#pitbull kennels

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Is A Pitbull Bully Kennels

We raise extraordinary and well-bred Pitbull Bullies at our exclusive Pitbull Bully Kennels, where we take great delight. Our kennel is committed to breeding top-quality dogs, with an emphasis on temperament, well-being, and outstanding physical characteristics.

Our Pitbull Bullies:

We carefully choose our breeding stock at our kennels from champion bloodlines to guarantee that our Pitbull Bullies have the best characteristics of the breed. Our canines become the ideal companions for both families and individuals thanks to their amazing combination of power, intelligence, and loyalty.

Temperament and Socialization:

Health and Care:

Regular veterinary check-ups, vaccines, and food rich in nutrients are all part of our stringent health regimen. Our kennel facilities are made to give our dogs a clean, secure environment where they may flourish both physically and mentally.

Training and Obedience:

Early training is essential for a well-behaved and disciplined dog. We commence the training process early, instilling good manners and basic obedience skills in our Pitbull Bullies. Our puppies are quick learners and respond well to positive reinforcement, ensuring they develop into intelligent and obedient companions.

Ethical Breeding Practices:

Adoption Process:

Our top priority is finding loving and responsible homes for our Pitbull Bullies. Prospective adopters undergo a thorough screening process to ensure they are well-prepared to care for and provide a loving environment for our puppies. We also offer ongoing support and guidance to new puppy parents to ensure a smooth transition for both the family and the pup.

Join Our Passionate Community:

If you are seeking a loyal, devoted, and visually striking Pitbull Bully to become a cherished part of your family, we would be delighted to welcome you into our community. Contact us to schedule a visit to our kennels and meet our exceptional Pitbull Bullies.

At our Pitbull Bully Kennels we are committed to producing extraordinary dogs that bring joy, love, and companionship to their forever families. Experience the pride and delight of owning one of our remarkable Pitbull Bullies — they are sure to leave an indelible mark on your heart!

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Unveiling the Artistry Behind Elite Pitbull Kennels

In the realm of canine enthusiasts, the term "Pitbull kennels" resonates with a unique blend of passion, responsibility, and artistry. As we delve into the world of these elite breeding grounds, it becomes apparent that behind every well-crafted pedigree is a dedicated breeder committed to raising healthy, happy, and well-socialized Pitbulls.

The Heart of Pitbull Kennels: Passionate Breeding with Purpose

At the core of reputable Pitbull kennels lies a deep passion for the breed and a commitment to preserving its integrity. Responsible breeders prioritize health, temperament, and conformation to breed standards. They carefully select breeding pairs, considering lineage, genetics, and individual characteristics to produce litters that not only meet but exceed expectations.

Ethical Practices in Pitbull Breeding

Responsible breeders are steadfast in their commitment to ethical practices. From prenatal care for expecting mothers to early socialization for puppies, these kennels prioritize the well-being of their four-legged charges. Regular veterinary check-ups, vaccinations, and a meticulous record-keeping system are essential components of maintaining a healthy bloodline.

In this world of conscientious breeding, the focus is on quality rather than quantity. Ethical Pitbull kennels take a stand against overbreeding, ensuring each pup receives the attention and care necessary for a flourishing life. This commitment to responsible breeding contributes significantly to the positive reputation of the Pitbull breed.

Beyond Genetics: The Art of Canine Upbringing

The journey of a Pitbull from kennel to forever home is marked by a carefully crafted upbringing. Elite kennels understand the importance of early socialization, exposing puppies to various environments, sounds, and people to build a solid foundation for their future temperament.

Furthermore, the artistry extends to training methodologies. Positive reinforcement and force-free training techniques are favored, fostering a bond of trust and respect between the breeder and the dog. This approach not only results in well-behaved pets but also contributes to breaking stereotypes associated with the Pitbull breed.

The Role of Responsible Ownership

While the responsibility of a Pitbull kennel is immense, the onus of responsible ownership falls equally on those who bring these dogs into their homes. Prospective owners should conduct thorough research on the kennel, ensuring it aligns with ethical breeding practices. Beyond that, they must be prepared for the lifelong commitment of caring for a Pitbull, providing love, proper training, and a nurturing environment.

Conclusion: Nurturing Excellence in Every Litter

In the tapestry of canine breeding, Pitbull kennels stand out as artisans, weaving a story of passion, responsibility, and dedication. By embracing ethical practices, prioritizing the health and well-being of their dogs, and fostering responsible ownership, these kennels contribute to the positive image of the Pitbull breed.

As we explore the world behind the kennel doors, it becomes evident that the artistry extends far beyond genetics. It encompasses the love and care poured into each puppy, the commitment to responsible breeding, and the dedication to shaping not just dogs but beloved family members. In the world of Pitbull kennels, excellence is not just a goal; it's a standard upheld with every wagging tail and joyful bark.

[aidenwaites]

Charlie is the definition of sad previously neglected shelter dog rizz I think

[bnjelly]

Kennel duty was a lot but a healthy amount. Nothing too exhausting. Thursday shift made me tired but Saturday was a beat down. I think it was the flights of stairs more than anything. I didn’t get any pics because I was moving nonstop and when it was time to go I was ready to go. But my kennel trainer showed be the proper way to walk the dogs so I predominantly did that and I gave Elizabeth some medication. There’s a list of things weekenders have to do to keep the place in shape so I tackled some of those tasks like cleaning out the fridge, Wiping the windows etc etc. When I got home I showered and fell asleep. Kennel was over at 12 but we got let go early because the next shift came and we did everything we needed to. My next shift is this Thursday and Sunday.

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My first job was working at a dog kennel. It was a boarding facility so folks could leave their animals while they went on vacation. I always loved animals so I was stoked to apply, but I was less thrilled with the reality.

The owner operated the kennel on her personal property and was a tyrannical micromanager. For instance: she could see three of the play pens from her front porch. If you had a dog that did not in fact want to play with you, a stranger, and would prefer to sit quietly getting petted she would come out onto her front porch and yell at you.

The correct procedure in her mind was to play fetch by yourself which was just throwing a ball, going to pick it up, and throwing it again, over and over, to entice the dog. I quickly learned to never pick those pens. Even the small gravel play pen behind the building by the dumpsters was a better bet. There may not have been grassy fields but the miasma of dog waste meant less getting yelled at.

My time there colored my perception of certain dogs. To this day I disdain retrievers. They can be fine on a case by case, and ultimately my dislike isn’t their fault. But 75% of them weren’t potty trained and had never walked on a leash. They also had a brain just big enough to fixate on a tennis ball which was really annoying when trying to manage toy buckets and they’d just body check you cause they saw green.

Poodles and Dobermans were top tier, generally extremely obedient on leash and with their manners. This certainly says more about the owners inclined to get certain types of dogs than the breed itself but I remain fond. Pitbulls were similarly well mannered.

