#parasite prevention for pets

[verysaladobservation]

Spring Pet Safety

The season of the year when pets are more likely to have serious illnesses has arrived with spring. Even though the season is well-known for its pleasant weather, blossoming plants, trees, leaves, and flora, it also encourages a variety of allergies, infections, and mishaps. Learn how to keep your pets safe in spring, and for any veterinarian assistance, contact the nearest veterinary hospital.

[ourpetwarehouse]

The Top Myths And Facts Regarding Worm Infection In Pets

[orcinus-veterinarius]

Information to know about your pet… before you visit the vet:

- What kind of food does your pet eat? Include the brand name and flavor, as well as the amount fed and how often they eat. Remember that “one scoop” doesn’t mean much, so be sure to quantify it in cups, etc. before your next visit. Don’t forget to mention treats, or any recent diet changes!

- What medications, if any, does your pet take? Please know the drug name, dosage, and frequency, as well as how long they’ve been on it. Preventatives count as meds too! Different brands protect against different parasites, so be sure to know which your pet takes.

- Is your pet ever exposed to other animals? This includes animals in the home, at the dog park, groomers, daycare, boarding, and play dates with neighbors or friends. When was their most recent exposure?

- Is your pet up to date on vaccines? Which ones? Just the core vaccines (rabies and DHPP for dogs/FVRCP for cats), or non-core such as lepto, influenza, Bordetella, and/or feline leukemia as well? If not up to date, did they ever receive any vaccines in the past, and when?

- Does your pet have any relevant medical history? Please disclose any previous illnesses or surgeries you are aware of to your vet team.

- What is your pet’s spay/neuter status? Different reproductive diseases affect intact and altered animals. If you’re unsure, just let us know!

- Has your pet traveled recently? This includes everything from trips out of the country to a day drive across town for a swim at the lake. Certain toxins and diseases are more prevalent in different environments.

- Is your pet nervous or aggressive? There’s no shame in this! Please let us know for our safety and your pet’s.

Remember that not all vet visits are planned, so be sure to learn this information ahead of time. I hope this helps better equip you to advocate for your pet!

Fellow vet professionals, feel free to add on!

[allperfectpets]

Flea Treatments for Cats: How to Keep Your Feline Friends Pest-Free!

Welcome to our complete aide on flea treatments for cats! As committed feline darlings ourselves, we comprehend the significance of keeping our catlike companions blissful, solid, and liberated from troublesome insects. In this article, we will dive into the universe of bug control and offer important bits of knowledge on the most proficient method to shield your cherished kitties from these small disturbances. We want to furnish you with functional exhortation and master tips that will assist you with outclassing different sites and guarantee your felines remain to bother-free. We should bounce right in!

[caremaven]

what kills fleas on dogs instantly

As a dog owner, you may have noticed your furry friend scratching more than usual. This could be a sign of fleas, which are a common problem for dogs

[petcare31]

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[suguru-getos]

Hellooo❤️ how are you doing today? Would it be ok if I can request yandere!gojo x cursed spirit reader?

Heyaa! I’m doing great nonnie-chan <3 hope you’re doing well, too!

Yandere Gojo Satoru x F!Cursed-Reader: Curses & How to Prevent Them

Satoru has a secret, his beautiful, mesmerising special grade that he found on a mission. He doesn’t know why he didn’t exorcise her… except for the fact that she looked excusable. It was also, cute, how she cowered when Satoru came in, a red ball glowing on his finger as he smirked, observing her accept her fate, observing her… accept demise.

“Aw, you’re so easily ready to die? At least maintain a special grade stature a little?” He mocked, lips pursed in a soft pout.

And so he didn’t kill her, took her to the Gojo estate and kept her as his little pet. Curses love to feed on curse energies and Satoru’s CE was enough to satiate her. So cute, feeding on him and latching on him like the parasite she was. A deep chuckle echoed in the estate halls when he forces her on his lap and craddles her. “I almost excuse you for a woman, a distinguished lady if it weren’t for the sinister cursed energy you have, sweetheart.”

