#tips for caring german shepherd

[carenlovepets]

10 Essential Tips for Caring for German Shepherd Newborn Puppies

Welcoming a litter of German Shepherd newborn puppies into your home can be an exciting and rewarding experience. However, caring for these tiny creatures requires special attention and dedication. In this article, we will explore the top 10 tips to help you ensure the health well-being of your German Shepherd newborn puppies. Read more...

[tregoodgermanshepherds]

German Shepherd Puppy Care Tips: Essential Advice for New Owners

Welcoming a German Shepherd puppy into your home is an exciting and rewarding experience. These loyal and intelligent dogs are known for their strong work ethic and protective nature, making them excellent companions. However, raising a German Shepherd puppy comes with its own set of challenges and responsibilities.

[thepuppost]

The Ultimate Guide to German Shepherd Dogs: From Loyal Companions to Fierce Protectors

German Shepherd dogs are a beloved breed that has captured the hearts of dog lovers worldwide. Known for their intelligence, loyalty, and versatility, these dogs make excellent companions and working dogs. Whether you’re looking for a furry friend to share your home with or a canine partner to protect and serve, the German Shepherd is a breed worth considering. In this article, we will explore…

[tame-the-lion-writes]

FLUFF TIME!! (While I’m in class don’t mind me) Reader and her boys surrounding her, everytime she heads to bed the boys follow, and when she has to get up, they whine (Soap). Why is she leaving? Isn’t it cuddle/eepy time?? Whenever she has delivery and has to receive it at the door (and has to leave in bed) they whine but follow anyways.

9/10 chance one of them tugs her clothe towards the bedroom because they are eepy and want to sleeb and that means it’s also her sleeb time.

Imagine she to take work home and is in bed typing in her laptop at 1 AM (while the sound of the keyboard is luring them to sleep, the light is a bother). One of them just pushes the laptop close and softly borks (it is past eepy time)

(I, too, am currently in class as I write this, and should probably pay more attention because we're covering Fourth Amendment rights BUT ANYWAY—also combining this with another Anon’s ask bc they were talking about their German Shepherd getting them to bed on time lol)

The boys may be strange and chaotic, but they're always hell bent on taking care of you. And that often means forcing you to take care of yourself.

Before them, you were just barely clinging to life. Now that you were out of university, there was no rigid routine to keep you in line, so you kinda just... fell apart. An inconsistent sleep schedule with 2-3 hour naps in the afternoon, only to stay up 'til 4 AM. Skipping breakfast because some days, you'd wake up at 11. And on days when you did have breakfast, it would just be a leftover slice of cake or pie, because you didn't wanna cook.

Things have gotten much better since you adopted these weird floofsters, seen as you've finally set an alarm so you can walk them in the morning, and are forced to buy groceries on a regular basis. Still, that doesn't mean there aren't tougher days when you fall back into old habits. That's when the boys come to the rescue.

Nobody eats until you eat. It's like a pact between them—even Soap refuses, and he's the most voracious eater. Price also insists that you eat properly—even when you're picky, he'll refuse to budge unless you grab some fruits and veggies from the supermarket. And Gaz straight up sneaks snacks into your cart when you're not looking, so you only notice when you're already in the check-out line, and it would be rude to go back. They also tug on your clothes or nip you to get you to bed on time.

You’re allowed no less than seven hours of sleep minimum—and bed is, at latest, midnight. Whereas the other boys are more occupied with taking care of your daytime activities, Ghost, true to his breed’s instincts, herds you at night; he’s the first to follow you out of bed if you try and sneak away, and he WILL stare creepily at you while blocking the doorway if you attempt to leave the room. The intimidation is extra effective in the dark and you see those reflective eyes peering out from the shadows. At first, you panicked and threw a blanket at him so he'd stop with his cryptid-ness. Nowadays, you throw the blanket over yourself, knowing he’s not gonna let you crawl back to your laptop.

You've tried to control his herding instincts by following tips on YouTube and Reddit, but it's like bargaining with a brick wall. Sleep—or else.

[german-shepherd-breeder]

German Shepherd Dog Breed Characteristics and Owner Care

This well-liked breed is energetic, intelligent, and athletic. German Shepherds generally make wonderful family dogs since they have a tendency to be kind, sociable, and playful, as well as being protective of their owners' loved ones and their homes, in addition to their typical tasks in the public sector. This breed requires its master to reciprocate all the love and care. Everyone who owns a German shepherd dog, as well as anyone thinking about adopting one, needs to be aware of a few suggestions that will support the companion dog's healthy and balanced lifestyle.

Breed Overview

HEIGHT: 22 to 26 inches

WEIGHT: 60 to 100 pounds

COAT: Medium-length double coat

COLOR: Most colors are acceptable, such as bicolor, black and tan, black and cream, black and red, black and silver, solid black, gray, sable. Note that blue, liver or white are unfavorable based on breed standards.

GROOMING: Easy to moderate

LIFE SPAN: 9 to 13 years

TEMPERAMENT: Protective, Intelligent, courageous, alert, bold, loyal,

HYPOALLERGENIC: No

ORIGIN: Germany

German Shepherd Care

German shepherd dogs need some attention, guidance, and care, but in return they will give you a lifetime of loyalty and love. They are suitable for all kinds of families, but it is ideal to get them as pets while they are young so they have plenty of time to be trained and become used to living with their owners.

Exercise

German Shepherds have a high level of energy, thus regular exercise is necessary. German Shepherds often require daily exercise of at least 90 minutes. This can happen throughout the day and involve a variety of high-intensity exercises like jogging, running, and playing. The exact amount depending on personal characteristics including age, personality, specificity, and bone health. Avoid over-exerting your puppy since this could cause joint and mobility problems in the future.

Grooming

All dogs, even German Shepherds, require grooming! To keep the dog's coat from matting, grooming is essential. When you groom your dog, you can look for lumps and bumps, sore patches, and parasites as well as maintain their skin's health. Make sure your dog enjoys getting groomed by rubbing and praising it frequently. The ideal age to begin pet grooming is when the animal is a puppy. Older dogs can also be trained to love grooming time, but if they are resistant, it may require some patience on your part.

Diet and Nutrition

Your dog's diet will vary depending on its size, exercise level, age, and other characteristics. German Shepherds need a minimum of 22% protein during growth phases and 18% protein for adult dogs in their diets. To meet their energy demands, puppies require 8% fat, while adults need 5% fat. Give your German Shepherd a high-quality, protein-rich diet that includes meats like beef, chicken, lamb, pork, eggs, fish, and plant-based proteins found in foods like grains, beans, and vegetables. The food should also be rich in minerals, vitamins, and fats.

German Shepherd Overview

Here’s a tabled view of the pros and cons of German Shepherds.

Pros

1. German Shepherds are intelligent ,Extremely trainable and good-looking dogs.

2. German Shepherds Can be aggressive if not properly trained.

3. German Shepherds are loyal and affectionate with family and kids.

Cons

German Shepherds Can be aggressive if not properly trained.

German Shepherds are loyal and affectionate with family and kids.

Germn Shepherds May not get along with other pets

2. German Shepherds are protective and Effective guard dog.

3. German Shepherds are Pricy Pets.

Where to Adopt or Buy a German Shepherd

You can get in touch with the reputable German Shepherd breeders listed below if you feel you'd want to adopt a dog.

Vom Chimonis Haus

Ahornblatt German Shepherds

If you decide to breed your own pet, they can point you in the right direction and advise you on the following steps in the process. A German shepherd puppy's price can vary depending on factors like sex, looks, demand, and more.

[almostempty]

Maladaptive Coping Mechanisms

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: Looking for an escape from a horrible day, you take a sexy stranger home from the bar. 

Warnings: drinking, smoking, smut, glorification of substance use as a coping mechanism, using sex to avoid processing emotions, PWP, like mostly just porn and emotions, spit, one (1) pussy slap, pussy pronouns, size kink, sort of pleasuredom!javi, AU unprotected sex has no risks bc i like it that way, piv sex, fingering, creampie,

Notes: cigarette vending machines were real, part 2 exists and if one single person asks for it i’ll post it 

please leave feedback! open to constructive criticism or delusional inspiration

Thanks: to @auteurdelabre , u know what u did 

WC: 6.7K

AO3: here

Part 2: here

Masterlist: Here

It’s not enough.