The craziest motherfuckers were Shiba Inu’s. It says a lot that these dogs rarely ended up on my schedule, despite the high proportion we had, because snappy dogs always went to the leads. It really didn’t help that we didn’t leave collars on the dogs. (I think it was a safety thing? It was weird). We slipped collars over their heads, and the shibas fucking hated it. They’d scream their little heads off and fling themselves around on the leash like a wild animal.

Hands down the worst dog I had was a beagle though. I still remember that horrible little man. He had been checked by the vet and was fine but he acted like each time he put his foot down it was landing on shards of broken glass. So each step was a tiny tentative affair, mincing and ready for the ground to suddenly rise up against being walked on. And god save you if this animal felt the slightest pressure on his collar he would shriek with ear piercing hysteria that you were trying to murder him. He walked the shortest circuit we had and it took as long to finish as the longest circuit twice over. I watched his owners pick him up once and he just trotted happily like a normal fucking dog.

My favorite animal however was this little Pomeranian with one eye. Easily the most friendly and well behaved of the dogs, big or small, he was loving life and everything in it. He didn’t yap or snap he just sat politely to be leashed and trotted along perfectly. He dashed after toys and retrieved nicely. I still think about that little dude sometimes. He was the platonic ideal of a dog.

But really the best kind of dog, the one we all wanted but never got, was one with solid bowel movements we could actually pick up instead of kennel induced stress soup, which is what we got.

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KK FIC WHERE HER SND READER GET A DOG AND THEY GET INTO A PLAYFUL ARGUMENT BC KK WANTED TO NAME THE DOG TRU FU

the dog looks a different color in one of the pics but let’s just act like it’s bc of the lighting (it probably actually is from the lighting 😭) also act like the dog is a boy bc i couldn’t find any pics that looked similar that the dog wasn’t a different gender in each pic. also idk how to do realistic comments so i gave up, i tried it on the app and it looked like booty and on here i dont know how to do it 🥸

warning(s): cussing

genre: fluff

pairing(s): kk arnold x reader

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“kk we should get a dog.” you said randomly as you were on face book looking at pitbull puppies for sale. “oh my gosh, yes we should.” she gasped while looking over at your phone and seeing the adorable little puppies. she grabbed your phone and looked at the facebook post closely, looking at all of the little puppies, “this one is so cute!” she yelled while turning the phone to you, it was a grey boy with white on his chest and he had the cutest little blue eyes, “oh my gosh kk we need that one like now!” you gasped while getting excited. “i’m texting the lady right now and i’ll let you know what she says.” you told kk, she nodded in response.

since it was late at night, you guys went to bed a little bit after and when you woke up you checked your phone and seen that the lady had responded 15 minutes before you woke up. “kk wake up.” you nudged her, “what.” she replied with her face in the pillow, “the lady said we can come get the puppy at 2 and it’s 10:30 so we need to get up and get ready because it’s a 2 hour drive.” kk nodded and turned over on her back, getting up and headed to the bathroom while you went to the your closet to find some clothes to wear after your shower. at 11:50 you both got in the car, you set up the gps and you two were on your way to get your new baby.

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when you reached the destination, you were in and out, she gave you the dog and you cashapped her the money. kk was so happy and asked you to drive so she could hold the puppy. “what are we gonna name him?” kk asked while hugging him. “i don’t know.” you said while shrugging and pulling into the nearest pet store. you two got out and went inside to get all of the necessary supplies. you bought him a small bed, small kennel you’ll use until he’s trained, puppy pads, toys, puppy food, and whatever else you needed. the ride home was full of kk squealing, the puppy snoring while he sleeps, and both of you laughing.

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the second you posted your instagram post, kayla texted you asking to come over and see the new puppy, you obviously said yes and somehow you ended up with the entire team at your apartment. the puppy was loving all off attention he was getting, licking people and getting excited when someone pet him.

“so what’s his name?” caroline questioned while petting the small dog, playing with his paws as well. “uh.” you replied while look at kk, she was already looking at you. “tru fru-” “no.” you quickly cut her off. “why.” she whined, dragging the ‘y’ out. “he doesn’t have a name and his name will not be tru fru.” you said while trying to think of other names for him besides the ridiculous one kk chose. “you guys should name lloyd because it means grey in welsh.” morgan suggested, “wait that’s literally perfect because of lloyd the musician too.” you gasped while shaking kk, “who the fuck is lloyd?” she asked, “are you dumb?” your eyes brows furrowed while dropping your hands off her shoulders, “oh wait it’s the guy who made all those freaky songs.” kk said while gasping and suddenly agree to it.

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after everyone went home you two went to bed and the puppy slept with you, right in the middle. the night was peaceful, sleeping in the bed with the puppy made you two feel complete, like he was your child.

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sorry it’s kinda short but i wanted to get something out. i hope you guys enjoyed it and i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

[kuwdora]

Saturday Morning Vid Recs - Animals

@poetikat So I know you like cats.... This post started out as a recs list of cat vids. but then I realized there are a ton of other animal vids that you'll get a kick out of and so here I am, with another batch of goodies for you!

Cats!!

Hug Cats! by @rhea314 and @sandalwoodbox. Multi-source. Like…really multi-source! 😻😻😻😻 Cats cats cats cats cats.

Breaking the Habit by Isagel. My Cat From Hell. This vid will make you crack up, it’s amazing. I don't want to be the one the battles always choose.

Murder (Or a Heart Attack) by sisabet. New Girl. Parenting a cat, lmao. "Introducing the mouse-murderin', the heart burglarin', the king of the kennel, Furguson Michael Jordan Bishop!" --Winston Bishop

Happiness and Home by sternenschnuppendrachenschicksal. The Aristocats. ❤️❤️❤️ Home is where the heart is.

Doggos!

Send Me On My Way by @elipie. Wishbone. Wishbone!! the tv Wishbone! Wishbone in all the costumes and adorableness, this is so much love. We will run, we will crawl.

I'll Be There For You by @eruthros. Pit Bulls and Parolees. Animal rescue and love and hugs. "It's for more than three hundred pitbulls, the world's most misunderstood breed of dog; it's for parolees, the guys I hire because no one else will."

Dreams by eunice. Marley & Me. WARNING: The dog dies. This vid will ruin your soul. It’s full of SO MUCH LOVE. And grief. It’s fucking beautiful and ruinous. Tread with caution.

Puppy Love by cosmic_llin. Multi-source. PUPPIES!!!!! Dolly Parton music and PUPPIES.

They’re Good Dogs Brent by bessyboo, platinumvampyr. We Rate Dogs. This vid is pure joy. h*ckin good dogs.

Times Like These by eunice. All Dogs Go to Heaven. Eunice has a motif of killing dogs but this vid is a little more light. Times like these I learn to live again.

Dinosaurs, Penguins, Horses, Rats, Bears and Duckies, Oh my!

Stay Alive by milly. Land Before Time. Scroll down for the YouTube link on this page. This is another incredible animation throwback and full of so much heart. We'll do whatever just to stay alive.

Every Penguin Dance Now by Mr. Anderson. Happy Feet. Nobody was rocking the vidding dancefloor like Mr. Anderson’s editing back in the day. This vid is a 10000000% must-see.

Heart Alone by sasha_feather. Seabiscuit (2003). Found family! Horses!!!!

The Walker by @rhoboat77. Rataouille (2007). This vid is SO. FUCKING. CUTE. Don't miss this one!

Everything I Do by bironic. Cocaine Bear. Warning for drug use and brief implied bear injury, but this vid is not as graphic as the film. It is, however, extremely hilariously inappropriate laugh out loud funny. I can't help it. There's nothin' I want more.

1234 - A Bear Named Winnie by @kuwdora. A Bear Named Winnie (2004). This is slash vid with a bear at the heart of it all. A live action film based on the bear that inspired Winnie the Pooh. Two men go off to war and parent a bear cub. Oh, you're changing your heart. Scroll down in my vidpost to hear me scream about how this movie was made for me.

Somewhere Only We Know by @kiki-miserychic. Winnie the Pooh. This animated Pooh vid is SO sweet and wonderful! I had to run to the vidder to find a link to share since it's not on YouTube but well worth the download and viewing!

Rubber Duckie by krim. Taskmaster UK. This is so unbearably cute! A Taskmaster celebration of our little yellow friends!

Animals of the Sea

(You Drive Me) Crazy by @CherryIce. Sharknado. I cannot get through this vid without laugh crying. Please please please watch this vid and tell Cherry how much you laughed. Please, do it for me. Baby, I'm so into you.

A-ha by sol-se. Deep Blue Sea. This one makes me CACKLE and howl and slap my knees and also this song is so fucking good and just goddamn amazing. LL Cool J trying to kill a shark with a lighter. The way Solvi uses this song! Brilliant. Scientists experiment on sharks in an isolated ocean lab because that is a good idea. Thomas Jane is a shark wrangler, and LL Cool J is a cook with a parrot. Also, Samuel L. Jackson.

Float On by @such-heights. Finding Meno (2003). ❤️❤️❤️ We all float on, okay.

Selachimorpha by @CherryIce. Aquaman. ….There are not enough words, or any words for this vid. You have to see it for yourself. You will regret me earworming you by reccing this vid but it’s worth it for the hilarious perfection. I promise. Aquaman: Protector of the deep.

More cats!!

Cat Apostle, Conqueror of Asthma, Chosen One Of The Light (Vid) by Rhea. 开端 | Reset (TV 2022) This vid makes me clappyhands with glee. I have six cats.

Three by chaila. The Incredible Dr. Pol. Forever cackling about this adorable cat! Hip-hip-hooray for three!!!! 3 legs, 0 problems.

Papa’s Got a Brand New Bag by AbsoluteDestiny. Maru. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

cats…in Space! by niyalune. Multi-source. This vid will make you grin like a happy kitty lovin’ fool. Also A+++++ song choice. Featuring: pet cats, alien cats, evil cats, sexy cats, internet cats, a couple of lions, two litters of kitties, and one actual, real life space cat.

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How Much Does A Puppy Pit Bull For Sale Cost?

The price of a pit bull puppy for sale can vary significantly based on various factors. These factors include the quality of the breed, as show-quality or champion bloodline pit bulls are generally more expensive than those from regular breeding lines. Puppies with a desirable and well-documented pedigree also tend to have higher price tags.

Additionally, age is a determining factor, with younger Puppy Pit Bull For Sale often being more expensive than older ones. Puppies with up-to-date vaccinations and good health may also come with a higher cost.

The reputation of the breeder is another important consideration. Reputable breeders, known for producing healthy and well-socialized puppies, may charge more for their pups. Moreover, the demand for pit bull puppies in a specific region or country can influence their prices.

Pit bull puppies available for purchase can be priced anywhere between $500 to $2,000 or higher, depending on these factors. Nonetheless, it’s important to recognize that the initial acquisition is merely the starting point of the expenses. Continued costs like food, veterinary care, training, and supplies must also be taken into account.

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Okay okay okay

Pet play with Jeff vs Graves would be soo fun to see

Jeff only really gets rough if provoked, feels awful after usually unless it's sex. Then he's probably pretty satisfied, but even then he's really not that rough. Really gotta work him up to being rough, let him blow some steam in a safe environment where he won't be afraid to be "bad."

He has his moments, overwhelmed and probably panicked, especially after Shauna and her "book club." But he's not inherently a bad dog. He's a good boy, just needy and clingy, probably a bit insecure and wary around people.

That biting issue isn't awful after being with him for awhile, probably actually able to train him over Shauna. But sometimes he'll bite if something feels too good or he's frightened, but I can't imagine putting him in his kennel again over it. They're accidents, lost in his head like last time and everyone's learning from it

Graves?

Rough and mean for the hell of it. Is not satisfied by slow sappy shit unless you really work him in, or his day was genuinely terrible. But usually? Graves is wrestling and probably straight up sparring with you for dominance that he doesn't want.

Bites bites bites all the time. You look like you were thrown to the wolves after leaving a session with Graves, cannot train this out of him. It's his god given right as a puppy. Fuck him with a dildo with a knot? It's soo over for him. Eyes rolled back and drooling everywhere. 0 thoughts in this pups brain, literally none at all as he's shooting blanks over and over again.

He's bratty, mouthy. Loves to tease and be pampered. Stressed at work? Scratch behind his ears and coo at him and he's melting away, itching for that weight of a collar around his neck.

Anyways 😭 idk if any of that makes sense but you get to have my rambles anyways!

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AHHHH I WANNA DIG A HOLE IN YOUR SKULL TO LIVE IN YOUR BRAIN AND EAT YOUR THOUGHTS!! THIS SO PERFECT😭 This is fucking perfect! I'm so sorry if none of this makes sense.

Jeff is gentle natured. Only ever violent when really pushed in a corner or someone's threatening people dear to him. He's definitely not in control of his mouth when he experiences any overwhelming emotions. He would bite his lip, the inside of his mouth or tongue and not realize. He'd start panicing or whine when he taste blood.

He just doesn't like to be treated rough at all. Rough means punishment. He needs reassurance that he's not a bad boy and that no one's mad at him.

I feel like Jeff gets let off the handle more than he should. Don't want to push him and break his trust. He's, for the most part, well behaved. If he does something wrong he's most likely going to beg for forgiveness before he could get reprimanded.

His kennel isn't really for punishment. It's more of a safe space for him. Just plushies and throw blanket. It's only ever punishment if the cage is closed.

He likes everything soft and sweet, especially nicknames. Cute one like buddy, puppy, pumpkin, etc. He loves to be spoiled. Kisses and praises more the material things.

Shauna lets him stay at your place some weekends and as much as he loves spending time with you Jeff questions why Shauna doesn't love him anymore. He definitely soooooo fucking clingy. The type of dog to wait outside the bathroom door.

Shauna probably wouldn't have much patience with training him. Would give up quickly or scold him a little too hard. Gentleness is key in reinforcing Jeff's good behavior.

Graves gives the vibe of one of those pitbulls named 'Cupcake' or 'Princess'. He can be sweet but violence is in his nature. I think he reacts violently because that's how he was treated. He's violent with both play and sex. He'll violent rip apart toys and goes through them so easily. Old wounds can never heal properly cause he just bites over them (I have a fic talking about this actually).

Graves thinks if he does his mission he'll get rewarded but is let down constantly by Shepherd. He'll finish his mission and all Shepherd gives him is a cold pat on the back and his paycheck.

Yes, Graves loves the money but he craves to be praised both cause of his ego and his deep need to be wanted. If someone wants him, they pay.

Shepherd calls him a dog with a bone. He'd somehow learn of Graves' puppy play. Use it against him and for sometime Graves let him. He's loyal to the ones he's close with and it took alot to break that trust. But seeing his men, the ones he views as a pack, die made him snap.

So now with a new 'handler' he's never going to be fully trusting. He gave it away and it backfired.

I think Graves bite more so to show ownership. Yes, he has violent tendencies but he like to see markings. It's way of him keeping some level of control. Plus he just genuinely like to do it.

Graves accept no punishment. If boundaries are crossed or his actions too severe, just go quiet for a few days to scare him. He'll think he'll be abandon and will crawl back. It's a bit cruel but it's the only thing that works.

He has money so spoiling him with gifts isn't going to win any favor. He just wants someone to 'play' with. Honestly he'd probably pay. Of course, most of the paycheck is hush money.

Graves requires a lot of energy burning activity aka sex when in his head space. He's a busy man and doesn't get to relax often. I can imagine his has those heavy chain collar. Chain him somewhere and get him to fuck himself on a knotted dildo while trying to finish work than fuck him for hours after.

[mus1g4]

I have two questions, what does a prisoner have to do to be "thrown" into the dog cage at the Franklin County Jail?? (I'm interested in being ridiculously arrested there 🤣🤣🤤) and they have pink prison uniform to humiliate prisoners?😏

While FCJ does not stock pink uniforms as standard issue, if you want a f#####g pink jumpsuit or boxers or tee shirt, I will make certain it happens!

In terms of the Dog Kennel style cell, we call the small isolation cell next to The Hole 3D or the Dog Kennel.

Which is the door just to the left in this photo.

How do you get there? Doing something stupid is your ticket. Call Pitbull a poodle. Flirt with Judge Conch. Tell the Warden he looks like Barmey Fife. Try to escape! You will get there!

Question about a Pink Uniform and the Dog Kennel Cell

[e-dubbc11]

Hot neighbor Rumlow that you see in his yard like this one day. That's it. That's the ask 🥵💦

My lovely Lily,

You have so many great ideas roaming around inside that brain of yours and I love that you share those ideas with me and trust me to bring those ideas to life. So you wanted neighbor Rumlow? Here he is! I really hope you like it and thank you for always sending things/ideas to my inbox and for just being such a good friend ♥️♥️♥️

Hey, Neighbor

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Warnings: None, really. A couple of swear words, fluff, some smooches, mentions of infidelity and divorce.

Word Count: 3.7K-ish

Summary: You’re newly single and start looking at your neighbor differently.

A/N: I don’t really have much else to say that I didn’t say above. Brock is fun to write for and even though she hasn’t read it yet, Lily said she’s already game for a part 2 🤣 I hope you like it!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The early morning sun peeked through the very small opening in between your bedroom curtains. The warm rays beamed into your room, directly onto the foot of your bed where your dog, Beast, was sleeping peacefully.

It was Saturday and he seemed quite content that he also did not have to wake up early this morning however your internal clock never let you sleep in too much. Waking up with the sun was a lot better than being jolted awake by an alarm while it was still dark outside though so you reveled in the restful sleep you had last night.

You rolled over to look at your clock. It was 7:00 AM, birds were happily chirping outside your window, and you couldn’t wait to get up to do…nothing. It had been over a month since you had a free weekend and all you wanted to do today was relax, maybe start the new book you just bought, or just do whatever you felt like doing.

The house was quiet.

Since you finalized your divorce eight months ago, it had been very quiet but most of the time you didn’t mind. You thought maybe there was something wrong with you because you didn’t really have a problem being alone, sure there were times where you were lonely but you still didn’t mind being alone…maybe you actually preferred it.

You didn’t have any children so the divorce was quick and easy, he let you keep the house because he was moving in with his girlfriend, the one he was seeing while still married to you.

Yeah, that felt like a punch to the stomach. How could you not see it coming? Were you that blind? You thought you were happy together but it was all a lie, a lie that had dragged on for the past two years. It was humiliating and you felt like everyone knew he had been cheating on you except for you.

Even though they weren’t, you felt like everywhere you went people were looking at you, talking about you, and feeling sorry for you. But you were better off without him and you had everything you wanted right now.

You lived in a nice house, had a good job, friends, family, and your dog. What else did you need right now?

Coffee…coffee is what you needed.

“C’mon Beast…time to go outside, buddy. Let’s go.” You said, patting him on the head as he blinked his eyes and yawned, showing you all of his teeth.

After your divorce, you went to a local shelter because you wanted a dog for protection and companionship as you were now alone in your house.

When you walked in to where all of the kennels were, at first none of them felt like “the one” but as you moved toward the end of the rows of kennels, a young gray and white pitbull pushed his nose through the hole in the cage door and started wagging his tail, aggressively. Whimpering, he licked your fingers when you held them up to the kennel, he was such a sweet boy.

“What’s his story?” You had asked the employee.

“Not much to tell really, this guy has had a couple of homes but each owner said they didn’t really have the space for bigger dog like him and couldn’t give him the attention he needs.” They replied.

You had a decent size home and nice big yard for him to run around in so the decision was made that he was coming home with you and Beast smiled for the entire ride to his new home.

He did his little happy dance with his front paws before you opened the door and as soon as you opened it, he took off running for the very back of the yard where he did his business. As he sprinted back toward you, he stopped quickly in the middle of the yard to bring you his ball that he loved for you to throw for him.

The air was still slightly chilly as it brushed against your exposed skin. Your sleep clothes left little to the imagination, maybe you were still not fully awake yet, but you looked down and realized you were out in the middle of the yard in a thin strap tank top and shorts, with no bra on which of course is when your neighbor stepped outside to get onto his motorcycle.

You didn’t know what he did for a living but he was always out until crazy hours of the night or going in on weekends. You didn’t think he was a doctor; his wardrobe didn’t exactly scream “healthcare professional” but anything is possible. Dressed in all black wearing combat boots, he walked out of his side door with a scowl on his face and a furrowed brow.

His side door faced your yard and he actually did a double take when he saw you standing in the yard, half naked, playing with Beast so you gave him a little wave and a slight smile. He seemed a little flustered and quickly waved back but in an awkward manner.

His name was Brock Rumlow and had just come home from work the day you were moving into your house so he introduced himself to you and your then husband.

At the time, you didn’t really pay that much attention to what he looked like but now that you were single, you had noticed that Brock was quite handsome in a grouchy, angry sort of way.

Brock had dark brown hair, days old stubble on his face, and his eyes were a warm golden brown like the color of amber or whiskey. It was one of the first things you noticed about him when he introduced himself.

But you’ve had little interaction since besides the occasional “good morning” or a wave here and there. You felt yourself staring as he climbed on his bike and sped off down the street. You probably wouldn’t see him again today.

“Beast! Inside, now. Go on, time for your breakfast.” You said, holding the door open for him.

The temperature outside warmed up nicely since this morning and after cleaning for a little while, you decided you were finished with that for the day and were ready to relax with your book and a cup of tea. Part of the reason you bought your house was because it had a reading nook. You had always wanted one and you finally had one, it was your favorite place in the house.

With Beast asleep on the floor next to you and your tea resting on a little table behind your head, you were fully immersed in your book. Since it was such a nice day outside, you had opened the windows to get some fresh air and the curtains swayed as the cool breeze blew in through the screens.

You were so lost in the story, you almost didn’t hear Brock’s motorcycle pull back into his driveway. That’s strange. Usually when he left for the day, he was gone until sometime in the evening but you didn’t think much of it and went back to your book.

The reading nook faced Brock’s house and at one point you looked up from your book to rest your eyes and look out the window. To your surprise, when you looked up, Brock was standing in his driveway…and he was shirtless.

“Holy fuck.” You said out loud.

Oh shit…hopefully he didn’t hear you.

He was quite the specimen, warm tan skin, tight arm muscles and abs you could wash clothes on. How have you not seen this before? It couldn’t be the first time he’s been outside without a shirt but then again, he usually isn’t home during the daylight hours where you could see him clearly.

Beast picked his head up off of the floor as the words escaped your lips and he cocked his head to one side as he looked at you.

“Oh don’t look at me like that.” You said narrowing your eyes at him. “I didn’t know he was hiding that body underneath his clothes. How could I?”

You felt a little crazy talking to your dog like he was a person.

It looked like Brock was doing some stretching. Biting down on your thumb, you continued to stare out the window, hoping he was too far away for him to notice you gawking at him. With your thighs clenched together, you inched closer to the glass but you weren’t paying attention to how close to the glass you were.

Your forehead hit the glass with a slight “thud;” Brock looked up from his stretches and looked in your direction, thankfully you were quick enough to duck away from the window.

The pillow cradled your head as warmth rose to your cheeks and you watched as your book, resting on your chest, rose and fell with your nervous inhales and exhales. Beast had started to bark when he heard the thud against the glass. You tried to get him to stop by whisper yelling at him.

“Hey! Ssshhh, stop it! It’s just me!” You said.

Peeking out from behind the curtain, you saw Brock had gone back to his stretching. It looked like he was getting ready to go for a run. Beast finally stopped barking and Brock took off down the driveway.

You watched him until he was out of sight; finally, you could breathe easy but now you were wondering if he had noticed you watching him. You didn’t think so but it was still a possibility especially after the dog started to bark.

Maybe you were done reading for now.

**********

Since you had the entire day to yourself, you had the time to make your grandmother’s spaghetti sauce. You were the only one she trusted the recipe with and each time you made it, you reminisced about all the times you helped her make that sauce.

It would cook on the stove all day and your reward for helping her was she would give you a small bowl filled with sauce and a couple pieces of Italian bread for you to dip with. You would always get to have some before anyone else did, it was one of your favorite memories of her.

To get even more fresh air inside the house, you had opened the front door and kept the screen door shut plus Beast loved to sit in front of the door and watch people and cars go by.

While stirring the sauce, your back was toward the front door when Beast started to whine and scratch at the door. You figured he just saw another dog walk by; he loved to say hi to every person or animal that walked by the house.

He barked then scratched at the door so hard that he nudged it open and ran outside. You turned to see the screen door ajar and swaying back and forth.

“Shit! Beast! No!!” You shouted after him.

After you ran outside and down the driveway, you looked around for him and finally found him licking Brock’s face just past your mailbox.

“Oh my god, Brock I am so sorry! He just pushed the door open and ran out before I could stop him.” You said apologetically.

Brock was kneeling down next to Beast, gently patting his head.

“Oh that’s alright, doll. He’s a good boy, he just wanted to say hello. Didn’t ya boy?”

The smile on Brock’s face was probably the most genuine smile you’ve ever seen on him which made you smile.

“Well thank you for catching him for me.” You said.

You then did something very out of character. You had always been very shy and quiet but you liked Brock and you definitely couldn’t eat that sauce all by yourself. So even though it made you feel nauseous, you decided to ask him anyway.

“B-brock? W-would you like to come over for dinner tonight? I, well I made my grandmother’s spaghetti sauce and I forgot that it’s enough to feed a small army.” You said, struggling to get the words out.

He looked shocked and didn’t really know what to say, like it was the first time he’s ever been invited to dinner.

“Oh…thank you y/n, but I’m all sweaty from my run just now.” He said, politely.

You noticed the sweat glistening off his body and on his forehead. It was hard not to notice. He really was extremely handsome, especially when he smiled.

“Well you have plenty of time to shower and change. I’m not quite finished cooking yet.” You said.

Brock looked a little uneasy, almost like he didn’t want to hurt your feelings by telling you no. You finally felt ready enough to talk to another man in a way that’s not platonic and you were terrified that he was going to say no. And then to think you would be reminded of that rejection every time you saw him after that.

Glancing down at the ground, you thought maybe it would be easier if you didn’t look at him. Maybe you could keep the tears from stinging the back of your eyes but he surprised you with his answer.

“Well in that case, I’d love to, doll.” He said softly.

Butterflies formed in your stomach and the words that fell from your lips were a little shaky but you managed to get them out without stumbling too much.

“O-ok. Great! I’ll see you in about an hour then.” You said. “Come on, Beast. Let’s go, ya troublemaker.”

**********

Not wanting to look like you were trying too hard but still wanting to look put together, you put on a pair of jeans and changed from a white t-shirt to a black one in case the clumsy version of you decided to show up and get marinara sauce all over yourself. You kept the minimal makeup look you had on from earlier in the day and kept your hair back.

Brock knocked on your door exactly an hour later, Beast helped you greet him at the door by barking and wagging his tail. Brock had brought over a bottle of wine which was very sweet of him.

“Hi Brock…Beast, get down! I’m so sorry…oh, thank you for the wine. That’s very nice of you…BEAST, get down! I know you’re excited that someone else is in the house.” You said.

A slight smiled stretched across his lips as he looked at you with his honey colored eyes.

“I had a grandma once too…she taught me never to show up any place empty handed. I woulda got ya some flowers too but I only had an hour.” He said with a wink.

Brock was dressed almost exactly like you were. Black shirt and jeans but he was wearing black boots; he looked incredibly handsome.

He took one look at the dining room table and admitted to feeling a little underdressed. You had set the table nicely with placemats, cloth napkins, and candles. You didn’t think it was overly romantic but maybe he did and you were afraid you might scare him away but it didn’t.

“Do you need help with anything?” He asked.

You were caught completely off guard by that question. Your ex-husband didn’t help much with the cooking or anything, really.

“Oh! Thank you, I think I’m all set though. Actually, you can open the wine…let me just find the corkscrew.” You said.

**********

Surprisingly, Brock was very easy to talk to. The wine probably helped a little but you had a feeling that maybe he wasn’t as angry as he appeared to be sometimes. Eyebrows pulled together in a straight line, lips pressed together, the gruff raspy tone to his voice when he said “good morning…” maybe he just didn’t want people to know that he’s actually kind of sweet and soft.

“I’ll admit, I was a little surprised when I saw your ex movin’ out. I thought you two had a decent marriage.” Said Brock.

With raised eyebrows, you said, “Yeah well, I wasn’t having sex nearly as often as he was sooooooo.”

Brock looked surprised as you confessed your ex had cheated on you.

“Wait…he cheated on you?” He asked.

“Brock, I feel like everyone else knew except me, like everyone on the street was looking at me differently. I felt really ashamed.” You said with a hitch in your voice as you looked away from him.

Tears welled up in your eyes quicker than you anticipated and before you could prevent one from streaking down your cheek. It was slightly embarrassing because you didn’t know your neighbor all that well and now you were crying in front of him.

“Hey, hey y/n…it’s ok.” He said softly as he gently brushed the top of your hand with his calloused fingers. The rasp in his voice was so sexy. “If it makes you feel any better, I had no idea and I doubt anyone else knew either. Plus…just…well, fuck that guy.”

You weren’t expecting him to say that; it caught you off guard and you let out a little laugh.

“Ya know what? You’re right…fuck that guy!” You exclaimed with a wide smile.

The two of you finished the bottle of wine and Brock insisted on doing the dishes, he actually looked cute with the dish towel draped over his shoulder which, you couldn’t help but notice, was filling out that part of his shirt nicely. Was it the wine that was making you warm or was it him?

You continued to talk for a while longer before Brock got up to leave. You really didn’t want him to go though.

“In my line of work, they don’t really care that it’s Sunday. I have to get up early tomorrow.” He said.

Nodding your head, you replied. “Oh of course. I understand.”

You followed him over to the front door, he turned to face you, and said, “Thank you for this, y/n. It was really nice, haven’t had a home cooked meal in awhile so thank you again.”

Your bodies were close, sharing the same air and you could smell the wine on his lips as he spoke.

“You’re very welcome, Brock. I’m sure I’ll still be eating that sauce for days but thank you for trying to help me make a dent in it.” You said, nervously.

Your heart was beating so fast, you thought it was going to burst out of your chest. You knew your skin would be warm to the touch as your heart beat faster and faster.

“Well…goodnight y/n.” He whispered.

His warm breath brushed against your ear, the air between you felt thick, like you could cut it with a knife and you wanted him to kiss you so badly.

You replied. “Goodnight.”

He walked out and turned back once more to wave and smile at you.

Before you closed the door, Beast whimpered while staring out at the street. He was probably wondering where Brock went.

“He went home, buddy. He doesn’t live here, ya know.” You told him with a slight smile but in a disappointing tone.

As you closed the door, Beast whined again and you whispered, “I know, I wanted him to kiss me too.”

After your shower, you decided to read a little more. The lights in the house were dimmed, the only bright light in the room was your book light and you had only been reading for about 20 minutes when Beast let out a low growl. You looked down at him, his tail started to swish back and forth then started to whine.

“Ya know for a big bad pitbull, you whine a lot like a little baby. What is it?” You asked.

Immediately after you asked that question, there were three loud raps against your front door. Confused, you put your book down, threw the blanket off of your legs, and walked over to the front door. Beast followed you, wagging his tail.

Brock was leaning against the screen when you opened the front door.

“Hey doll, I uh…well, I forgot something.” He said, opening the screen and stepping inside.

You looked up at him, then looked back over at the dining room chair, still a little confused.

“Oh…I don’t remember you bringing a jack—“ You tried to say before he cut you off.

Brock’s lips collided with yours, as he closed the door behind him. Suddenly your back was against the wall, running your fingers through his thick brown hair, while your lips parted, giving his tongue access to your mouth.

He was a really good kisser.

Brock’s chest was pressed firmly against yours, so you were pinned in between him and the wall. He was so strong but it felt amazing to have your body pressed against his. He nipped at your jawline and peppered kisses up and down your neck while soft moans escaped your lips.

Beast stood on his hind legs and lunged toward you and Brock like he was missing out on something. He was whining.

Breathing heavily, you pulled away and smiled at Brock. Your cheeks were warm and you could feel how red they were.

“I think someone else wants a kiss.” You said. “Careful, he has a fast tongue.”

Brock bent down so he was level with Beast and he glanced up at you. “Yeah, he ain’t the only one.” He said with a wink.

You covered your eyes in embarrassment.

After giving Beast gentle pats to his head, Brock stood up and closed the gap between your bodies. He cupped your cheeks, leaned in, and kissed you again. These were gentle kisses, soft and sweet and his stubble lightly brushed against your skin.

It had been awhile since your lips had touched someone else’s, his kisses sent shivers down your spine and gave you butterflies in your stomach. These were feelings you haven’t had in a long time; you were nervous but willing to give it all another chance.

“Dinner at my place next time, doll?” He asked.

A sly smile stretched across your lips as you purred into his ear.

“Only if we can have dessert first…neighbor.”

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#32: "i thought you didn't like cats?" :)

good morning michelle! thanks for asking!

32. “I thought you didn’t like cats”

Mickey wasn’t joking about wanting a pitbull, apparently. 

Ian thought he was, kind of. Or he didn’t think he would make any effort to actually go about adopting one. Which is why he had to blink at the sign in front of them, Wags to Wishes Animal Shelter. It was all MIckey’s doing, he got Ian out of bed on a Saturday morning, he must have looked the place up himself, unbeknownst to Ian, and he drove them over bright and early, brimming with excitement.

“You know the complex might not let you get a pit bull, right?” Ian pointed out as they stepped through the door. 

“Already talked to that bitchy manager, we’re good to go” Mickey said confidently. He looked around and stepped up to the welcome desk. “Hi, we’re here to see the dogs available for adoption. I called yesterday about the pitbull puppies?”

“Mickey?” the lady behind the desk asked curiously, her blonde ponytail bobbing as she cocked her head. “I’m Shannon, we spoke on the phone.”

Ian looked between his husband and the woman in disbelief. He realized that Mickey had jumped through hoops for this, something his husband was almost never willing to do. His eyes widened as he watched Mickey accept her handshake with a smile that was downright genial, polite even.

“Who are you and what the hell did you do to my husband?” Ian whispered as they followed the woman through the double doors. 

“She has the puppies” Mickey hissed back. They were met with the sound of barking from all directions, and all the various dog smells a person could expect from a kennel. He was a little off guard, frazzled and disoriented, though charmed by the image of his husband crouching down at the first gate, wiggling his fingers and grinning softly when the two dogs, thin and tawny like coyotes, licked and sniffed at them curiously, fluffy tails wagging. 

The next one actually had Mickey cooing adorably, a chunky bulldog nipping at his fingers excitedly despite the age evident in the grey around her muzzle. 

Shannon walked off briefly with a promise to check back on them, and Ian was mostly content to watch his husband interact with the dogs for a while. “I didn’t know you like dogs so much” Ian commented.

“Yeah well, always liked them” Mickey said honestly, fixated on the black lab holding his head up so that Mickey could scratch lightly at the bottom of his chin. 

The kennel was big, there were a ton of dogs and Mickey was dedicated to meeting each and every one of them personally, so Ian didn’t feel all that bad about wandering off. He wandered around the little room until he found a door labeled “Cat House” he motioned over to one of the volunteers to ask if he could open the door and got a friendly nod in return. 

Ian walked in hesitantly, sitting on one of the benches and looking around at the scattered cat towers, toys, and many many cats lounging and playing and snuggling up together. Ian sat in the quiet room for a while, he hadn’t meant to ditch his husband, but he was so delighted as different cats periodically slinked over to check him out.

A fluffy orange cat put both paws on his knee, light as a feather as she stretched out impassively, before moving on, a couple especially friendly cats head-butted him curiously, winding between his feet on the floor and accepting Ian’s gentle scratches. 

Finally a small, pitch black cat poked it’s head out from under the bench Ian was sitting on, materializing from the shadows and hoping elegantly up next to him despite his little legs. He peered up at Ian with round amber eyes before he ducked his head back down and crossed behind his back, slinking over his hip and climbing into Ian’s lap, making himself at home. 

Ian ran careful fingers from his head down between his protruding shoulder blades, watching at the cat’s eyes drooped until he was faintly purring against Ian’s thigh. 

That’s how Mickey found him, a little while later, when the cat decided he was interested in pawing at Ian’s fingers drumming on his thigh. Mickey and Shannon eyed him from the doorway.

“Oh! You’ve met our favorite little void kitty” Sharon said excitedly. 

“I thought you didn’t like cats” Mickey spoke up suddenly. 

“I like cats” Ian defended. “I’m just-“ He sneezed violently as the black cats tail flicked near Ian's nose as he stood frustratedly and circled again before laying down “a little bit allergic.”

Mickey watched him with a smile. “I was comin’ to get you to go look at the puppies,” Mickey started. “But I don’t think you want to look at puppies, do you?”

Ian scrunched his nose, “not really. I don’t think we know enough about having a pet to start with a puppy, and our apartment is a little small and boring for a puppy. Sorry, Mick, I just don’t think now is the time. In a few years we want a yard and a little more space, I just think that would be better.” 

Mickey sighed, coming to sit next to Ian on the bench. The cat looked up at him, sniffing the air hesitantly, he fixed Mickey with an inquisitive look but seemed content enough to have the underside of his chin scratched by a tattooed knuckle.

“Um” Shannon cut in hesitantly. “We’d all be thrilled if you two were interested in that cat but I would let you know he comes with a few behavioral issues.”

“What kind of behavioral issues?” Ian asked, looking up with watery eyes, allergies really getting to him.

“Well some of these cats were rescued from a hoarding situation. Void kitty was one of them and he came in as a bonded pair, they were both sick and he got better, but his buddy didn’t so he can get withdrawn, a little low energy some times, he's still mourning. But he’s super sweet the rest of the time.”

“He’s available for adoption?” Mickey asked. 

“Yes! And Void kitty isn’t his real name, it’s just what me and a couple of the girls call him that as a joke” Sharron said excitedly. 

“What would you do about those allergies?” Mickey asked suddenly, turning to Ian. He took in his husbands watery, pink eyes and nose “you’re starting to look fucking crazy.”

“They make pills for that” Ian insisted. “And I think there’s a shot now, you just do it once every couple months or something.”

“And you can take them?” Mickey asked, thinking about the long list of warnings that come with Ian’s medications.

“Yeah” Ian said, grin widening.

“And you want this cat?” Mickey said, poking the black cat lightly on the top of his head, causing him to open his eyes in confusion, baring his tiny fangs. 

“Yeah” Ian said, sniffling a little.

One year later 

Mickey had been very insistent that the cat was not allowed on the bed, ever. However, some mornings he woke up with the little cat curled up next to his head, blending in with his black hair against the white pillows. 

Void didn’t sleep with them every night, he’d retreat into the shadows of their apartment for a couple days, only showing his presence in the food that disappeared from his bowl. But when he was feeling social, he’d sit patiently on the spare chair at the kitchen table, waiting for both Ian and Mickey to sneak him other table scraps. He liked sitting on the toilet while they showered and curling up on Ian’s lap the best. 

But on the mornings he slept in their bed he’d make a big show of climbing over Mickey’s face to curl up onto his chest, staring him down with a focused, admiring gaze. He seemed to like when Mickey stared back, talking to him quietly. 

Ian had a whole folder full of photos from those kinds of mornings. ‘my boys’ with the black heart emoji, Mickey even got him to turn a couple of the pictures into selfies of the three of them, Void laying on his back between the two of them, his pink nose and yellow eyes the only thing that gave the idea that the misshapen black lump between the two of them was a cat. 

Mickey insisted that he was getting his pitbull someday soon, his bazooka. Because according to him, cats are for pansies, but it didn't change the way he loved their mornings in bed with little Void.

hope you enjoyed this!

also mickey does get a pitbull puppy one day, but puppy ownership is not for the weak or uninitiated so they get a kitty for now

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OK HEAR ME OUT.

"Look at her/his little nose/toes/fingers/hands/other." AND "Hi baby/little boy/girl" FOR ➢Dragon & Rooster (Opposites Attract).

Rooster and dragon deserves this for tonight🥹

"Isn't he perfect?" Dragon looked over her shoulder at her husband. Rooster's brown eyes were locked on the scene in front of him, taking in the sight of the woman he loved, holding and caressing their little body, "Look at his little nose," She cooed, booping their nose, "Oh hi, little boy."

"Are you sure that's the one you want?" Rooster asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "It's missing hair." His eyebrows furrowed as Dragon turned her head around and glared at him, "I'm just saying, there are cuter dogs-"

Dragon gasped, covering the ears of the small pitbull pup, who had his head in her lap, "How dare you say that to Bruce. He is perfectly perfect in every way."

Rooster rolled his eyes and leaned against the dog's kennel. The shelter manager, Joanne couldn't help but chuckle at the couple. They had been there for close to an hour, Dragon insisting on going into every kennel of every dog she swore was "the one", until they got to Bruce. A small, frail pitbull that had been rescued from a supposed fighting ring. He had scars on his body, his ear had been ripped during a fight, and his hair had started to fall out due to stress of being rescued and at the shelter.

"He needs a good home," Joanne said, looking at the two of them, "Lot's of love. Lot's of attention. He just wants to be cuddled."

"Pitbulls are dangerous," Bradley deadpanned, "What if he attacks-"

"All dogs have the tendency to be dangerous, Rooster," Dragon sassed back, "You have to know their boundaries. And pitbulls have a long history of being known as the "nanny dogs"."

Rooster sighed and looked at Joanne, who nodded her head. He looked back at his wife, who was talking in a baby voice to Bruce, the dog with a large smile on his face as she pet his belly. It had been so long since Rooster had seen that bright smile on her face. He just wanted to do something to make her happy, to help her grieving process. And, they had always talked about rescuing a dog together.

"This is really the one?" Rooster asked.

Dragon looked up at him with a bright smile, and Bruce turned his head towards Bradley.

"He's really the one," Dragon nodded.

"Alright," Rooster nodded, "We'll take him." Bruce jumped up immediately and started jumping in a circle, happy little yaps falling from his mouth as if he understood the words that just fell from Bradley's lips. Dragon laughed and patted her lap, the small dog crawling right to her and licking her face.

"You got a good one," Joanne said, patting Rooster's shoulder, "I'll go start the paperwork."

Rooster smiled, "Yeah, I did."

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I went to the gate early in the morning. It was really windy. Out of nowhere, a little piece of paper brought by the wind stopped right in front of me. The wind weakened a little and the little piece of paper made small advances, threatening to fly away. I opened the gate and ran to see what was written, but the wind came back and took it away. Without thinking, I ran after it. I would never stop reading. Many other pieces of paper came running after me, but my focus was on the one that had provoked me at the gate. The wind stopped and I quickened my pace to get it. Now, you little piece of paper, your secret will be revealed. I'm coming and I'm going to get you. Haha, what a damn thing to catch. The wind started up again out of nowhere and it took flight. It went and went and fell into a yard, soft now. Haha, it fell on top of a dog's kennel. I hoped it was a stray dog, a poodle or a Pincher. Haha, a Pitbull again. I decided to just watch and wait for the wind to blow hard and take it away. There, the dog saw me and barked non-stop, thank goodness the wind came back full force and made him return to the sky, before someone called the police to arrest a stranger without a shirt and in boxer shorts, I only realized that I had left so distracted and didn't even change, but going back to the duo of little paper and wind that was giving me endless tiredness, after about twenty kilometers with a blazing sun it fell into a river of running water, I had time to reach it because the waters were moving very slowly, it went right to the middle and I had to swim, finally I picked it up in my hand and didn't even wait to get out of the river to read it, before a time portal opened and an alligator came to eat me like they do in cartoons, the ink was all smudged and I couldn't read anything, I took it home and put it out to dry, now dry I could read it, it said "curious", remember the other pieces of paper flying together in the story each one had a single word written on it, loving, cautious, passionate, faithful, friend and so on, but By a twist of fate I caught the curious one right away, a five year old girl called Alice who threw them all out the window, she does it haha ​​every time she meets me and says, hi curious, little pest.

Jonas r Cezar

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Of all the things he'd imagined doing over the weekend, being drug around the pound by an overly excited Maxine hadn’t been high on his list.

Sure, he'd told her his therapist had advised getting himself a dog, but he hadn’t expected that to translate into "We're going dog shopping right now." He supposes he should have seen it coming, but he was always kind of out of it after therapy.

The lady at the counter had given him the stink eye at first, but relented when Max had bopped up to her instead. Not that his sister had any better manners than he did (worse, he'd argue), but she was small and she was excited and it was hard to say no to those big green eyes.

Which was how he ended up being pulled around to every kennel at the shelter.

In truth, Billy had hardly been paying attention. He figured whatever dog they'd land on would be fine. He'd never had a dog but how different could it be from having a sister?

It wasn't until they passed a seemingly empty kennel that his attention was snagged.

"The card on the door says there's a dog in here." Max gestured to said card, containing a little information on the supposed dog, "Daisy, five years old, red nosed pitbull, recent rescue. Huh."

Billy peeked around her, first at the card, then at the seemingly empty kennel before a though occurred to him.

He dropped down into a crouch, a little too quickly for his knees, and checked under the little doggy cot set up in there. Sure enough, there was a little ball of short fur tucked away in the very corner.

She was almost as red as Max's hair, though there were patches missing. Billy had had more than enough cigarette burns to recognize them on sight. It made his stomach turn, the idea of someone using an animal as a punching bag like that.

"Daisy?" He called, keeping his voice as soft as he could, with limited success. Gentle was still new to him.

To his surprise, a head perked up. Just a little bit, just two floppy ears twitching towards the sound of her name. Both ears were notched, and one didn't sit at the same angle as the other one.

"Hey there, Daisy." He spoke again, "You picked the best hiding spot in the house."

The only one really, one Billy himself had tried a time or two before he realized hiding only made things worse.

To his surprise her tail thumped against the ground in an aborted wag. Like she was happy to be spoke to, but so nervous at the same time. He knew that feeling all too well too.

He sat himself down on the floor since crouching was making his legs go numb, making sure he did it slowly so as not to spook Daisy.

"It looks kinda small for you though." He continued, "But I guess that's kind of nice sometimes too."

Billy loved small spaces. No one ever expected him to be able to fit into them, so no one ever looked for him there. Plus the tightness almost felt like a hug. There had been plenty of times he slipped himself into a crawl space or an overfilled closet and just let himself daydream he was somewhere else.

Daisy's tail thumped again, twice this time, and Billy found himself smiling a little.

"Well," Max said, just as quietly as Billy was, "I think we found the right fit."

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Are American Bully Pups Near Me

Are you interested in finding American Bully puppies near your location? Well, you’re in luck! We currently have a lovely selection of American Bully pups near me available for adoption in your area.

The American Bully breed is well-known for its friendly and gentle nature, making them excellent family pets. With their striking appearance, muscular build, and loyal personality, these pups make wonderful companions for both experienced dog owners and first-time pet parents.

Our American Bully puppies are raised with love and care in a nurturing environment, ensuring they receive the best possible care and socialization. They are playful, affectionate, and eager to become cherished members of your family. As responsible breeders, we prioritize the health and well-being of our pups.

All our American Bully puppies are up-to-date on vaccinations and deworming and receive regular health check-ups. We also provide essential information and guidance on how to care for your new furry friend, ensuring a smooth transition into your home.

If you’re eager to welcome an American Bully puppy into your life, don’t hesitate to contact us. We can arrange a meeting for you to meet our adorable pups and find the perfect match for your family. Please keep in mind that availability may vary, so reach out to us as soon as possible to secure your American Bully puppy. We’re excited to assist you in finding your new best friend