Sometimes he doesn’t let her eat up, watching her getting weakened. Gojo does have empathy, but he also likes the innate control that churns within his veins when she begs him to take care of her. How can he resist? “Oh, baby, of course. You live here. I’m not a bad host honey.” His voice always a coo of mockery, but laced with sickening affection that she doesn’t know how to label. What to label.

Sometimes it’s her on Satoru’s lap, used like a toy. “Cursed spirits don’t feel overstimulated do they?” He hums, curiously rubbing her clit in circles and watching her writhe, groan & whimper at the assault on her swollen pussy. His fingers deep, probing at her cervix as he milks out orgasm after orgasm. It’s not true, cursed spirits that are made like her… almost like a humanoid, it’s intense! And- she loves it!

Satoru’s company is like a choker on her neck, at times the feeling makes her dizzy in a submissive way, at times… she wants to claw his skin out. Mistakes like these aren’t necessarily forgiven though. Like that one time she got angry at him and tried to hurt him. “Jeez, sweetheart, if it weren’t for you being weak, I’d have been blown up.” Satoru looks angry & feels betrayed. He can’t help that she can’t take the consequences, the consequences of feeling the pressure of his cursed energy to the point of breaking. All the rage melting into sobs & pleas to leave her alive. Oh poor thing, he thinks to himself. He’s in love with her… almost… is that love? He wonders, eh, whatever. He isn’t going to kill her.

He leans back, tugging her hair and forcing her to meet his glowing gaze. “If there is a next time for the stunt you pulled, I would be crushing you.” He wouldn’t, but the threat sounds so real…



[petpetisy]

Where Can I Get Bravecto for Dogs in 2024? Here is the Surprising Answer!

As a pet owner, keeping your furry friend safe from fleas and ticks is crucial. But where can you find the Bravecto Dog Chewables to fight these pests? You can buy Flea and Tick Treatment for Dogs from your vet or an Online Pet Pharmacy. This guide will give you the info you need. Table of ContentsKey TakeawaysWhat is Bravecto?Benefits of Bravecto for DogsConsulting Your VeterinarianFinding a…

[pseudowho]

Hiromi and Nemo

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Higuruma Hiromi has a black cat.

A series of drabbles.

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Higuruma Hiromi has a black cat. Or, the black cat has him; he is entirely uncertain as to whom the ownership falls.

Hiromi came to give this cat a home, by matter of a guilty conscience and poor circumstance. He had failed to secure another Not Guilty verdict, but his client would only walk to prison with his head held high on one condition;

"I've got a cat, Mr.Higuruma. A kitten, really. I have nobody else to give her a home and she's too soft to last as a stray." The client released his confiscated articles to Hiromi; Hiromi left court with nothing more than an address, a set of keys, and a profound sense of failure.

Hiromi arrived in a dank little street, clogged by steam, rattling gutters and the stale smells of closed restaurants. Hopping deftly up wet fire escape steps, Hiromi confirmed the door number to a set of water-stained flats, and let himself in. Hiromi's nose wrinkled against the wafting odour of damp and neglect, noting an overflowing litter tray. Stacks of condensation-moist letters pulped beneath Hiromi's feet, an empty cat food bowl revealed beneath them. Whoever had been attending to care for the home and the cat had long since abandoned their post.

"Come on, little one," Hiromi cooed, kneeling down and making gentle clicks and kisses of encouragement. The silence was too loud and deliberate for the absence of life. Hiromi pulled a bag of treats from his pocket, giving them an enthusiastic shake. A small, uncertain skitter of paws on floor responded from deep within the flat. Hiromi's eyebrows raised, coal-dark eyes glimmering with a warm smile.

A tiny black cat, thin and dull-furred, peeked her head around the corner ahead. Her yellow-eyed head dipped, bobbing up and down as she assessed Hiromi, perched between starvation and indecision. Hiromi's head dipped, too, his hooded eyes heavy as he inclined his chin in an act of surrender, hands open and visible as he shook treats onto the floor.

The cat darted, paws barely audible on the floor as she skidded to the treats, white teeth like needles as she scrabbled the food to her mouth. Almost immediately, she was on Hiromi, brushing against his hands and knees with urgent thanks, ducking her little furred head into his fingers, two tiny paws perched up on Hiromi's thighs as he cooed delighted relief at her.

Hesitantly, Hiromi scooped the cat, as light as a feather, into his arms. She purred a rattly little purr, eyes hopeful and nose dry and dull as she looked up to him, tiny claws kneading his suit jacket enthusiastically.

"Such a good girl, there we go, let's get you sorted, shall we?" The cat purred louder as if in answer, toes flexing and unflexing against Hiromi's forearm. Stepping out, sending the abandoned flat one last sorrowful glance, Hiromi locked the door, making his way down the staircase, thankful for having been adopted by this cat.

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Hiromi received many appreciative and confused glances in the pet shop, one hand pushing a haphazardly stacked trolley, and the other holding his new, very tame, furry companion. The cat batted at the end of Hiromi's tie as it fell forwards, Hiromi leaning down to scrutinise cat food brands with intense appraisal. Settling on a decision with a brisk click of his tongue, he headed to the cashiers, grabbing a pet insurance leaflet, and flea and parasite prevention medicine on the way.

Hiromi felt a profound sense of purpose, having finally staged a successful rescue attempt for the first time in years.

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Staggering through the doorway to his converted-factory penthouse, Hiromi shed bags and boxes at the door, his keys thrown somewhere which wasn't the key holder. He delicately protected the new little life in his arms like a concerned father. She gripped her claws into his suit jacket, little head urging outwards as her nose twitched, black whiskers flicking delicately against the scent of her new home.

"You'll like it," Hiromi insisted, scratching her softly behind the ears to an uncertain purr, "it's my home. Our home." He lowered her to the floor and she stalked forwards, apprehensive, flat to the ground and walls. Hiromi prepared her litter tray, bed, food and toys. By the time he had finished, the cat had completed her preliminary survey, and, satisfied with her findings, hopped promptly onto Hiromi's old leather sofa, claws pricking at the fabric to make it comfy. Hiromi let out a halted, exasperated breath, glancing between her bed and her-- "by all means, make yourself at home."

Hiromi sat beside the cat, stroking her little head with two lithe fingers, musing out loud to her: "No microchip on record. Never registered with a vets. Even the neighbours had no idea your old dad had a cat."

Hiromi allowed the cat to step into his lap again, purring. He ducked down so she could boop her nose to his, and Hiromi breathed a warm, hushed laugh; "A real nobody aren't you? A Nemo, hmm?" The cat purred louder, rubbing her face against Hiromi's aquiline nose.

From that day onwards, Nemo the cat and Hiromi the Lawyer and Sorcerer, were a family.

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"Yes, Mr.Nagashima. Yes. Yes. Tomorrow-- tomorrow morning, 9a.m. sharp-- would you stop that, you little pest? NO! No, not you Mr.Nagashima, my cat, she's a tinker--"

Hiromi performed an awkward tango around the room, trying to hook Nemo off his trouser leg with his opposite foot, and she clung on, thrilled by her little game. Her yellow eyes narrowed up at Hiromi and her tail flicked in challenge. With case files under his arm, and a mobile phone in his hand, Hiromi mouthed wordless reproach at Nemo as she meowed, meowed, meowed in response.

Ending his call and dumping his case notes on the sofa, Hiromi lifted Nemo eye to eye, glaring at her without venom. She stared into him, eyes gleaming and innocent. Hiromi opened his mouth to speak, and Nemo raised a paw, pressing it to his nose. Hiromi stopped, huffed.

The cat won this round.

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"Nemo? Nemo? Where are you?" Hiromi had returned from work, and was dismayed not to be greeted by the usual little chirps and meows from his unruly housemate. He wandered the flat at a crouch, clicking and kissing, trying to draw Nemo out, panic starting to set in that she had got out, his clicking and kissing noises increasing in urgency.

Reaching a quick resolve, Hiromi headed towards the door, hunting for his keys which were never on the hook. There was a quiet little meow from the armchair in the nook by the front door. Hiromi frowned, unable to see her. Another meow. Hiromi squinted. Momentarily, Nemo's eyes flicked open, and she melted out of yesterday's black suit jacket, abandoned on the armchair.

Hiromi clasped a hand to his chest, leaning back against the sideboard in dramatic relief.

"Don't scare me like that! I bet you were enjoying me worrying, weren't you, you little tart?"

A single mollified meow pipped from somewhere near Nemo's food bowl.

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Hiromi lay curled into his sofa. All the lights were switched off and Hiromi was cold, tired and hungry, downtrodden by his day. Humiliating memories of the day's court defeat, his struggles to adapt to the world of Jujutsu Sorcery and the weight of life rolled before his eyes, and he sunk his head into his hands with a low groan.

The tiny weight beside him on the sofa, shifted. It crawled over his shoulders to settle in the warm gap between Hiromi's chest and the back of the sofa. Rolling playfully, and pressing little pink toe-beans to his chin, Nemo purred at Hiromi, surveying him for injury.

With a resigned sniffle, Hiromi stroked her, glossy, smooth, and calming, an inky black puddle in the darkness of his flat. They stayed this way for hours, sharing the mutual therapy of company.

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Shhhck. Shhhhhck. Shhh--

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The unusual sparring match continued for hours-- Nemo, perched magnanimously on the kitchen counter, believed herself subtle as she slowly eked Hiromi's coffee mug towards the edge with one dainty paw.

Hiromi, refusing to sacrifice the comfortable nest he had made on the sofa, extended his gavel across the length of the kitchen, gently knocking his mug back away from the lip of the counter.

The match continued for some time. Hiromi and Nemo were both competitive.

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Hiromi's flat eventually looked like Nemo the cat had always lived there.

Bits of food which she didn't want in her food bowl, dotted the floor around it, until Hiromi cleared it up at the end of every day.

Nemo's bed, as new, never slept in, held her selection of toys (also unplayed with, sharing the space with one well-scratched black tie and a well-chewed shoelace).

The pillow beside Hiromi's in his bed, had a permanent Nemo-shaped dent in it.

Nemo plaited herself between Hiromi's ankles when her monthly food delivery arrived, as they danced around each other towards the kitchen.

She walked across his keyboard, greeting his delighted colleagues with chirps and meows during his Zoom calls.

"What would I do without you, Nims?" Hiromi asked her daily. She spared him a withering, mysterious glance, forcing his enquiry towards the rhetorical as she licked her paws in feigned disinterest.

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Higuruma Nemo has a Lawyer Daddy. Or, the Lawyer Daddy has her; both are uncertain and unbothered as to whom the ownership falls.

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For @silkspunweb, my little black cat.

[kedreeva]

Hi! Jumping off your previous post on keeping peafowl as pets I've been wondering - I work at a botanical garden but we have a few animals around as well, among them peafowl. They regularly sleep in high trees, like. idk. 15-30m (50-165ft?) height and you've been mentioning a height of like 8ft. So anyway I've been wondering: Do Peafowl enjoy but not need so much height? Is there a minimum height requirement at all?

The minimum height is a bit contested among keepers, but MOST people will rec at least 8 feet. This isn't for any disease/parasite/illness health reason like pen square footage (which is the square footage needed to keep grass/cover crop in a pen, so the peafowl don't kill it to the point of bare earth, which can give them a lot of health problems), but rather for feather quality. 8 feet minimum allows you to keep at least one 4-5ft tall perch in the pen, which is the height that allows the males to sit on them without his train touching the ground. This prevents the tips of his train (the frame feathers) from getting messed up, and allows them to preen from a perch instead of the ground (which is how the boys prefer, though they'll do both, you'll see them at it more often up higher).

The reason they sleep high in trees is because it keeps them away from most predators. There isn't a LOT of stuff that can and will kill a peacock in their native land, and most of it is not going to be climbing 100 feet in the air to tussle with a 10-15lb bird in the dark when it doesn't have wings, too. Even the smaller cats like civets might hesitate to get up after them. In captivity, they don't have predators in their pen (I hope), so there's no reason they NEED to be up super high. As long as they're off the ground and their trains aren't touching the ground, they're fine. They'll still work to get as high as they can (mine in the barn figured out how to get up to this little itty bitty 2x4 I screwed to the rafters for the pigeons to roost on, back in the day), and they like to be up high, but it's not something that will make them unhealthy if they don't sleep 50+ feet up.

Most folks are pretty capable of building 8-12 feet or so high (three of my pens are 8ft, the biggest is 12ft) without too much extra in cost or effort. The lumber or other materials needed to do this are readily available at big box hardware stores here, so it doesn't involve any special ordering or engineering to create pens that meet that kind of requirement safely and without tangling with their town's laws about construction of buildings. I've seen a few people who had access to construction equipment build pens out of I-beam and poles and welded wire and stuff, 30-40 feet high and massive, which was really cool, but ultimately not a MINIMUM- and it's important to recognize that all of these measurements ARE minimums- if you have the ability to build bigger/better then by all means you should go for it, but meeting the minimum still meets the needs of the birds just fine.

But since there isn't an established minimum on height (or if there is, it's outdated at 6 feet) and it's CHEAPER to build to 6ft than to 8ft, and that's what some people do- and shouldn't, because that doesn't give the birds enough room to preen and keep their feathers clean and in shape. It may not make them sick outright, but it sure as hell will lead to a ratty looking bird you won't enjoy as much.

[ourpetwarehouse]

It might be tough to select the finest flea and tick treatment for your pet from the many options on the market these days. This is why it is critical to conduct some research before determining what is best for your dog. In this blog, we compared two popular flea and tick repellents: Simparica and Frontline Plus.

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this story from The Revelator:

Extirpated from the United States a century ago and almost unknown until the mid-1990s, this endangered species can make a comeback if we give it a small boost. New technology for tracking has allowed an assessment and intervention that may help these birds hold on in several critical areas.

Species name:

Thick-billed parrot (Rhynchopsitta pachyrhyncha)

Description:

A typical parrot-green, mid-sized bird weighing 14-17 ounces (400-500 grams) with a distinctive wine-red mask. In flight, a distinctive yellow band is visible under the wings. Their raucous calls sound like laughter in the middle of the forest.

Where They’re Found:

Thick-billed parrots live mostly in Mexico’s Sierra Madre Occidental mountain range. They were presumably once abundant representatives of high-altitude pine forests, where they persist to this day in much smaller numbers due to the destruction of most old-growth forests and the reduction of mature forests. The species is only present in a small number of zones with adequate conditions for nesting, where they’re mostly under protection or good forest management.

IUCN Red List status:

Considered “endangered” in the most recent 2020 assessment, mainly due to habitat loss and an apparent constant decline. The first comprehensive population estimate will be conducted this fall. The parrot will be one of the first bird species to undergo the IUCN’s new Green Status Assessment, which measures the recovery of species populations and their conservation success.

Major Threats:

The extirpation of thick-billed parrots in the northern part of their range is believed to have been caused by hunting or shooting the parrots for “sport” or food. In the Sierra Madre Occidental of Mexico, where the core populations and range have been holding on, massive land-use change — particularly forestry practices to harvest all old-growth and large trees and remove snags that serve as nesting trees — resulted in precipitous decline over the past century, up until very recently. 

From the 1970s to the 1990s, demand by collectors and the pet trade became an additional threat that has since largely disappeared or represents minimal pressure on the species.

Notable Conservation Programs or Legal Protections:

For 30 years a small group of individuals and institutions have been doing research and developing a suite of techniques for thick-billed parrots, not only for research but also to enhance population growth by mitigating or eliminating factors that increase mortality and reduce productivity.

Most of the work during this time, which provided valuable information and insights, was done at a “pilot scale” and with meager resources. As a result we were basically frustrated witnesses to a species’ decline and potential demise.

Fortunately the species is currently the focus of a comprehensive binational effort of community-based conservation to change the trajectory of decline. The field team is led by Organización Vida Silvestre (OVIS) and supported notably by San Diego Zoo Wildlife Alliance, the Arizona Game and Fish Department, World Parrot Trust, and additional supporters and donors.

Over the next five years (2024-2028) we will implement the full suite of actions, including intensive nest monitoring and management, parasite control on an ad-hoc basis, food supplementation to chicks in select clutches to prevent emaciation, an enhanced nesting box program, fire pre-suppression activities, incentives to local communities, community-based monitoring and nest protection, greater understanding of landscape level need of the thick-billed parrot, and amplifying the telemetry information to include not only long distance movements but also daily activities to food, water and clay licks.

[dailycharacteroption]

Class Feature Friday: Dimension of Time Anchor (Precog Anchor)

(art by ryky on DeviantArt)

We’re back with another precog anchor, and while last time we covered those that learned from beings that manipulate time and fate itself, now we’re looking at those that are empowered by time itself.

The Dimension of Time is an enigma. Very few beings even understand that it is a plane at all, and fewer still have ever come close to visiting. Non-natives that have actually visited, let alone actually use the power of the plane to affect the timestream at best number in the double digits, and that’s highballing it.

Heck, the Dimension of Time probably predates The Great Beyond, given that a time before the cosmology formed exists, making it a multiversal constant, like a law of physics that transcends even the borders between realities where fundamental laws may vary. Such planes may interpret time in different ways, but never do they fully get rid of it.

In any case, today, we are looking at precogs that draw their power directly from it. They might have had a chance encounter with a siktempora, hound of Tindalos or even a/the time dimensional, or due to some fated circumstance they might have been among the lucky few to even glimpse the dimension itself.

Either way, they were changed by the experience, able to see the threads of fate and possibility and tug them as other precogs do. However, these mystics are more capable of altering their personal flow of time as well as that of nearby objects than others, as we will see below.

Like all anchors, the Dimension of Time grants an additional way to use their power of paradox, in this case on perceiving incoming threats and dodging them, bolstering their reflexes.

With a touch, these mystics can arrest the temporal forces around small objects, putting them into stasis. Food does not spoil, metal does not rust, and so on, preventing the effects of time from being an issue for important items.

Finally, their power allows them to travel unfettered, briefly entering a state where they can move freely along perfect moments in time. Effectively, they become immune to difficult terrain, can move much further, and are incredibly resistant to effects which would hinder them. I imagine this visually looks like they are teleporting about as they accelerate themselves to their intended destinations.

While not exactly flashy, being able to preserve items is a bit niche but surprisingly useful in the right situation. Their later ability to boost their speed and avoid hinderance more than makes up for the narrow focus of their lesser ability, however, letting them control the shape of the battle with their mobility. I personally recommend building for battlefield control, able to maneuver around as they please in short bursts while foes are left struggling.

A lot of precogs have their origins in witnessing beautiful and terrible things, but few can match these individuals in scope. After all, they witnessed, either directly or through powerful beings as proxy, the entirety of all events ever. Such a thing can’t help but change a person. It’s up to you as the player to decide how.

A survivor of a world consumed by a black hole, Fijina the ferran has long studied time itself in some vain hope of being able to reverse the events that consumed her home. When her efforts caused her to be exposed to raw chronal energies, she looks much older, but acts as one half her age, her determination all the more implacable now that she has glimpsed the power of time itself.

Always something of an eccentric, the planetary governor has made an effort to popularize the rodent-like symbiotes known as zernivians as pets, to the point some wonder if it is interfering with his duties… that is until a year later, an entire ship of new colonists are suddenly attacked by the pets all at once, revealing them to all be infested by the mind-controlling parasitic dycepskian fungus. It was almost as if he knew this would happen all along.

Many test subjects died in the fateful Mobius Chamber Incident, but those who survived don’t talk much about it. However, they have all developed a keen magical awareness of time, as well as a shared vision of the “Empty Space” in the time stream’s future.

[would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend]

Would Slowpoke or Slowbro be good pets? I think they're so cute!

[I’ve already covered slowpoke, so I’ll link that one at the bottom of this post!]

Slowbros would indeed make a pretty good pet to some very specific owners, but it’s difficult to give them a blanket recommendation for a few reasons. Let’s have a little test: can you tell already what one of the more significant issues is?

Their size! Five feet tall?! Woah! This was surprising to me as I was reviewing the data on slowbros. As you may already know, slowbros evolve from slowpokes when the latter is bit on the tail by a shellder, another aquatic pokémon species (Red/Blue, Yellow). The individual’s slowbro classification is entirely reliant on this symbiotic relationship, as if the shellder is shed the pokémon reverts back to a slowpoke (Yellow). Clearly, the presence of this shellder allows the slowbro to grow significantly larger. Unfortunately, this is likely to be an issue in the way that it interacts with the other affects of this symbiosis.

Let’s clear something up real quick: I’ve said a few times now that the relationship between the slowbro and the shellder is symbiotic. It’s complicated. While at first glance it appears that the shellder is a parasite, as it feeds off of the fluids contained in their host’s tail as well as their leftover food (Red/Blue, Crystal). However, when you observe the slowbro, you find that they have become stronger and more powerful as a result of this relationship. Since the shellder prevents the slowbro from using their tail to fish on the shore like a slowpoke, it pushes the slowbro to become a more proactive hunter (Ruby Sapphire). While slowpokes are known to be pretty dull-witted, in slowbros’ case their shellders’ bites stimulate their brain, giving this species an occasional boost in intellect (Diamond/Pearl/Platinum). These effects have led to slowbros being better able to protect themselves from threats, which is a benefit to their survival. They don’t feel pain from the bites of the shellder, as the shell-like pokémon’s venom has an intense numbing effect (Silver). This is great for battle, but not the best when it comes to the slowbro’s overall health and well-being. In the end, both the slowbro and the shellder seem to benefit from their relationship.

So what does this all mean for slowbros’ pet compatibility? Well, their ease of care is significantly lower than a slowpoke’s. While you won’t need to feed the shellder, since it receives all the sustenance it needs from its host, you will need to provide the slowbro with some aquatic space to exercise. While you may not want to provide your pet with live prey to hunt, you will want to provide them space to move around to that they don’t become restless or out of shape. Given their size, providing this space may be beyond some owner’s means.

Given slowbros’ lack of pain sensation due to the venom of their shellders, you will really need to keep an eye on your pet’s health. A slowbro might not be able to let you know if they are injured or not feeling well, since they don’t experience any pain sensation. A slowbro’s healthcare needs may be higher than a lot of pokémon pets.

Slowbros, while more fit and dangerous that slowpokes, aren’t significantly more dangerous. They make use of many psychic-type special moves, which, while they may be inconvenient or even painful, are unlikely to be lethal. The chances of a slowbro attack are pretty low, however, so long as both they and their shellder feel happy, healthy, and unthreatened.

Keeping a slowbro as a pet is far from impossible, but in most cases a different pet might be a better choice. I’d recommend a slowpoke over a slowbro to most owners.

The Slowpoke Post:

[rumade]

Nature PSA: DO NOT LET YOUR DOGS WILD SWIM if you treat them with spot-on flea treatments

Flea treatments are pesticides and are having a knock-on effect in the wider environment, especially aquatic environments. Most of these flea treatments are neonicotinoids, the same family of pesticides known to be catastrophic to bees.

This is yet another reasons why cats should not be allowed to free roam too- when they are treated with flea products and then go and roll freely in gardens they are spreading around these harmful pesticides.

Insect and other invertebrate numbers have plummeted in the past 20 years. We need to get serious about the damage we are doing to this foundation of the ecosphere.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

https://www.tumblr.com/haveyouseenthisskeleton/725828912953884672/ten-characters-of-your-choosing-meeting-a-bitty?source=share

S/O finds the bitty and spoils it with attention, how will the skellies react?

Undertale Sans - He turns into a full lap dog and throws himself on your knees to have attention. He's glad you like his bitty but don't forget him please??? If you keep ignoring him, he's sticking googly eyes on every object in the house, you're warned.

Undertale Papyrus - Well of couse you would like the bitty. He's as cool as he is. Though, after an hour, Papyrus insists the bitty is still a little less cooler than HE is because he is missing pets and hugs right now and, yeah, ok, he might grow just a tiny little bit jealous. That's like the first time ever you see Papyrus jealous. You can't stop teasing him.

Underswap Sans - That's cheating. You're teaming up with the bitty to win a sports video game and he can't do anything to fix this. Blue is getting frustrated. You're two against him, that's not fair! It doesn't help he's a sore loser. He's pouting.

Underswap Papyrus - You two call the bitty their baby and coo over him with a stupid high-pitched voice, all excited. Honey's bitty is so overwhelmed he's passing out as a defense mechanism. Too much love. He's dead.

Underfell Sans - He's so pissed off. First that little shit attacks him then it acts all cute and nice with you?! What the hell? Every time Red gets close, the bitty starts to scream like he's getting murdered so S/O takes him in pity and tells Red to stop being a bully. HIM? A BULLY? You'll see how much of a bully he is. As soon S/O has their back turn, he grabs the bitty and locks it in a random box he throws outside. See ya later, sucker.

Underfell Papyrus - He's boiling. He hates this so much. Edge is a very exclusive skeleton, just like his bitty, but the bitty has the small cute face syndrome to gather more attention than he does. Edge gives you the kicked puppy face before grabbing his cat to cuddle it right in front of your face. SEE? He can do this too! You're not special! Bitty Edge smiles then somehow takes out a very small Doomfanger from his inventory. Edge gasps loudly, offended.

Horrortale Sans - You're petting Oak and Tiny Oak at the same time which causes a crazy amount of reverb purring. Willow ragequitted the house long ago because the two of them were so loud. It gets even worse when both Oak realize they can pet each other when S/O is not here. Willow begs S/O to solve this problem.

Horrortale Papyrus - Willow is comforted knowing that when he's working on the farm, you still have a mini-version of him to watch over you. He's glad you're liking his bitty, and you two worked to make them a tiny house with all he needed to be independent. He wishes simply to have more alone time with you sometimes though, he's just too shy to ask.

Swapfell Sans - He's scared of his own bitty and keeps a safe distance. It doesn't prevent him from being jealous as hell though as his bitty doesn't hesitate one second to take all of S/O's attention just to piss him off, because he knows that arguing with the bitty always ends somehow with the bitty winning the argument. He's actively searching for a way to get rid of him when he is too busy cuddling his S/O.

Swapfell Papyrus - They decided to make a schedule so they can have the same time with S/O lol. There are big dramas though as both of them try to steal the other's hours when he's not looking. They're bickering and pranking each other all the time just to see what could happen.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Wine tolerates his bitty spending time with S/O, but if he needs alone time, he doesn't hesitate one second to abuse the fact his bitty is small and puts him outside or in a box lol. He really doesn't care about the angry screeches and the bites. That's his S/O, you freakin parasite.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Endless piles of cuddling bones and flesh. Both of them are terribly needy so now you don't have even a minute to yourself as they're somehow always with you. You open a drawer, here goes Coffee's bitty. You go in the bathroom, Coffee is sleeping in the bathtub. You could ask Wine for help but... Do you really want Wine to give you his opinion on this? No. No, you don't.