You feel the inescapable temptation racing like wildfire through your veins. Thick, hot air whips your hair into your face, and you laugh, throaty and as loud as a barking German Shepherd with saliva frothing against their teeth. The thought of jerking the wheel and rolling your car into oncoming traffic causes your fingers to twitch. The roar of the semi-truck you pass drowns out everything else, your music, the wind surging through the windows, and your violent intrusive thoughts. You decide not to opt for a head-on collision. Heading towards your side of town, you slow to a less reckless speed, immediately missing the road noise. 

The temptation still pounds in your head, unbearable. Something stronger. You need something stronger before you drive to his house and choke on the smoke while you burn it to the ground. 

But you’re free! You grin as you race directionless through the streets, the kind of grin that would unsettle a small child. The evening sun blinds you whenever you choose a street facing west, and you welcome the jarring obtrusion, the pain. But driving into the sun isn’t enough. 

You pull over at the first parking spot you can see, ripping off your seatbelt and twisting around to dig under your seat. Nails catch on the carpeting, but you only recognize some change, receipts, and a petrified french fry. The muscles in your shoulder could tear from the tendons for all you care as you contort yourself to check under the passenger seat before digging through every compartment you can fit your fingers into. 

A cigarette seems healthy in comparison to crashing your car or lighting your ex’s house on fire. You swore there was a forgotten pack of smokes under one of the seats in your car, stashed away in case of emotional emergencies months ago before you committed to quitting. Nate must have found them and tossed them. Of course, he could still keep making this day worse. Even after you’d walked out on him mid-rant about how it was somehow your fault that he’d become even more of a repulsive asshole during the months you’d spent apart. “Hope you’re happy with how you chose to use your last ‘second chance,’” you had spat at him, already halfway to the door. You imagined the look cemented on his face as you left. You hope to never imagine his face again. 

Dried tears sting the corners of your eyes. Rubbing at the raw skin burns. You stare at your red eyes in your rearview mirror, and you can see the flicker of your soul nearly snuffed out from the years of despair. Blood pounding in your ears, you roll your head on your shoulders, and popping and grinding noises in your neck add to the symphony of your pulse. Tipping back against the headrest, you refocus and take in your surroundings. A bar. A beacon in the fading golden hour as dusk overtakes her glow. 

Bars have cigarettes. A drink, or four, would help, too. You need to feel something else. Find something strong enough to break through the numbness of anger and embarrassment. Something to override your loquacious internal monologue. It’s not enough.

Your demons materialize on your shoulders, prepared to fight your morality. The neon beer signs in the window sing a siren song. Temptation wins in the first round, she’s a seductress not to be outclassed. 

The gravel crunches under your feet as you cross the parking lot, kicking up little clouds of dust in your wake. Inside, you swerve between the pool tables, crossing the dimly lit space in a beeline to the cigarette vending machine for a new pack and matches before lasering in on an empty stool at the bar. Tunnel vision. 

Cold beer soothes the burn in your throat from the tequila shot you slammed before you even settled your full weight on the barstool. The liquid waterfalls down your throat until the bottle runs dry. The surly bartender replaces it with another, and her eyes flick from yours to the empty shot glass and back. 

“I’ll just stick to beer for now,” you answer. A barely perceptible snicker yanks your attention to your right. He’s smirking to himself, trying to hide it with a swig from his bottle. Your scowl softens by a hair as you rake your eyes down his profile. Strong features, sparkling dark eyes, well-groomed, and an open collar that teases you with a glimpse of the skin of his chest. His look piques your interest. But that smug curl of his lip raises your hackles as you return to your mission: a neurochemical intervention. Maybe he knows where you could procure a lobotomy if nicotine and booze don’t help. 

You slam the second beer, signaling for another. Your head weighs heavily on your shoulders, but you can start to feel the warmth of the alcohol blooming within your chest. A welcome warmth despite the suffocatingly thick air in the bar. You feel the layer of sweat coating your torso. The skin bared on your thighs sticks to the vinyl stool, but you don’t care about being warm and sticky. Your assignment is simple. Get the liquor to your brain before you recruit Smug Mustache and Silent Barkeep to your crew. She can drive; he can be the lookout. Accomplice to arson shouldn’t be a hard sell.

You smile to yourself at the thought. 

The tiny muscles in your face start to relax, and the line between your brows softens. The racing thoughts get quieter, and you can process your environment more easily. The clack of the billiard balls on the pool table, the rock ballad barely audible over the buzz of the patrons. A variety of mostly bald or bearded men occupy different seats, and women with brassy hair and loud laughs hold all the secrets. You and the man seated next to you don’t quite fit the demographic, but nobody seems bothered. 

You slide a cigarette out of your pack, and before you tuck it between your lips, the man next to you pushes the amber-colored ashtray he’d been hoarding towards you and offers you a light. 

Leaning towards him, you’re hit with an intoxicating rush of spicy aftershave, leather, and tobacco. You seize the opportunity to take in his features head-on, inhaling deeply while he unabashedly sweeps his dark eyes over you in turn. Sinfully dark, they flick back up to yours. He drags his thumb across his bottom lip, and you’re entranced momentarily by the need to feel that plush lip between your teeth. 

Sex. 

That could work. Ease the restlessness and the deepening impulse to scream. Maybe that’s the third ingredient to your impulsive master plan. 

“Thanks,” you exhale, breaking the heady silence. The rush of nicotine entwined with alcohol begins to replace the rage in your veins. Vengeful racing thoughts are replaced with a mantra. A dull pounding in the back of your skull. More. You smile. More. More. He tracks your mouth as you press the cold glass bottle to your lips. You swallow and swallow. He raises one eyebrow, head cocked, as you drain the bottle. 

“I’d offer to buy you a drink, but I’m not sure you’d taste it at this rate,” he teases in a voice thick as molasses. 

You consider your frenzied rate of consumption. Might be time to slow down. 

“Maybe you could convince me to savor it,” you challenge. He nods and orders. He studies your lips as you take another drag from your cigarette. More. He doesn’t shy from holding your gaze. Not when you smile or when you look him up and down again. You usually aren’t so forward. The cocktail of substances and the emotional hangover from your failed reconciliation emboldens you. But, one tiny crack fractures, and for a brief moment, you’re gone. 

Your eyes lose focus. Disconnected from your body, the bar, and reality. He watches with amusement. He knows that look. He wears it often. 

Your thoughts flash and crack like a lightning storm. Nate’s face. Livid, red, and sputtering foul insults at you. Enraged that you’re drinking, smoking, and desperate to whore yourself out to the first man you see. Worse. You don’t care. Nate wasted your time and shattered your goodwill. You want to be set free. Erase him and his pathetic voice altogether. 

You take another sip and another drag, hoping one of them will detach his grubby claws from your conscience. You blink, and the horrifying hallucination is gone. 

“Drinking to forget, cariño?” the man you’d been staring past interrupts your thoughts. His tone is genuine. But why? Is that his schtick? Offering to fix broken women with a well-timed light and teasing glance?

“Something like that,” you muse, taking another drag. You hadn’t realized how close you were sat until now. It’s intimate. Smoke curls in a delicate dance between you, alluring as it winds and flares. You feel drawn to him, connected by chance. Something new to focus on. To study. He watches you with such intensity you note. Unwavering. Too sober and too shiny to be a regular old barfly. It’s not a bar full of singles. He’s out of place. Maybe he got lost along a warpath like you. Good. More.

He’s still watching. Waiting for you to elaborate? You let your knee slide forward until it’s pressing into his firm thigh. “Just trying to feel something,” you answer honestly. 

“Mm,” he takes another swig, and you watch his neck in slow motion as he swallows. 

“And you?” 

