some lettuce and tomato for the little naga to munch on "it's not big but it's home plus there are plenty of windows to go looking out of! you might even see a kangaroo or two once in a while relaxing under the near by trees" Jett sayPet! Naga! Matthew Williams (yes for starter): "The house is really nice." He said warmly, setting the key down and slithering closer to the other when he got his drink and a bit of lettuce and tomato for him to munch on. Which he was grateful for because he never got to finish his lunch. "What's a kangaroo?" He asked curiously.Australia [Jett Smith]: "hmm well there like over grown rabbits that steal your lunch" Jett says grumbling about them always taking his lunch "but there pretty friendly when they know you wont hurt them or there baby's there normally brown and and have long tails and eh you'll see them and maybe some emus to! the over sized chickens are a lot more common!" Jett says laughing at his own description of the animals before grabbing a can of pasito from the fridgePet! Naga! Matthew Williams (yes for starter): He nodded, imagining a large chicken running around with giant bunnies with long tails. It was a weird thought, but he hoped he'd get to see them from his window. Matthew yawned, stretching his arms and his long tail, which squirmed lightly in his stretching. "Mm.. It's really nice looking around up here, but can I go to my cage? I want to build a new nest so I can take a nap soon.."Australia [Jett Smith]: "of course" Jett says picking up his little friends gently and walking over to his tank and placing him in side "if yah need anything just tell me and i'll get it for yah!" Jett says heading back to the kitchen to get his drink then heading to back to the lounge/bed room that the little naga's tank sit's safely by the room's windowPet! Naga! Matthew Williams (yes for starter): He nodded, smiling when he was picked up then gently set onto the rocks of his cage. He went around gathering up his favorite smoother pebbles and the little scraps of fabric and dried grass he'd been given to build his nest at the store. He started with the pebbles at the bottom, then the fabric layered up, and then the sticks and grass. He built what looked just like a dark little grass hut that he easily slid into. After he finished building it up, he found all his shiny pieces of rock and metal and displayed them around his little hut, a habit that came from being captured wild. It was something about attracting a mate? He didn't remember why he did it, but he liked it. "Mm.." He slid back into the hut, coiling up to take his nap.

[victoriousk9]

Ruff Luv

Can you tell from my immediate lack of updates that raising a puppy is one of the hardest things to ever do?…

I knew it would be hard and I knew it would take work but I may have underestimated. I’m sure if you’re not flying solo it may be slightly easier, but single puppy Mom life is RUFF. Since I last wrote, our days have been filled with the same routine over and over. Vet visits and training sessions every two weeks. It seems like non-stop work with the most minimal results. The vet has you visiting every two weeks for shots and boosters and depending on if the appointment is with a tech or with the actual vet, the price of the appointments varies anywhere from $35-$135 a visit. Then you have private training every two weeks at $100 a lesson. Not to mention everything else in between - LIKE PUPPY FOOD and gas to get you all these places! 

The lifestyle change IS REAL: We try and do the same things each day as close to the same time as possible.

8 AM wake up, out to potty. Then we sit on the deck and try and practice our CHILL until it’s time to eat around 8:30/8:45 AM. After that we try to potty again and sit for a little more before going back into the crate so I can get ready for work. Once I’m fully ready to go, I run him out for one more time to potty before he goes back in the crate and I head out for work. I come home for an hour each day around 3-4 PM for more potty breaks and mid-day feeding. Then back to work until I get home around 9 PM to potty and eat again. After this I try and have Vic out for an hour or two and then it’s bed by 11 PM or Midnight! On Fridays and Saturdays we do the same thing only the routine shifts an hour earlier. On days off we start about an hour later with our wake up routine but the rest of the day is more filled with at least one solid adventure for Vic and as much out of crate time as possible. We repeat the same damn things every day and I’m not sure if we are just progressing really slowly or if we are right around where we should be for 4 months old. 

At our 3rd training we were really discouraged. I say WE because I REALLY felt Vic was just as stressed as I was. I really like the trainer, but just like any parent, I AM going somewhere for a (free) second opinion this week. 

During feeding time is when we do most of his training as he is being trained 95% with his food & good praise, 4% with just good praise and 1% with treats. Feeding/Training time goes like: Filling a fanny pack with the amount of food Vic eats per feeding (about 1 cup 3x a day) and then rewarding him with his food by hand after he successfully does what I want him to do.

  Things we know so far and will do mostly, with or without food, (except when we choose not to listen): Victor, Sit, No.

Things we are learning to get better at but we get nothing for: LEAVE IT, DROP IT, NO.

Things we know so far and will do for food :Sit, Down

Things we will do sometimes for nothing but mostly for a treat: “Go to your room”

Things we are working on with food and treats: Heeling, Sit’s and Down’s forever 

Things we want to get better at: Time spent staying in the sit/down position until released. Going back and forth between both.

Things that seem to go nowhere: No biting, No jumping. No means no

Things we still want to learn: EVERYTHING ~ Especially that consequences aren’t a game! I always had a feeling if I had a kid he’d be as big a brat as I was!

~Well its definitely challenging and exhausting and frustrating but through ALL that, it’s still somehow so strangely rewarding. Like it’s just, this is my fucking dog, and that’s cool. He’s with me. And he’ll get it. We have time to get it. So. Yeah. 

I would like to make one update here a week but we are going to have to see how that goes. We move in two weeks so I am hoping the new place creates some positive changes: Pet wise there will be NO CARPET, only hard wood so accidents will be less detrimental. And there is a HUGE fenced in yard so Vic can “run it out” WAY more often. Its also a first floor so there wont be any running a puppy up and down a flight of old wooden steps. Hopefully he will start to understand NOT going to the bathroom in the house if he can be run outside to grass faster than it takes me to run him down steps. There is also more space so hopefully the cats can get some peace. They still aren’t too happy. 

In more exciting news, I have been taking Victor on adventures out in the woods and on trails. I use his long cloth leash for that and he is so much more well behaved out there. Walking him downtown is a nightmare. But taking him out into the cut for fun is the best! 

Adventure pics!: