#outercoat

[telomirage]

"it's like, submersive, you know?"

"it's submersive?"

"it's like, unscheduled"

"like it goes underwater?"

"canonical—"

"caNAUTICAL" - friends at the table: counter/weight (prequel) without context

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; zestial

requested by ; anonymous (13/02/24)

fandom(s) ; hazbin hotel

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; zestial

outline ; “can you do general relationship headcanons for Zestial?”

note ; characterisation is likely very shaky as we haven’t seen much of him so far in the series

warning(s) ; some canon typical references to violence, but mostly fluff!

though he may be a terribly imposing demon and an overlord with a reputation and presence that demands respect and fear, when it comes to your relationship zestial is nothing short of a complete and utter gentleman

he’s very traditional in his displays of affection, as one might expect, which means you’ll be on the receiving end of many of the following gestures (amongst many, many others along the same lines): him draping his outercoat over your shoulders if you complain about feeling cold or are wearing something that’s drawing a bit too much attention for his liking, him walking you home from every date just so you feel safe (and because he enjoys your company, of course), him bringing your hand up to his lips to chastely kiss your knuckles or the back of your hand in greeting, him memorising how you enjoy your drinks and either making them for you himself when you visit his home or sending for his servants to do so on his behalf, him walking with you whilst either placing a guiding hand on the small of your back or interlocking your arms just to make sure that all of hell knows that you’re taken, and so on…

he tends to lean towards more traditional pet names and would prefer if you did the same when addressing him — think along the lines of ‘my dear’, ‘my darling’, ‘my heart’, or ‘my love’ (emphasis on ‘my’ as that’s one of the many casual ways that he proclaims his ownership over your heart and being through your partnership)

his dating style is, again, very traditional and gentlemanly with him preferring to take things slow to enjoy the process of courting and wooing you in its entirety — so expect things like: lots of chaste shows of affection leading up to that eventual kiss that happens after a long time of anticipating it, semi frequent dates that involve more walking and pleasant conversation than anything else, the frequent exchanging of letters and gifts that would feel incredibly out of place for anyone but him, and compliments given in earnest that are very sparsely heard from such an intimidating overlord

carmilla is the first person to find out about your relationship and deals with the brunt of zestial’s pining for you whilst also being the only person he goes to for advice on the rare occasion where he feels like he needs it — of course he’s plenty confident in himself but if you happen to be from a more modern time period there are times where he’ll turn to carmilla’s expertise and experience in order to properly meet your needs and expectations for your relationship

usually this means an afternoon spent in her office discussing gift ideas (between his own thoughts, carmilla’s suggestions, and your personal tastes it’s safe to say that you’re never left wanting for anything so long as you’re together) or with her briefing him on modern day dating etiquette, which he rarely ever makes use of unless it’s to make you laugh (truly he believes that his technique and approach is much more romantic but he can see the humour in the attempts at courtship made by younger generations… sometimes, anyway)

whenever there’s an extermination due, he insists on you staying at his home with him so you can ride out the slaughter together — the mood is always surprisingly light and almost tender as you take the time to enjoy each others company, eat good food, and try to forget about what’s going on just outside of your field of view

despite how much of an effort he makes to keep you and your relationship separate to his work as an overlord, it’s only a matter of time before you get to see firsthand exactly why the denizens of hell would sooner set themselves ablaze or take their own lives before risking drawing his attention to them for even a second — and even though his anger and violence is never directed at you (he wouldn’t dream of raising a hand to his partner) it’s still incredibly frightening to witness and it would take some time to reconcile those two versions of him in your mind

but once you know how ruthless he can be, he becomes much more willing to wield that reputation in order to protect you and your relationship — of course he’s already publicly claimed you in every way he could think of, but it doesn’t hurt to drive the message home by making some examples out of a few unfortunate sinners or hellborns that dared to flirt with or threaten you (or even that just happened to look at you for too long or at the wrong time; he’s not that picky about his victims)

it’s his duty as your lover to protect your honour and well-being after all… and it never hurts to drive home how far he’s willing to go to maintain his status and relationship just in case anyone gets any ideas about using you against him

now despite his public claiming of you as his significant other, zestial is still a pretty private person and doesn’t advertise much of your personal life to the world beyond the fact that you belong to each other and you’re content in that fact — he’ll answer questions from old friends and acquaintances (like carmilla or alastor) when asked but he enjoys keeping you to yourself and being able to have a part of his life that is mostly separate to his role as an overlord

[nekrosdolly]

isolation

you and your beloved albert talk it out after an argument.

cw; baking, arguments, slight spousal neglect, albert is emotionally inept and always wants to be right, minor injury, albert wesker doesn't enjoy sweet things, reader likes to bake, reader is pissed off for most, if not all, of this, hurt/minor comfort, mentions of divorce, minor gaslighting, empathy discovery like WHOAAA, soft re4 wesker, .

pet names; darling, dearest (reader receives)

a/n; i really don't like this one if i'm honest but i need to force myself to write to keep my creativity going :/

you're upset. you and albert had a fight before he left for work and in typical albert fashion, he's ignoring the problem, which is how much time he spends at the lab. you know he loves you, so why do you seem like an afterthought most of the time?

now, you've been with him long enough to know that by the end of the day, when he's done at the lab, he'll try to sweet-talk his way out of really talking about the issue. it's annoying, truthfully. nothing gets resolved unless it's bothering him, too, and most of the time, it doesn't. 

you're baking your frustration out as he's just coming home. given that he's boiled you down to just a stay-at-home partner, you have nothing to do but do housework, and thus, nobody to talk to but yourself. when you're buried within your conscience like you have been, your emotions fester. 

like normal, he walks through the front door, takes his shoes off as well as his outercoat and sets them aside before scouting for you. 

"darling?" he calls out, first checking your bedroom and then the living room, before finally coming across you in the kitchen. he smiles softly at you as he approaches, his cold arms wrapping around your waist from behind. he presses a kiss to your neck as usual.

"i missed you today, dearest," he murmurs, watching as you brush eggwash onto the pastry you're baking. you'll be the only one to eat what you're making, given that your husband can't handle sweets the way you can. 

"yeah." you're unenthusiastic. you're still mad. he's pissing you off even more just by touching you and acting like nothing's wrong. he doesn't like your tone but brushes it off and gives you another peck. he senses your irritation and gives you a little squeeze.

"come now, darling, don't be so sour. " he sighs, resting his chin atop your head. you don't respond. instead, you turn to face him with the brush containing eggwash in your right hand tucked behind your back. using your left, you cup his face and lean in to kiss him, wearing a faux smile. he smiles softly, thinking you'd come around already.

he should've known better. he realizes that the moment the very sloppy and wet brush makes contact with his cheek, then right over his mouth. frozen, he stares at you. the eggwash is cold and wet and very unpleasantly viscous on his face.

"why did you do that?" he asks after rebooting his brain, blinking owlishly at you. he's yet to wipe his face off. the yellow-tinted liquid slowly dribbles down his face and gets into his mouth when he speaks.

you shrug and return to your pastries. all you really need to do is let them bake. albert walks to the sink and washes his face off of the eggwash, also spitting to get the flavor out. he dries his face off on his sleeve and keeps his distance as you put the tray of chocolate croissants in the oven and set a timer. 

it's not that he doesn't know what he's done wrong, it's more of how he's to address the situation. you typically let it go, which was his goal, but you're still upset. as if that was hard to tell by any means. you leave the kitchen, and thus abandoning him with his inner monologue. he notes the dishes in the sink from your baking escapade and decides there's nothing better to do than clean them while sorting his thoughts out.

he nicks himself on the knife you used for the dough once or twice because he's deep in thought. a human thing for him to do, but that's what you bring out in him- humanity. if he didn't love you, you'd be dead or a test subject. he sighs softly, dabs the blood off his hands with a paper towel nearby, and decides to finish the dishes later, even though the sink nearly full irritates him greatly. 

he instead decides to seek you out. if you're this mad, he should at least try to resolve the issue, right? finding you isn't difficult, you didn't go very far so you could check up on your croissants. you'd hate to mess them up.

he slides on the couch beside you with as much silence as he can manage, his phone out and in his hand to pretend like he's checking his messages (looking through his contacts), his arm along the back of the couch. he's quite literally just a space away but you're wired, like a caged animal, and he's not pushing his luck. every now and then, he looks over at you.

"what is it?" you ask, not sparing him a glance. you stare straight ahead at the wall across from you. 

"you're upset." he sets his phone aside.

"right." 

"why-"

you ache to slam your head against the wall as you cut him off. "if you've forgotten our argument this morning, then im afraid that's your own fault."

"right. okay." he runs his thumb over his lower lip in habit. it's very obvious to him (and likely anyone else) that you're tired of his shit. thoroughly fed up. you've been together nearly two years and nothing's changed, has it?

no. 

you turn your head to look at him. "is that all you have to say? genuinely? just "okay"?"

"what would you like me to say?" he furrows his eyebrows

you scoff. he can't be serious. "maybe that you're sorry? would that be so difficult for you? to admit that you're wrong for once?"

he's silent this time, calculating his response to have the best outcome. the last thing he wants is a divorce. he slips his glasses off and sets them aside, his free hand running through his hair

"im sorry," he starts, and you feel a little bit of reprieve, "that you feel that way."

not the best apology you've ever heard. definitely some room for improvement.

"what else are you sorry for?" you prompt, crossing your arms over your chest. he shifts in his seat, his elbows on his knees. 

"... i suppose i'm sorry for keeping you so couped up in here. i know how it feels and yet, despite that, i've done it anyway." his hand finds your knee and gently squeezes. his cheeks are red and you've succeeded in making him somewhat ashamed for being mean to you.

your hand on top of his, you give him a soft smile. "i accept your apology. you're forgiven." 

he nods, but his blush doesn't leave. it's like he's discovering empathy for the first time... 

instead of saying anything else, he scoots close to you and drapes himself over you. a soft chuckle escapes you as he remains quiet and unable to look at you. he drips neediness, the want for your love, as he feels bad for making you feel bad.

you give it to him, of course. it's not like you to deny him too much. gentle, warm fingers running through slightly stiff, gelled platinum hair. he doesn't care that you're messing it up, just that you're home and you're okay now. you're not mad at him anymore, you're not going to leave him because he's arrogant and mean.

"im a mean guy, aren't i?" he mumbles, still unable to meet your eyes.

"yes, you are. like a wet cat, honey." the slight smile in your voice is too audible and while he knows you're teasing him, he feels bad. he nods and kisses your temple.

"but i love you. you're my wet cat." a half-smile forms on his lips, which you turn your head to kiss.

"i love you as well."

[gaysindistress]

Sad Girl

summary: James has an interesting new business’ proposal and one hell of a condition to deal with. 

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: cursing... for now

word count: 1.8k

authors note: This is my first time posting so please let me know if you want to rest of this series!

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disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

Angry foot steps stomp through the large hallways and up the marble stairway. Raised voices try to alert the others that she is coming and is fuming. She waves a manicured hand above her head, telling them to shut the fuck up before she takes her anger out on them. Her heels nearly crack the marble as Scott trails after her, trying to get her to slow down.

“Ma’am please stop,” he gasps, lot of breath from chasing her through the foyer. 

She stops, taking a deep breath, and turns to look down at him. The diamond “S” of her necklace swings as the pearls and chain barely leave her skin. Her hair nearly whips Scott from the force of her turn. 

“Oh Scott it’s too late to reason with me. I’m already seeing red so why don’t you be a good boy and open that door before I tear it down,” she says eerily clam, pointing to the door in question at the top of the staircase. 

“I… I can’t do that,” he stutters. 

Her black french tips rub the headache coming on as she closes her eyes, “Yes, yes you can. Now go.”

The movement from her arm causes her black outercoat to open slightly and the holster with its accompanying gun flashes every so slightly. Scott’s eyes go straight to it, knowing that she would never pull it on him but the men she’s after are an entirely different question. Scott just nods, climbing the stairs around her as he curses himself for taking this job and dealing with such horrible people.

Once he reaches the door, he gives it a heavy push causing the room to go silent at the intrusion. There is a large oak desk towards the back of the room, crowded by men who all look the same. The head of the family is sitting behind the desk in an even larger throne-like chair, two giants at his sides. The men doing business with him are lounging in the oversized chairs in front of the desk. They too have men flanking their sides as if to say “fuck around and find out”. A woman typing feverishly at a computer is the corner and doesn’t even look at Scott because her job is not stop typing no matter what happens. The room also houses two couches and a coffee table for the “easier” business dealings, at least that’s what the family head says. 

Scott makes eye contact with the head, “she’s here and pissed.”

The head just nods and gestures to one of his side men. He starts to say something to him when the woman in question slides behind Scott, one hand on his shoulder and the other on her hip. 

“Hello, Dad.”

He smiles, “Hello, Darling. We were just finishing up.”

She lets out a sinister laugh, “Like hell you were. Did you really thing you could get away with doing all of this shit without me present?”

She gently pushes Scott out of the room, shutting the door in his face before walking towards the bar her father had installed to fuel his drinking habit. Grabbing 4 glasses and an amber bottle, she makes her way to the desk, not saying a word as if to dare any of the men to utter something. She pours a drink for each glass and hands her dad a glass. 

“You know you’re not supposed to be involved in all of this,” her dad states as he takes the glass and leans back in his throne.

Ignoring her dad, she turns to the men and gestures towards the glass, silently saying “go one and take one”.

“You know you aren’t supposed to offer your daughter up as collateral when you fuck up a business deal,” she offers over her shoulder as she takes a sip from her glass, leaning against the desk, “now which one of you fools actually agreed to this deal?”

The brunette is watching her and taking in every detail she has to offer, willing and accidentally. The blonde sits up a bit straighter and readjusts his suit jacket under his overcoat. 

“No one has agreed to anything yet, Miss. Stark,” the blonde says, crossing his hands in his lap. His watch peaks out from under his sleeve, shining under the natural light from the window. A slight glint bounces of his finger and she makes note of the pinky signet ring he wears. 

“Darling we were just about to sign the papers, so if you could leave that would be great,” Mr. Stark’s voice is growing slightly impatient at his daughter’s invading presence. 

“Don’t you want your business partner to see what prize he won for saving your ass, dad?” the last word is meant to land like a dagger in his heart but his unbothered face proves it does little to change his mind. 

“Don’t you think they might want an inspection? You know to make sure their new property isn’t damaged,” she sneers as she sets her glass and down and begins to take off her overcoat. 

“I’m sure they would love to make sure there are any structural flaws that would render their property useless,” she continues to shed her blazer, leaving her with her holster and v neck blouse. Her necklaces are now shining in all of their glory from the sun and the gun strapped to her ribcage makes everyone stand on high alert. 

“Stop,” is the single word that leaves Mr. Stark’s lips and now the impatience is growing to the surface. 

The men to his side step forward when they spot her gun and the men behind her step closer to their bosses. The blonde and brunette share a look as they both chuckle under their breath at the display of defiance and anger. 

“You are not property so stop referring to yourself as a real estate transaction.” 

The gun is pulled from the holster as she slips the holster off and tosses it on the desk beside her jackets. She points the revolver at her dad’s forehead as she shakes her head. 

“Then don’t treat me like I am one. I am your daughter so start showing me some respect and call of this deal.”

“Doll put the gun down,” the brunette says from behind her. 

“Doll?” she questions as she drops the revolver and turns to look at him, “Don’t call me by some pet name, Barnes. Use my name if you really want to talk to me or did you forget what it was considering you’re too dim witted to see what that contract actually entails.”

A shift in the air around her causes her to look to her right as the blonde takes the revolver from her hand and sets it on the desk. He towers over her, looking down as he scans her face. 

“We already made the necessary changes, Miss. Stark. I can assure you James and I are well aware of what we are getting ourselves into. Is there something you might want to add?” he says to her and her only. 

She scoffs at his pretend nice attitude and goes to push him away but his hand pins hers to his chest. 

“Do you want to make any changes?” he whispers again, blue eyes boring holes into her eyes. 

“Yeah take me out of it,” she whispers back and rips her hand from his. 

“Wanda!” the woman typing looks up at the sound of her name, “I have one thing that I want to add. If he harms me in any way, I reserve the right to cut his dick off, leave and nothing happens to my family.” 

The blonde continues to watch the enigma of a woman in front of him as she tries her hardest to not shot her father, him, and everyone else in this room. 

“Define harm,” Wanda asks, still typing. 

“If he lays a hand on me, breaths wrong, looks at me wrong, says something I don’t like, anything that I don’t like,” she replies and pushes past the blonde to steal his chair. 

The blonde chuckles again when it’s his turn to lean against the desk and glance between his friend and her. 

“She’s gonna be a real handful,” James states as he stands, “can we sign the papers and get out of here?” 

Confusion flashes across the woman’s face for a second but it returns to her resting bitch face. 

Mr. Stark nods his head, handing  James a pen as the blonde slides out of his way for him to sign the contract. 

“Um excuse me? Why the fuck are you signing?” she questions, pointing a finger at Barnes, “Isn’t Rogers the one my dad made the deal with?”

James takes a look at her before going back to finish signing the papers in front of him. Rogers, the blonde, hands back her hostler, blazer, and overcoat before speaking, “James and I both made a deal with your dad. In exchange for our protection and resources, we will receive a portion of his earnings from Stark Industries. For extra reassurance that he wouldn’t cross us, he gave me his vibranium supplier and he gave you to James.” 

Silence fills the room. She stares daggers at Rogers, slicing her way to Barnes before settling her knives on her father. 

“You gave me up instead of some other supplier?” she nearly screamed at her father as the two men at his side quickly grab her by the arms. All sense of self preservation and elegance has left her body as she thrashes in their hands and desperately tries to keep her sobs in. 

“You chose a fucking supplier relationship over me?” 

Mr. Stark ignores her as he signs his name and passes the papers off to Rogers. He shakes James’ and Rogers’ hands before stalking his way towards his daughter. 

“You are my daughter so start fucking acting like it. You knew this was going to be your life when I found you begging on my door step. If you’re going to be mad at anyone, be mad at your mother for leaving you for drugs,” he whispers through clenched teeth into her ear. 

Her eyes had welled up with tears but her father’s words freeze her, only one escaping down her cheek. Mr. Stark makes a motion with her hand and the men release her on unsteady feet. She stumbles forward into her father’s arms. 

He wipes the tear away, pulls her into a death grip hug and soothes her hair down as he whispers in her ear again, “James is the lesser of two evils. He won’t hurt you if you play the part. You know I wouldn’t let any undeserving harm come to you. Now go pack a bag and get ready to leave with him.”

He pulls away, keeping her at arm’s length and pretends to check over her as a good father would if his babygirl was upset. All she does, all she can do is nod, pick up her dropped jackets, and walk out of the room. All eyes are on her as the head strong façade crumbles in front of them, leaving behind the frightened little girl she really is. 

[hanafubukki]

I was just thinking about this a few days now

And I don’t know if anyone mentioned it yet

But just in case I will

So we know that lilia received a invitation to NRC hundreds of years ago and he didn’t attend at the time

So what if?

What if the uniform that he’s wearing right now was tailored to fit his form back then? And that’s why his outercoat?? Overcoat?? Is so big?? Because that’s what his form looked like before he took on the form we see today.

Can you imagine? It’s so…baggy on him now but if it fit him back then…Omg just thinking about it has me 🥰🥰💕💕💕

And it would also explain the rest of his outfit and why it doesn’t match.

Besides the fact he cut the pants himself lmfaoo

[gelsemivm]

( 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ) —   diagon alley ( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ) —   open 

dionisia belby was not made for customer service. she much preferred the sticky heat of her greenhouses, hidden away from customers and dealing only with the finnicky nature of some of her most expensive plants. instead, she was bundled up (a long, dark green outercoat with floral motifs, her hat, scarf, and gloves matching. dionisia was nothing if not dedicated to the aesthetic.) but the chill still bone deep, listening to the endless chatter of customers. “it’s too late for a custom wreath, unfortunately.” the slots for the custom wreath orders had sold out before november, let alone a few weeks before christmas. the smile on her face was forced, stiff a little. “you can always grab one of the premade ones.”

[metmuseum]

Epithalamium, at center a winged putto seated on a peacock standing on a barrel, at left a figure in fur-lined hat and outercoat holds a piece of wood over a brazier, at right a figure dressed in an ivy crown holds a goblet in one hand and a bottle in the other, surrounded by scrollwork and grapevines. 1726. Credit line: Bequest of Phyllis Massar, 2011 https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/399544

[drpedi07]

Eales Disease

Eales Disease is a rare disorder of sight that appears as an inflammation and white haze around the outercoat of the veins in the retina.

[isleofancients]

Bells joins her, sitting on the couch beside Dame. "sentiment appreciated. getting stabbed is never fun, and uh, I actually haven't been yet since my magic settled. so I don't know how different that would feel." the pause, followed by the shift in tone as they say this, this said they weren't only just now realizing this, but surprised by it. which probably said a lot about their unlife.

then they fall silent, giving Dame a long, hesitant look, before taking a deep breath, and nodding. "I'll tell you... what I feel okay telling you," they agree at last, their tone... quieter. not subdued exactly, but... something. "but I need you to agree to something for me. please."

"...I need you to agree to repeat what I tell you. back to me. so I know what you're hearing." a pause followed by the small clarification, "this included. please."

Dame smiles dryly, her arm loosely thrown over your shoulders, fluffy body pressed against your side. She's stockier than her fuzzy outercoat portrays. Compact.

"You're asking me to repeat what you say." She murmurs. "So you know I heard it. Which I assume means you already know of Him and how He operates."

She gives you a gentle squeeze.

"My sympathies. Have you met the other one?"

[kimludcom]

SPECIFICATIONSstyle: streetwearsize: S M Ldecoration: hole out, strapcolor: blackStyle: StreetwearSleeve Length(cm): FullSeason: All seasonPlace Of Origin: China (Mainland)Pattern Type: SolidOuterwear Type: TrenchOrigin: Mainland ChinaMaterial: PolyesterGender: WOMENFabric Type: WovenDecoration: HOLE,Belt,Cut OutCollar

[hookedbyangel]

Day 13 of daily alphabetical breed share... featuring the Border Terrier design. An interesting fact about this breed is that it has a weather-resistant coat with a hard, wiry outercoat and soft undercoat that repels most dirt. This design is available as a finished item, which was personally created by me, as well as a crochet pattern, enabling crafty dog lovers to create it as well. #borderterrierlove #crochetdogpattern #crochetdog #crochetcupcozy #crochetpatterndesigner #mycrochetbiz https://instagr.am/p/Cub3_4sOCRT/

[geekmeout]

Pomeranians: Traits, History, Care, and More

With their dainty stature and an abundance of character, the Pomeranian breed effortlessly captures hearts with their undeniable charm and unwavering friendliness. Resembling miniature foxes, these delightful canines are the smallest of the spitz breeds, boasting a mesmerizing outercoat with long, erect hairs and a thick undercoat, transforming them into adorable balls of fluff. However, the…

[meowk9]

Belgian Sheepdog: Dog Breed Characteristics & Care

Belgian Sheepdogs, also known as Groenendaels, are a beautiful and intelligent dog breed with a rich history of serving as working dogs. These dogs have a unique set of characteristics that make them stand out from other breeds. In this article, Meowk9 will discuss the characteristics and care of the Belgian Sheepdog. Breed Overview: - GROUP: Herding - HEIGHT: 22 to 26 inches - WEIGHT: 55 to 75 pounds (males); 45 to 60 pounds (females) - COAT: Thick double coat with a dense undercoat and coarse outercoat - COAT COLOR: Black - LIFE SPAN: 12 to 14 years - TEMPERAMENT: Alert, loyal, protective, intelligent, active - HYPOALLERGENIC: No - ORIGIN: Belgium

Introduction

The Belgian Sheepdog is a beautiful and elegant dog breed that originated in Belgium. These dogs were originally bred to work as herding dogs, and they have since been used for a variety of other tasks, including police and military work. Belgian Sheepdogs are known for their intelligence, loyalty, and protectiveness, which makes them excellent companions for families and individuals alike.

History of the Belgian Sheepdog

Belgian Sheepdogs have a long and interesting history. The breed originated in Belgium in the late 1800s and was created by a Belgian veterinarian named Adolphe Reul. Reul was interested in creating a dog breed that would be ideal for herding and guarding livestock, and he succeeded with the Belgian Sheepdog. The breed was recognized by the American Kennel Club in 1912, and it has since become a popular breed for families and individuals alike. Belgian Sheepdogs have also been used for police and military work, thanks to their intelligence and protectiveness.

Physical Characteristics of the Belgian Sheepdog

Belgian Sheepdogs are medium-sized dogs that typically weigh between 55 and 75 pounds. These dogs have long, thick fur that is typically black, although some dogs may have a reddish tint to their fur. Belgian Sheepdogs have a distinctive muzzle that is slightly longer than their skull, giving them a regal and elegant appearance.

Personality and Temperament of the Belgian Sheepdog

Belgian Sheepdogs are known for their intelligence, loyalty, and protectiveness. These dogs are highly trainable and can excel in a variety of tasks, including obedience, agility, and herding. Belgian Sheepdogs are also very loyal to their owners and will do anything to protect their family. Despite their protectiveness, Belgian Sheepdogs are generally very friendly and outgoing dogs. They love spending time with their owners and are always eager to please. Belgian Sheepdogs are also very active dogs and require a lot of exercise and mental stimulation to stay happy and healthy.

Training and Exercise for the Belgian Sheepdog

Belgian Sheepdogs are highly trainable and can excel in a variety of tasks. These dogs are very intelligent and love to learn new things, which makes them perfect for obedience and agility training. Belgian Sheepdogs also have a natural herding instinct, which can be channeled through herding training. Belgian Sheepdogs require a lot of exercise to stay healthy and happy. These dogs are very active and love to run, play, and explore. It is important to provide your Belgian Sheepdog with plenty of opportunities for exercise and mental stimulation, such as long walks, hikes, and interactive toys.

Grooming and Care for the Belgian Sheepdog

Belgian Sheepdogs shed heavily twice a year, so it is important to brush them regularly to remove loose hair and prevent matting. A slicker brush and a metal comb are recommended for grooming these dogs. In addition to brushing, Belgian Sheepdogs also need to have their nails trimmed regularly to prevent overgrowth and discomfort. It is important to give your Belgian Sheepdog regular baths to keep their coat clean and healthy. However, over-bathing can strip their coat of natural oils, so it is recommended to limit bathing to once every two to three months. Belgian Sheepdogs also need to have their ears cleaned regularly to prevent infections.

Health Issues and Lifespan of the Belgian Sheepdog

Belgian Sheepdogs are generally healthy dogs, but they can be prone to certain health issues. Hip dysplasia, elbow dysplasia, and progressive retinal atrophy are some of the health issues that are common in this breed. It is important to buy a Belgian Sheepdog from a reputable breeder who tests their dogs for these health issues. Belgian Sheepdogs have a lifespan of around 10 to 12 years. It is important to provide them with proper nutrition, exercise, and healthcare to help them live a long and healthy life.

Diet and Nutrition for the Belgian Sheepdog

Belgian Sheepdogs require a well-balanced diet to stay healthy and active. It is important to feed them high-quality dog food that is formulated for their size, age, and activity level. Belgian Sheepdogs are prone to obesity, so it is important to monitor their food intake and provide them with plenty of exercise to prevent weight gain. It is also important to provide your Belgian Sheepdog with fresh, clean water at all times. Dehydration can lead to a variety of health issues, so it is important to ensure that your dog has access to water throughout the day.

Living with a Belgian Sheepdog

Belgian Sheepdogs are active and intelligent dogs that require a lot of attention and exercise. They are loyal and protective of their family, and they can be great with children if they are socialized properly. Belgian Sheepdogs are not recommended for first-time dog owners, as they require a lot of training and attention to thrive. These dogs are best suited for active families who are committed to providing them with the exercise and mental stimulation they need to stay healthy and happy.

Conclusion

Belgian Sheepdogs are a beautiful and intelligent dog breed that make excellent companions for families and individuals alike. They are loyal, protective, and highly trainable, making them well-suited for a variety of tasks. However, they require a lot of attention, exercise, and grooming to thrive. If you are considering getting a Belgian Sheepdog, it is important to do your research and make sure that you are prepared for the responsibilities that come with owning this breed. With proper care and attention, a Belgian Sheepdog can be a loyal and loving companion for many years.

FAQs

Are Belgian Sheepdogs good with children?Yes, Belgian Sheepdogs can be great with children if they are socialized properly.Do Belgian Sheepdogs shed a lot?Yes, Belgian Sheepdogs shed heavily twice a year and require regular grooming to prevent matting.What health issues are common in Belgian Sheepdogs?Hip dysplasia, elbow dysplasia, and progressive retinal atrophy are some of the health issues that are common in this breed.Are Belgian Sheepdogs easy to train?Yes, Belgian Sheepdogs are highly trainable and can excel in a variety of tasks.How much exercise does a Belgian Sheepdog need?Belgian Sheepdogs are a highly active breed and require a lot of exercise to stay healthy and happy. They should receive at least one hour of exercise per day, which can include walks, runs, and playtime in a secure, fenced yard. Read the full article

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♢  —    @bogachs​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ asked:   👕   ─  go out wearing matching christmas sweaters (or at least said they were torn and i made executive decision to give both :) )

holiday festivities starters: ACCEPTING! 👕   ─  wearing matching christmas sweaters

   “...Tell me this is a joke.”  It was OBNOXIOUS is what it was. Dottore makes exactly zero attempt to conceal his particular feelings on the matter when he stared at the christmas sweater that was OH SO GRACIOUSLY handed to him. Damn Pantalone’s ability to pick apart his segments. Otherwise he probably COULD have gotten away with making Delta attend the festivities instead. Pantalone had rather EFFECTIVELY put an end to that possibility with this rather simple gesture, undoubtedly having PREDICTED the fact he might attempt to pull such a stunt.

   Ugly christmas sweaters were one thing. Ugly MATCHING christmas sweaters was a whole other genre of its own. Lights, bells, garland. It was as if Christmas decided to explore onto the unfortunate fabric. Quite frankly, he doubted anything could beat it (other than perhaps the sweaters the entirety of his other segments were having to wear).  He contemplates arguing it, but he knows BETTER than to think he’s going to win this particular argument when the banker was wearing that particular expression. If he was going to HAVE to participate, they better be certain to win this thing.

  Dottore does not VERBALLY concede to the moment, but the fact he sheds both outercoat and the other layers of fabric and leather and feathers says plenty on his (albeit UNENTHUSIASTIC) agreement to partake in this plot of the regrator’s. At least it is COMFORTABLE, Dottore will give Pantalone that. He’d expect nothing less, though he’s rather inclined to remain IGNORANT on how much these sweaters might cost. Then again, high fashion was typically ABSURD and yet EXPENSIVE so frankly, perhaps it was rather IN LINE.  “....Should I be inquiring to if you have ACCESSORIES as well? Or am I going to need to fetch those? If we’re doing this, we’re going to ANNIHILATE the others.  “  And nothing short of that would satisfy EITHER of them.