“Same goal, I guess,” he confirms. His hand drags slowly down his thigh and slides onto your knee. Your mouth parts at the contact of his palm. A new fire rips through your veins, but it’s not rage. More. 

“Would you say it’s working?” you gesture to the bottles coated in beads of condensation on the bar top. 

“No.” He stares at you openly. His carnivorous mouth splits into a grin. 

His boldness makes a giggle bubble up in your throat. You tilt your head back with a laugh. Your hair slides behind your shoulders, exposing the delicate flesh of your neck.

“No,” you repeat in agreement. You match his physicality and grasp his own thigh firmly with your hand, studying his face for any hint of a response. “It’s not enough,” you add, dragging your hand further up his leg. Slowly. 

“You’re looking for more, cariño?” he dares with cloying charm. Yes! More!

You might've rolled your eyes at the whole situation if you weren’t so many drinks in with a sinister desire for escapism. You’ve barely spoken to each other, engaged in an elite-level erotic staring competition instead. 

The best you could do was exchange names. 

“Javier Peña,” you repeated back to him. Deciding if you liked the way it sounded on your tongue. You wet your lips. 

“Just Javi is fine,” he counters while leaving enough cash on the bar to cover both your tabs with a generous tip. 

“Smooth, Just Javi,” you bait, looking at the cash and back to him. He flashes a wolfish smile back. It makes you want to fuck him right here on the bar. More, you scream at him with your eyes. 

He removes the nearly finished cigarette between your much smaller fingers, takes the last drag, and stubs it out in the ashtray. 

If you weren’t so aroused by everything about him, you’d chastise him for trying to get you out of here so quickly. But you feel it rolling off of him, too. It feels like taking a narcotic. Time is syrupy and slow. You feel your smile sticking longer than you meant, your eyes linger hotly, and you squeeze his upper arm harder than intended. It’s an addictive rush to feel your desire reciprocated. And with such urgency. You take in his height and broad frame now that you stand face to face. He stills. Observant. You don’t need any more time to decide what you want. You need to feel him and only him as soon as possible. 

“Let’s go. Now,” you order as you lead him out of the dingy establishment into the clear night. 

You expect him to cage you against the cool metal of his pickup, but he’s a suave gentleman opening the passenger door for you instead. Fine. You slide across the bench seat just as he’s turning the key in the ignition, pressing your curves into the side of his firm body. Restless and grabby, your fingers dance over him, unsure where to start when he grips your chin in his large palm and tilts your face towards his. 

Rage flashes behind your eyes at his interruption. Never far from the surface, ready to lash out.

“Be good for me, cariño,” he says sternly. 

“Oh, I’ll be so good,” you purr, dragging your hand down his chest towards the bulge in his too-tight jeans and batting your lashes before he grabs your hand. 

You huff, indignant. Rolling your eyes. 

 “I’d like to give you my full attention.”

“You can have mine.” 

“No.” 

“Who put you in charge?” you spit out with a fierceness. 

He laughs, harsh and mean. You flush with irritation, recoiling like his grip suddenly burned. What is this? You thought you were reading everything right; you’re in his truck, ready and wanting. Frustrating man. You need something to ease your anger, or you’ll spit venom. 

He leans into your ear like he has a secret despite the privacy of the cab of his truck. Dragging his voice over broken glass and gravel, he murmurs, “You want to feel something?” his hand is suddenly wedged between your legs. “You want more?” He squeezes tight, pressing his fingers against the seam of your denim shorts, and you choke back a moan. His spiced scent fills your nose. You feel his smile against your ear. Your head spins. Yes. You need it now. No games. Your nails dig marks into his wrist, pleading. 

“You get to touch, but I don’t? What is this, Javier? Afraid you won’t last?” You jeer at him. 

His hot laugh fans down your neck. Your body betrays your mind in search of friction. Shamelessly, your hips roll against his hand. 

“Such a sharp tongue,” he tuts at you, pulling back to look into your eyes, “for such a needy pussy,” he pulls his hand away. You fight to still your body and level his stare, feeling the heat of anger and lust in your face. He lists his demands. 

Be good for me. Until we get home. 

Simple. 

Then I will give you what you need. 

Bold. 

Something different washes over you, but you keep pushing at him. 

“And what do I need, Javi?” 

“Need to be stuffed full of this cock until you forget what ‘more’ means.” 

Soaked. Your traitorous pussy floods your already ruined panties. But you can’t shut yourself up. You have to push him harder. 

“Awfully confident, Javi. Hope you aren’t the type to oversell and underdeliver–” Your snide remark is cut off when he covers your hand with his and presses it into the hard bulge in his jeans. 

“Does it feel like an oversell?”

You barely hear him over the sound of your heartbeat pulsing in your ears. No, it most definitely does not feel like an oversell; you refuse to admit it out loud. He grazes the edges of his teeth down tender skin. At the slope where your neck meets your shoulder, he snaps you back into reality with a sharp bite. A small gasp escapes you that he definitely doesn’t miss. 

You catch the smirk. Cocky bastard. 

“Now,” he demands your attention, “you’ll be good for me all the way home.”

It’s definitely not a question, but he stares like he’s waiting for a response. 

You fold your hands in your lap begrudgingly and nod. But something in your chest blooms brightly. The dance for dominance does exhilarate you. He grips your upper thigh like he’s the only thing holding you to the earth. Like you might fly out the window if he lets go. Or, like you might crawl into his lap, sink down onto his cock, and cause you both to launch through the windshield when he crashes into a ditch. 

His fingers tease under the edge of your shorts, white-hot flesh against flesh. You’re wired.

You direct him to your place. It’s close, and you’ve no patience. He doesn’t argue. 

..

You lead him into your home. He doesn’t take you ferociously against the back of the door. Infuriating. You behaved all the way home. He’s a curious juxtaposition of lewd and polite. Restrained, he takes his shoes off at the door and asks for a glass of water. Like he’s your neighbor invited over for tea. But, you can feel the carnality radiating off him as he watches to see if you’ll show good manners. More.

“That’s good, cariño,” he praises, soft and raspy, taking the icy glass from your hand. “Show me your room,” he instructs. How is it your turf, but he’s still in charge? You glare at him briefly before you acquiesce and traipse down your hallway to your bedroom. 

He places the glass of water on your nightstand, still full, and turns to assess you. You furrow your brows. Was the water some kind of test? Whatever. You behaved in the car. You behaved all the way to your bedroom. You’re nearly dizzy with need. Every breath feels like a lifetime.

His golden skin glows in the lamplight. You’d describe it as angelic if he wasn’t driving you mad. Morbid desire crawls under your skin, itchy and tense. He gestures for you to sit on your bed, and you do. If he insists on leading, you’ll follow. 

You fold your hands in your lap again as if awaiting his next command. He cradles your cheek in his palm, and you look up through your lashes. You are not the saint of patience; your fingers twitch with the urge to tear his clothes into shreds. Why is he taking his time? Your mind is racing for a snarky comment when he interrupts your thoughts like he could hear them. 

His touch is so gentle. Patient. Like he’s experienced in domesticating rabid animals. 

“Shhh, I know,” his voice is earnest. Not teasing. Not mocking. 

It catches you off guard. Grounding you. Strange. 

His expression seems to slip into something unguarded as well. A moment of understanding. You see him. Something is building in the distance in your mind. Like the shore is receding before a tidal wave hits. But it’s too quiet without the waves breaking on the rocks. More.

“Make me feel something, Javier,” you reply. 

It hangs delicately in the air. You aren’t provoking or begging. It’s a genuine expression of your desire to run from your internal state.

“I intend to,” he confirms with confidence. Like that’s the permission he was waiting for, the wait is over. Your lips connect. He kisses you with a bright and burning passion. Plush lips and wet tongues slide together expertly. Sharp little nips pull whiny melodies out of you. Your hands tug and pull at his hair, shoulders, and shirt. It’s not enough to just have his mouth. 

“More,” you demand into his tongue. 

“So needy,” he condescends, and you feel your cheeks warm. 

He peels off your shirt, and his hands fly to exposed breasts.

“No bra?” he tuts as if he didn’t put that together while ogling you at the bar. You shake your head in response as he kneads at your soft skin. “Of course not.” He pinches at your nipples with precision, pleasure bridging on pain coursing through your body. You feel your chest arch towards him for relief, deep moans falling from your mouth. You want him to consume you. He looks like he might. 

..

Javi hums at the way your body responds to him. Pliant but strong. You move into his touch, seeking intensity. He increases pressure and maps out your body. 

He lets all his thoughts be filled with you. Your warm skin and soft vanilla scent are hidden until his nose trails behind your ear. You freely let all the sounds and breath spill from your mouth as he caresses you reverently. He wants to know how many sounds you can make. 

You were a delightful surprise, crashing into the bar next to him. He recognized the look in your eyes. He’s going to give you what you need. Because you want it. And because he wants to drown himself in it. He feels drawn to you somehow. 

..

Despite how good it feels to have his hands and mouth on your body, your neglected clit aches for attention. He continues on, almost obliviously, and you reach a fever pitch that splits your eyes wide open. Possessed by one word. More. 

Your fingers come to life and work rapidly, yanking at his belt and the button on his jeans before slipping a hand in to feel. You’re struck with a surge of delight as your hand skates over his hot flesh and coarse hair. A hedonic sense of imminent victory unfurls in your core. 

“No underwear?” you tut back at him. 

“Nope,” you swear he winked at you as he said it. 

He pulls you up to stand, stripping the rest of both of your clothes off quickly. You push him back a step to get a better look at his now fully naked form. 

“Shit.” “Fuck.”

You mutter over each other at the same time. Like you’ve been compelled, you reach for him, needing to immediately taste and touch him everywhere. You knew he was a gem in that dive bar, but in front of you in your bedroom, you realize: he’s fucking gorgeous. 

Of course, he won’t allow you to touch him. Nasty man with his beautiful body and devilish disposition. He scoops you up like the petulant child you are about to become and drops you onto your back in the middle of your bed with ease. You bounce against the mattress. 

He catches the sour pout on your face as he settles himself between your legs. 

“No need to think now, princesa,” he kisses just inside your left knee, “that’s my job now.” His mustache tickles the soft skin of your inner thighs, but it’s the spark in his dark eyes that makes you squirm. You groan in frustration at being deprived of the freedom to touch him once again, but you remain malleable. 

“I need you to lay back and spread these legs for me.” 

You comply. Parting your legs wider as his hands slide towards your center. Your eyes are locked on his, and his eyes are locked on your glistening folds in front of his face. 

“Fuck, cariño, yes, just like that.” 

You curse your body for needing to blink. Enraptured with the look on his face, you don’t want to see anything else. Floating and lightheaded, nobody has ever seen you like this. Seen the truth in your eyes so easily. Seen your blaring evidence of need pooling and dripping. And still looked at you the way he does. Desperate to be touched, you are grounded in the present. No other conscious thoughts. More. 

He pulls at the skin on the top of your thighs, nowhere near close enough for your liking, but fully exposing your achy clit and fluttering entrance to his eyes. You’ve needed his touch since you left the bar, or maybe since you first felt his husky voice frazzle your brain. 

He stares and stares as you watch impatiently. 

“Such a gorgeous pussy,” he says to himself before he hovers closer and blows a stream of cool air over your swollen folds. 

You could slap him for that or scream, but what comes out is a breathy “fuck,” and you clench your fists in an attempt to remain composed through this macabre sexual torture. You feel like he’s been down there for an eternity. And still, he’s given you no relief. 

You brace for another stream of air, but instead, you watch agape as a glob of spit falls in slow motion from his lips to your clit. The barely there sensation snaps something in your mind as his saliva flows downward. 

“You just gonna look, or you gonna touch any time soon?” you goad. 

Javi’s eyes shoot to yours, narrowed. You’ve interrupted a private conversation. Vague and meaningless threats start flowing from your mouth, and you shift to reach for him when an abrupt slap to your pussy jolts your nervous system. 

Before your brain and mouth can comment on his audacity, your body betrays you. You feel the patchy flush on your chest burning and the gush of lubrication in anticipation. He clocks both signs. 

“Cariño,” he coos at you darkly. “I told you,” head shaking with disappointment, “no need to think.” He looks back down, “Now look, she’s crying for me, and I haven’t even had a taste yet.” 

Your head sinks into your pillows with an exasperated sigh. How can torture feel exquisite? Wretched man. 

“No. You don’t take your eyes off me,” the edge in his tone suggests you don’t want to disobey. 

You find the strength to tilt your head back towards him. And it’s just in time to watch as he runs two fingers up and down your glossy folds. He ghosts around your clit, avoiding what you need most until he’s satisfied with his coated fingers. He plunges them both into your eagerly awaiting hole, petting at your velvety walls. An animalistic noise that must come from you fills the room in competition with the slick, wet sounds of his fingers. 

“That’s right. Keep those pretty eyes on me while I play with your pussy.” Javi looks down to watch for himself. “You look so good swallowing my fingers,” he rasps thickly. Your walls clench and constrict around his fingers as his voice carves out a home in your mind. 

Your room is cool, thanks to the hum of your window AC unit, but your body runs hot. You’ve never had a man in your bed who was this good with his words before. It forces you to stay focused. Present and aware of every sensation. Your ex was too insecure to be vocal. Other partners lacked tact or creativity. None of them ever took charge like this or took their time. You feel your chest heaving and see the wide smile break across his face. Your skin tingles as a sheen of sweat breaks out.

Javi takes his time experimenting with the ways your body responds. He speeds up and slows down, changes pressure and patterns, tapping and tracing, petting and prodding. It’s like the nine extra settings you don’t need your vibrator to have, but better. It’s not careless. You watch, like he instructed. He seems studious, observing how you respond, scanning your face and body. Microexpressions on his face calculating and plotting. 

You flex, tense, and writhe as much as you dare, trying to maintain some control over your body. Your eyebrows are pinched, and your hips are tight as you strain. 

Javier can tell. Do you not trust him? He needs you to give in to him. 

“Let me take you there, cariño,” he urges. “Can feel she wants it; just relax for me, breathe.” 

“Fuck,” you confirm with a whisper and do your best to let go of some of the rigid tension. He maintains a steady rhythm for you to focus on. He slowly builds in intensity, and he continues to murmur encouragement to you. Breathe. There you go. Easy. 

You slowly melt into it and let him puppet your mind and body. Building and building. Breathing and breathing. Allowed to be out of control. That does it. Your climax crashes violently against your loose frame. Yes, cariño, just like that, fuck. Contracting muscles in your core pull your chest forward. Jerking and spasming, you raise with stuttering gasps. You aren’t sure if you should laugh or be embarrassed as you pant, feeling like he just performed an exorcism on you. His expression settles you. Pleased with an edge of ravenous. 

He slides his fingers from you and sits up, looming tall and strong on his knees over your damp, limp body. Your eyes are glued to his weeping cock, softly bobbing at your eye level. Saliva pools in your mouth, craving the weight of it sliding over your tongue. You swallow and blink. Recalibrating your senses and figuring out what he just said to you. 

He runs his fingers back through your overly sensitive folds to get your attention. Your entire body twitches, wrenching your attention to his face. He already has you at his mercy. 

“Close your mouth, baby,” he commands. You weren’t aware it had been hanging open and snap it shut. He laughs gently at your stupor. Enamored. Then he’s running his slick coated fingers over your lips like a debauched lipgloss. Your mouth parts to question him, and he slides them onto your tongue before a word gets out. 

“Good,” he praises, “suck.” You do. And as he drags his fingers out he replaces them with his tongue. He sucks and nips at your lips, tasting everything. The bright flavor of your arousal, the lingering beer from the bar, the smoky tobacco, and the gum you tried to sneak on your way out of the bar. It’s a potent concoction, and it fuels his thirst. You run your tongue along his neck and commit the flavor of his sweat-salted skin to memory. 

You can feel the rumbly groans filling his chest, and you’re back to needing more. Clawing at his skin and tugging at his hair. One of your soft hands finds his throbbing cock, and wrapping your fingers around it causes you to exchange throaty moans. You slip your thumb around the head, coating it in precome and using it to glide your full fist down his shaft. It’s stupid how big his cock is, and part of you is loathe to admit it. You just know he’s already aware, but a mindless so big slips out of your mouth anyway. You feel him smile against you. 

“Y’think so?” he breathes against your neck. 

You roll your eyes at him and tease, “Don’t be trite, Javi.” You tug firmly at his length. “I’m sure all the ladies you pick up in shitty dive bars fawn over your pretty cock.” 

A distant look flickers across his face before he flashes a sly grin at you. 

“Y’think it’s pretty?” Is that all he heard? 

“Oh my god,” you groan in feigned annoyance at him. 

He looks down to watch your hand stroke him and decides that is a pretty sight. 

You hope he was right in the cab of his truck. That when he fills you up, you’ll forget how to think. He pulls back from your greedy little grasp. I know, I know. He says with the marks he leaves along your skin. 

“You think she’s ready for me?” he asks as he adjusts to line up with you. You’re too entranced to respond. He slides himself through your folds, and you whimper at the pressure. He’s still waiting for an answer. He pauses and stares at your face. He gives your clit a playful swat with the weight of his cock. 

You blink back up to him, “huh?” 

“You think she’s ready to take me?” he repeats. 

“Yes, Javi, m’ready.” 

He gives you a disapproving look, for god knows why. And shifts further away from you. You feel your face shift into a pout. 

”I think she can give me a couple more first.” 

Something in you loosens, and you realize you’re defenseless. Willing.

This time, he doesn’t toy with you. He strikes swiftly. Overwhelming your senses when his fingers slide back inside of you and the hot furnace of his mouth envelopes your no longer neglected clit. He brings you over the edge rapidly with the combination of his curling fingers and the firm pressure of the flat of his tongue. 

He praises you adoringly, but he doesn’t let up. That’s it. Dámelo. Breathe. You can take it. Another. Know she wants it. Like that. Taking you further than you thought you could go. Again and again. You’re blind and boneless, a sticky mess. He could watch you like this for hours. Writhing against his fingers as his other arm wraps over your belly, holding you in place. 

“What’d you say?” he asks as you come down from another flood of endorphins. You weren’t aware you could form words. You blink dazedly before you can figure it out. 

“Please, Javi, please,” you repeat. You don’t know what you’re begging for anymore. 

His lips are pressed to your sweaty forehead. When he pulls back, a mischievous grin spreads across his face. You’re trying to think of what you were trying to communicate, but it’s hazy. 

“Doing so good for me, cariño, you deserve it now.” 

You can only nod and whisper another “please.” He slides the head of his cock through your dripping, sensitive folds. That’s what you wanted. More.

“Yes,” you chant, “please, oh god, yes, Javi, please, fuck.” You exercise the full extent of your current vocabulary in quick succession. 

“Beautiful, cariño,” his words drip over you like honey. 

“Yes, Javi, please,” you continue your chant. 

Slowly. Painfully slowly, he begins to feed his cock into you, eyes rapidly flipping between studying the expressions crossing your face and the view of your pussy stretching around him. 

“Oh god, oh,” you repeat mindlessly as he works his way inside of you. 

“Fuck” he exhales and locks his eyes on your face before pushing the rest of the way in. When your eyes widen, and your jaw falls slack, he knows the image will be seared into his memory. 

“Yes, Javi, fuck–” your mantra is cut off with a deep moan as he grinds his hips into yours. You're so full. You run your hands down his back, trying to force him closer. Trying to merge solid bodies into liquid pleasure. Transform physical vessels into the intangible. More.

He begins to slide in and out, never leaving the clutch of your warm walls all the way. His pace steadily increases, along with the intensity of the snap of his hips once he’s as deep as possible inside of you. He folds your knees towards your chest and thrusts with fervor, captivated by the way your tits bounce. 

A cacophony of lewd noises bounces off the walls in your room. Your shared panting, the rocking bedframe, the wet slip of his cock sawing into you, the skin-to-skin slap of his heavy balls bouncing against your ass, it’s all a debased symphony together. 

A delirious giggle pours from you as the realization strikes. He was right, no need to think; all you need is to feel how perfectly he fills you up. He’s not thrown by your fit of laughter. You think he knows. His mouth is moving, though. He’s speaking to you. You focus with all the effort you can muster. 

“Again, cariño. You’re going to come on my cock for me,” he breathes like he’s the one ready to beg. You obey. It takes the slightest touch, swirling your fingers around your sensitive nerves. Watching the tense expression on his face. The weight of his body fucking you into your mattress. You’re clenching around him like you could pull him any deeper.

“Fuck, that’s right,” he drops his mouth to your salty neck, “so well-behaved for me.” 

You preen at that. Breathing each other's air. 

“These legs still work?” he asks, swatting at your thighs. 

“A little,” you shrug. 

“Good.” He sits up, pulling your chest into his, breathing with you for a minute as you wrap your legs around him and settle on his lap. “Not done with you yet,” he growls into your hair. You think about the moment at the bar earlier, when he lit your cigarette for you. You hoped he’d be good. You didn’t think he’d be this good. 

“Yes, Javi,” you agree as if you know what’s next. He shifts, and you let him arrange your body as he pleases. It’s blissful. Not having to think. He maneuvers you like a doll, but you know you aren’t an object to him. Not with the way he gently rolls you onto your belly, arranging a pillow under your head. You rest your cheek against it and peer dreamily at him. He lifts your hips, propping you up on your knees, and pauses for a second to admire the way your pussy glistens readily for him. The way your smooth back arches in presentation just for him. But it’s the expression on your face, the insatiable more in your eyes, that gives him purpose. 

He kneels behind you and sinks in easily, a groan ripping through his throat as you push your hips back into him with more energy than he expected. You moan loudly in response, attempting to muffle it into the pillow. 

“Oh my god, Javi,” you rasp at him. “How can you possibly get any deeper?” you ask incredulously. 

“How are you still talking, cariño?” he taunts, picking up an unyielding and brutal pace. 

“M’not” you decide, “no thoughts.” 

“Fuck” you both echo as he hits a new angle. 

“Please, don’t stop,” you beg openly, “just like that, Javi, holy shit.” He slips one hand underneath you to play with your swollen clit. 

“Yes,” you begin chanting again. But you want him to come. You need it. You slide your own hand under his to replace it. Reaching further to feel the way you’re stretched around him. You wish you could see it. The feeling alone turns your brain to mush. 

“Javi?” you plead for his attention. You could sob with the intensity building in your core. 

“Yes?” he asks without slowing down. 

“Need you to come,” you whine into the pillow your face rocks into. 

“Yes, cariño,” he consents. 

“No, now. I need you to fill me up, please; I need to feel it,” you beg like you were invented for him in a dream. So perfect. 

“I know,” he asserts, “gonna stuff you full,” and that sends you. 

“Fuck, Javi, yes, I need it,” you sob out as your muscles flex and contract around him once more. 

He grips your spineless frame and tugs your back into his chest. You might be drooling as your head rolls into his shoulder. You register a hand squeezing at your tits as he gives you what you want. A few more harsh thrusts and he’s filling you up. You can feel his cock flexing and straining to give you everything he’s got. Javier’s rough breaths reverberate through your blissfully quiet mind. It’s enough. 

He lowers you back to your pillow, still on your knees, and he slides out of you with a soft groan. You echo it, feeling immediately emptier without him.

You stretch across the bed to fish for your cigarettes in your pile of discarded belongings from earlier or maybe a lifetime ago. 

He accepts one when you offer and, in turn, offers you the water he asked for earlier. You gratefully accept. You ask if the water trick works on all the women he picks up in dive bars. He argues that it’s not really a trick if the sex happens before you drink it, and you share a real belly laugh at that, realizing he’s right. You finish your cigarettes in a calm silence next to each other. Your mind is quiet. You let out a satisfied little sigh. 

He gets up and starts pulling on his jeans. Reality hits you like a brick smashing into your skull. Leaving blood and bone fragments across your pillow. Substances and sex are temporary. Distractions, not solutions. A fleeting release to quell your demons. The ones that reappear back on your shoulders, cackling with glee over the chaos. Your mind is back in action racing. You drag your hands down your face. Holding your eyes shut tightly. You wait, holding your breath. Listening for the sound of your front door opening and closing any second. 

[kitthefoxkin]

KINTYPE LIST!

over the past year, ive experimented with multiple labels and identities. this is to update yall on the creatures i feel connected to and identify as/with!

1. Red Fox

this is my strongest type, and is my main hearttype. i experience phantom limbs, specifically a tail, ears, fangs, muzzle, and being the size of a fox. i also experience the most species dysphoria in regards to my red fox kintype. this has been my longest-lasting identity as well! i own quite a bit of gear for this type, including a tail and multiple self-made masks. for me, red foxes teeter on the line between identifying *with* and identifying *as* one. so far, though, i do consider myself foxhearted! i experience longing for forests and fields, and a burrowed den. i also enjoy collecting and hoarding small items and food, similar to a fox. i specifically know that i have red fur, black paws and ear tips, and a white tail tip with green eyes.

2. Grey Fox

this is much more recent! a few days ago, i did a moodboard for someone regarding a grey fox, and i felt an instant connection. this is definitely a hearttype for me. something about looking at images of these critters makes me feel like im looking at family. grey foxes are most active at dusk and dawn, which i identify with strongly. grey foxes are unique in their ability for climbing trees, which i identify so strongly with! i love climbing up and just perching in a tree, watching people below me. it makes me feel safe and at-home. looking at this image feels like looking in a mirror, honestly. i believe that grey foxes are a strong hearttype for me, and may also dip into kintype territory!

3. Ocelot

again, this is very recent. i made a moodboard i believe just yesterday with these critters and something just clicked. i have experienced multiple feline shifts/behaviors, but i thought they were just cameo shifts. now i know that this is me!! ocelots are nocturnal, extremely territorial, and spend time in dense brush or trees-- all things that i identify with. ocelots mainly live in coastal marshes, mangrove forests, and tropical forests. i feel SO connected to this critter, it's absurd. this is definitely a kintype for me.

4. North American River Otter

our first linktype! i identify voluntarily as a river otter. ive always thought they were really cool and i feel a strong connection to creeks and rivers. i also exhibit multiple otter behaviors, some intentionally and some unintentionally. swimming is also quite euphoric for me! i don't feel entirely aquatic though, and i know i have paws and fur while in the water. this was my first linktype i chose! to me, this is a funlink.

5. Wild Rabbit

this is mostly behavior-based. i experience intense prey instincts, remain alert when outdoors, feel the need to burrow and make a safe place for myself, prefer to be solitary, make nests, and dig! i have quite a few rabbits in my neighborhood, and i feel a strong relation to them. im not quite sure what label fits my experience-- it's not intentional, but doesn't feel involuntary either. more like learned behaviors. i don't feel that i am a rabbit, but i am very much so like a rabbit. i dont identify with rabbits, but i do act and feel like one. it's strange! but burrowing and nesting makes me feel so euphoric :33 i believe this may be a form of copinglink, alongside a deeper involuntary identity.

6. Wolf

this is a copinglink/involuntary identity. again, it's behavior-based. this type feels the strongest whenever i am alone or with another person i care about, especially when in dangerous situations or areas. this is a very general wolf/canine type, as it's not specific to one kind or breed of canine. grey wolf seems to be the strongest, but i also feel shifts and identify as/with black wolves, coastal wolves, dobermans, german shepherds, and other canines! i believe this does partially stem from trauma, as i feel like a feral dog let free from confinement. however, i still identify on some integral level as a wolf, or as someone who was raised by/should have been one.

thats all for now! ill come back and edit this post whenever i see fit to add/remove information and kintypes ^^

[silhouette-system]

Hello and Welcome to our system, the Silhouettes from the TV! We’re a low alter system, though we do believe there are more fragments in the back lol

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My name is Ayrton, and I’m the host of the system! I use he/him/himself, it/its/itself, spir/spiri/spiriself, and ana/logue/analogueself pronouns. I’m asexual and panromantic. I’m a non religious angelkin, and I’m looking for a deitykin, angelkin, or godkin of some type to worship. I’m also a liminalkin; Liminal Angel of Forgotten Whispers is my ‘oFfIcIaL’ title. Emoji: 🏎️ or 🪽 My picrews below:

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My name is Wanderer and I’m the co-host (?) of the system. My pronouns are he/they/it/retro and my gender is no. I’m aroace, sex repulsed. I’m a German Shepherd kin, specifically a military K-9 dog. I like the Arctic Monkeys, the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Radiohead, and other bands like that. Please do not speak to me about any type of sexual content or NSFW. This is my sign off emoji: 🖤

~~~~~~~ Hi!! My name is Sasha, and I’m really happy to meet y(‘all)ou! I use she/her pronouns, and I’m transfem! I’m bisexual :) I’m a faerie (NOT a fairy), and I love magic and flowers and the forest! I’ll use this emoji to sign off: 🦌! Ayrton made me some picrews, which I’ll put right down there! 👇

~~~~~~~ Do I have to do this…? Yes. Now do it. Fine.

*sigh* Hey, mate. My name is Ghost, I’m a fictive from CoD. Believe me, none of us are happy about it either. He/him, cis, gay. I’m basically here to make sure Ayrton takes care of the body. Do not talk to me about my canon past and/or current events. I do relate to my source. I don’t want to talk to Ghost fictives, but I’m fine with any other CoD fictives. Sign off will be 🌑. Here are the Picrews Ayrton and Wanderer made me do:

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other alters: K, she/he/they. Aroace. Bird therian Sign off: 🖋️.

Ari, she/he, unlabelled. ADHD holder, probably a little. Sign off: ✨

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Other info:

We’re learning German, and would love some tips!

Collectively likes the Lumineers!

we play saxophone!! 🎷🎷🎷

dni: anti-endos, radqueers, TERFs, p3dos, zoos (zo0philia, not zooanthropes. On that note, lycanthropes and therians/otherkins whose identity is from their delusions are welcome as well!) those interested in arguing, anti-furries/therians, etc. We retain the right to block as needed!

random user boxes!

friends!!!! @bored-dromaeosaur @tameable50 @maryland-officially @furbyobsessedpup

[galaxyedging]

Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings. Angst. I don't want to give too much away, TLOU type stuff.

You and Joel spend a quiet moment together on patrol

Regret

This was not how you were expecting this day to turn out. Joel frozen as you leaned in to kiss him.

It had taken over a year to get to this point. Everyone at Jackson had been welcoming, cautious but welcoming. The circumstances of your arrival in Jackson won you a lot of good will. It was Tommy who found you while out searching for one of the horses. The poor thing had gotten spooked, throwing one on the newer kids on patrol before bolting. Hearing it's frightened whinnying just off the trail, he pushed through the trees to find you desperately trying to free the frightened mare from some barbed wire. He entered the small clearing with his gun raised. Instinct raised your with one hand as the other stayed on the horse, trying to keep it calm. There was a brief silent exchange before Tommy lowered his weapon. Mirroring his action, you worked together to save the horse. Tommy and the rest of the town were grateful. For you saving the horse and for agreeing to use your skills as a veterinarian to help them in exchange for a safe place for you and your dog to live.

Said dog was a major part in breaking the ice with Jackson more reserved resident, Joel Miller. Joel was relatively new to Jackson too so your houses were practically next to each other. Close enough for Hund to wander over there when he smelled bacon cooking one day. When you caught up to him he was already licking a plate clean. Sat at the foot of the man that you had slowly been developing an increasing interest in. Joel was handsome, he cared for the young girl who lived with him, he often play guitar on his porch. A few passing conversations had given you a glimpse into his intellect and his humour. There was a lot to pique your interest.

"I hope you don't mind. He seemed hungry." There was that voice too. Deep and somehow reassuring. "There's some left if you'd like some?"

That was the first meal Joel had cooked you. They soon became a regular thing. Meals with Joel, with Joel and Ellie, with Joel, Tommy and Maria. Joel became an steady presence in your life. Helping around your house, giving you a hand with the jobs that needed two people. Sometimes while completing those tricker jobs, he'd have to stand close, really close. Like when you both worked together to install a new light in your pantry. The room was tiny anyway. The shelves either side gave only a narrow space to stand. On top of that you had to stand on your tip toes to hold the fixture in place, you could feel the heat radiating from his body. For a while his chest pressed against yours as he set the fixture firmly in place. That was the final straw for you.

For months you had resisted the temptation to let your thoughts wander to Joel as you sort relief with your hand between your legs. This time you let yourself think of his broad chest pressed to yours as he was buried inside you. His breath that you had felt on your neck earlier coming out in harsh pants as he rocked into you. Once you came, louder than you would usually allow yourself, you buried your head under your covers in shame. It was wrong to think of Joel like that. A harmless one sided crush, a little bright distraction in your day was fine but this was crossing a line.

As if he could feel the shame rolling off you Joel didn't push when you gave him a wide birth for the next couple of weeks. It came as a surprise to you when he changed his patrol duty so he could go out with you.

Joel watched as the German shepherd climbed the steps of his porch. Joel quietly hoped his owner would follow. He struggled with the idea of entertaining his rapidly building crush on her. Opening his heart was not a good idea. Ellie has prised her way in and that had lead to death and lies. He struggled with that every day while he tried to build a relationship with her. Joel wasn't even sure if he had the strength in his broken heart to carry this new paternal love as well a romantic one. His internal debated ended when the dog's owner appeared.

"I hope you don't mind. He seemed hungry." He tried to keep the hopeful tone from his voice. "There's some left if you'd like some?"

From then on he let himself indulge in her company. Ellie, Tommy and Maria, all subtlety pushed for it. Sometimes they weren't all that subtle so he began to help around her house when they other were busy. He savoured their alone time. The only time he began to regret it was when her body had pressed up against his. That night he'd laid awake. His cock, hard and heavy between his legs. He was not going to touch himself at the memory of her warmth, of the fullness of her breasts. He took himself for a walk instead. Unfortunately, his route passed under her open window. Where he heard her moans of his name, followed by a scream of pure ecstasy. Shame filled him once he came in the privacy of his bedroom, the sound of her voice in his head. Luckily, for the next couple of weeks she was constantly busy and didn't notice him avoiding her. He succeeded in avoiding her until Maria changed his patrol duty. Now he was going on an extra long patrol route with her.

"So why did Maria want us to come out this way?" You asked after the first hour of riding. When the silence started to get too much.

"The snow thawed further out. It's more likely that we'll get some visitors heading this way." His answer made you feel better. From a few passing comments from Tommy, you were had a suspicion that Maria had sent you two together to force you to work out whatever was going on with you. Maria ran a whole town, she didn't do it without knowing a thing or two about human behaviour.

The first leg of of the trip went smoothly. Everything was quiet, even your mind. Joel's company was soothing once again, having pushed your shame and your crush to the back of your mind. Joel was a friend, a good one. An even better one to have at the end of the world. He was strong, competent and loyal. All the things that attracted you to him made him a perfect ally. That's all he should be to you. Gambling for anything more ran the risk of losing him.

The midpoint of the patrol route was a barely-there town. A handful of houses, most of which were dilapidated. A gas station that was a lot sturdier than the surrounding buildings. With one long road down the middle. The gas station seemed the best place to stop and eat. The horse were tied up in the auto repair shop next door, relatively safe from the elements, while you and Joel ate.

Swallowing the last of your sandwich, leaving your stomach full. Listening to the birds in the trees, with the early spring sun on your face. Feeling Joel at your side, you got lost in your own thoughts until they tumbled out of your mouth. "This is nice."

"The food?" Joel asked around the last mouthful of his own sandwich.

"No." You laughed. "Well, not just the food. The day. This moment. The company."

Fearing you had said too much you looked at Joel, who's eyes were already on your face.

The two of you looked at each other. Really looked at each other, for the first time in a couple of weeks. It was as if both of your emotions finally came to the surface. They overflowed until you were neck deep in them. For the first time you saw how Joel felt his eyes awash with affection for you. Both of you sat in them for a moment. Wading through the outpour made your movements slow. Joel shifted slightly closer to you, building on his momentum you leaned into him. The panic whines of your horse drained everything from the moment.

The two of your were on your feet in seconds. Still, you weren't quick enough. Three infected barged in through the back door, one instantly on each of you. The third fell over itself trying to get to you. Joel managed to bludgeon the one trying to rip him to pieces. As you blew the head off your attacker, Joel stomped on the skull of the one on the floor. His boot came back out with a sickness squelch.

The sound of your shotgun drew the attention of more infected. The bone chilling sound of Clickers carried on the air. The horses pulled themselves loose and bolted in their panicked state. They ran passed the windows, down main street. Joel quickly weighed up his options. "Come on." He pulled you along.

The two of you made it three houses along, the sound of Clickers still echoing behind you before Joel realised he was still pulling you.

"What are you…? We need to go." He huffed dragging you through the front door of an old family home.

"You need to go Joel." You told him calmly. The fidgeting of your hands didn't match your tone.

His beautiful features contorted in confusion. "What…?"

"You need to go Joel. I'm sorry." Lifting your jeans you showed him the deep bite on your ankle.

"No." It was an order. To the virus creeping through your body. No. Not her.

"Take my rifle, leave me my pistol. They'll come at me when I…use it. You can get away. Back to Ellie. Please."

"Ellie. She is immune. It's real. Maybe you are…"

"No, Joel. We can't waste time." The Clickers were nearer now. God knows how many other infected could be with them.

"I can feel it." Your arms twitched as if the two of you, you and the virus were wrestling for control. Each pulling a different way.

Until you weren't. Until you were both moving in a unified direction. Until you were both moving towards Joel.

Your lips parted as you leaned into Joel. Your yearning for a first kiss, matching the viruses yearning to spread far and wide. Joel's hand came up to stop you. He wrapped it around your throat to keep you at arms length. Against every ounce of common sense, just as the virus took you, as your consciousness slipped away but before it could take a good hold on you, he pulled you close. He pressed a single kiss to the side of your head only to press the barrel of his gun to the same spot. Even though the extra seconds could have cost him his life he carefully lay your body down. He made sure your eyes were closed, your hair was off your face, he lay you so he couldn't see the hole in your skull or your blood matted hair. He took one last look before he did as you'd told him. He went back to Ellie.

Years later, your death haunting him like so many others, he awoke in a cold sweat from a nightmare. He'd locked your death away in his mind. He hadn't dared open it, but in the quiet of the night, his brain couldn't resist cracking it open. Death had become part of his life. There were always those what ifs and regrets. What if he hadn't been so distracted by the realisation that his feelings weren't one sided, would he have saved you? The regret that stung the most was that he had kept you at arms length. All those times enjoying your company, stealing lingering glances when you weren't looking. He could have been holding you, kissing you. You could have been his girl. He could have let you into his heart. Into his bed. You were already in his mind. Yet he kept you out for fear of being hurt. Joel Miller was a man full of regret, but by far the biggest was when he tried to protect himself from a loss that happened anyway.

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Chapter 2: Who Broke It?

Hunting Dogs & Cat Adventures

Silence.

While it may be reassuring to some, in this household it merely served as a countdown for when chaos would inevitably break loose. Silence could not be achieved for long, not unless they were all asleep.

Silence was a warning.

CRASH–!

"Jouno!" A deep bark sounded from the living room.

"It wasn’t me!" Hissed Jouno in reply, walking out of the kitchen to confront the German Shepherd that had accused him, sitting in the doorframe with a look of contempt, tail laid elegantly atop his front paws.

"Then who was it?" Tecchou asked, confusion evident despite lack of expression or intonation.

"I don’t know, Teruko?"

"Don’t you peasants look at me! I was getting my beauty sleep." A few yips from the lounge denied that accusation.

"Well, it cannot be Tachihara either, since he’s with me, asleep." Tecchou’s tail flicked in the direction of the Beagle that leaned on him, somehow not stirred awake by the sudden sound.

"Well it wasn’t me, I was on top of the fridge, that’s not even close to whatever fell." The cat provided an alibi for what would soon turn into an investigation.

"I think it was a potted plant– also didn’t Fukuchi tell you to stop climbing the fridge, Jouno?"

"I’ll listen to that human when mutts learn to fly. it’s comfortable up there, and pleasantly warm."

"...aren’t fridges cold?"

"The machinery runs hot, you brainless furball."

"Right. So then who did knock it over?" Tecchou changed the subject, not finding it necessary to argue while there were more important matters at hand. Disagreeing with Jouno would only guarantee a lengthy argument.

"I still think it’s Teruko" Jouno extended and retracted his claws, scratching the surface of the tile floor, but not doing damage.

“Pointing paws just makes you more suspicious, eyeless! When I tell you I was asleep, I mean it! Now my beautiful fur is all dirty…” Teruko whined, finally entering the room… covered head to toe in soil.

“See? Clearly, she’s the culprit!” The cat bit, huffing in indignation.

“But she said she didn’t do it–”

“She’s a bold-faced liar, then! How else would she have gotten dirty if not for the brutal murder of the houseplant?”

“Because the thing fell right on top of me as I was sleeping on the sofa!” Teruko barked, shaking off some dirt from her fur.

“...the sofa got dirty?” Tecchou perked up.

“...the old man won’t like that…” Jouno added.

A collective shudder ran through all the animals, causing Tachihara to get stirred awake as he leaned against Tecchou. Blinking his sleepy eyes, it does not take him long to notice the gathering.

“What’s going on?”

“We’re saying our prayers.” Teruko said, at the same time Tecchou explained “A plant fell into the sofa.”

Another shudder ran through them, this time with Tachihara included. That sofa was off limits, and they all knew it– and now it was befouled by one of them… and none of them wanted to admit to it.

“...am I going to be put back on the street?” Tachihara was the first to speak up, a fearful whine audible in his voice as his tail hung low.

“...I’ll be damned if I get put back in that godawful shelter, I’m too cute for that. Teruko, just admit you did it! We all know it–” Jouno hissed to the pomeranian to his left.

“I did no such thing, fleabag! I am telling you it fell on me!”

“No one is being sent away over this. Clearly, he cares for us.” Tecchou interjects, raising to his feet, his height meaning he towered above all of them. “At worst, we’ll be stuck with dry food for a couple weeks and get locked in a room when he’s away.”

Several seconds, no one spoke, and simple silence fell.

“...you know what, on second thought, the shelter wasn’t all bad.” Jouno spoke flatly, getting up to walk away.

“You’re going to just flee like that?!” Indignant yipping from Teruko, followed by a growl. “You coward!”

“Actually, I was going to flee like this . Goodbye, and the best of luck with your odds of survival.”

𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

From the tips of his paws upward, Jouno’s silhouette grew blurry, and before you could blink twice, there was no longer a white cat among the group, instead all that was there was the faint afterglow of something vaguely cat-shaped.

“Take me with you!” Tachihara whined, to no avail. His pleas did not get heard, or at least not acknowledged.

“Traitor! Don’t side with the feline bastard! He is no longer one of us–”

“He’ll be back.” Tecchou said, not quite following the universal panic that had broken out among the pets.

“I’ll make him into a fur coat when he does! Creating this mess, covering me in dirt and trying to make me take the fall for it! I’ll turn him into a kitten and–”

“We have no proof to suggest that he’s the culprit.”

“He’s a cat , Tecchou! When plants get knocked over, those are the first you should question! Only the guilty flee like cowards, and he is nowhere to be found.”

“Actually… I don’t think it was him, either…” Tachihara spoke up from behind Tecchou’s front paw, shielded almost completely from view before ducking so his face was no longer stuffed into the fur of the German Shepherd’s chest. “He quite liked the plant that got destroyed… he mentioned to me a couple times how it smells nice, I think it was his favourite. If he wanted to knock a plant–”

What he was going to say would remain forever unknown, as rummaging could be heard behind the door, the clicking sound of key knocking together and a lock being turned.

“Rats– he’s back! Every dog for themselves!” Teruko exclaimed, before running off as fast as her tiny legs could carry her forward, diving under the couch, though her red-ish tail still stuck from beneath it, clearly giving her position away. Tachihara simply found a spot between Tecchou’s front legs and Tecchou… Tecchou just sat there and waited, as he did not do anything wrong and thus saw no reason to flee. Even if he had been the culprit, he’d still take accountability.

“I’m home!” A loud voice called out, sound bouncing off the walls, effectively announcing the presence for anyone that had somehow missed the loud creaking of the front door. Each step was a heavy thud as Fukuchi stepped into the living room. “Hello Tecchou.” Petting his head, Fukuchi bent his knees to speak to him. “Where’s the others, huh, buddy?” A chuckle that indicated that Tachihara had been spotted but intentionally ignored was what betrayed the rather shallow act.

“And Teruko, little lass, did something get stuck under the couch while I was away?” With one hand, the couch got lifted up, tilting it onto its back legs. There lay Teruko, a discarded tennis ball not too far from her as she gave her most innocent face. “Was it so dirty under the couch? Sorry girl, I gotta learn how to clean better.” Laughter again, thankfully no suspicion was voiced. “Now where’s Jouno? Is he on top of the fridge again?”

The pets exchanged a nervous look that Fukuchi could not intercept, as he didn’t speak their language. None of them knew where Jouno was, and that might become a problem really soon.

“Hm, no, not up there. Well, he’ll find his way back, wherever he is.” Two fingers twirled at the moustache, showing indifference at Jouno’s whereabouts.

A collective sigh of relief came from both Tachihara and Teruko, as Tecchou still sat completely still and aloof. However, that relief would be short-lived, as Fukuchi next went to the lounge.

“Oh, we are so dead–” Tachihara trembled, all 3 of the animals following all the way to the doorframe to observe the reaction to the mess. 

And there it lay, right on the floor, a shattered blue terracotta pot with soil everywhere, making a pattern on the floor and smudges on the sofa. It did not look pretty. Above it, an open window with the wind only spreading that dirt further into the corners of the room, as if to add insult to injury.

Fukuchi did not speak for a bit after he took in the sight, before he shrugged and closed the window, locking it.

“That’s what I get for not shutting windows properly when it storms, I suppose. Message received. What a mess…” A disgruntled grumble could be heard, yet that annoyance was not directed at any of the dogs present or cats absent.

“The wind knocked it over? How lame.” Spoke a voice from behind them, and Tachihara nearly jumped out of his fur. There sat Jouno, his approach completely unnoticed by all three dogs despite the bell that hung from his neck.

“You, feline traitor, have some nerve showing your face here!” Teruko immediately shot into the offensive, but Tecchou put a stop to her certain assault by picking her up by the neck fur. “HEY! UNHAND ME! I am no pup anymore! How dare you, you heathen?!” Legs dangling in the air, trying to make contact with anything yet not colliding with anything but void, he simply let her rage as Jouno sat there calmly.

“Oh, Jouno, there you are! I knew you couldn’t be far, but the open window had me guessing, you sneaky cat.” Fukuchi kneeled before him to pat him, and that hand met Jouno as he held the most unimpressed expression on his facial features.

“If I wanted to flee, a closed window wouldn’t stop me, old man.” He sneered, but all Fukuchi heard was a half-annoyed meow, and so the man laughed.

“Right, never been affectionate. Well then, if you’re all here, time for dinner.”

Dinner! As if a magic word, all 4 pets showed sudden interest, to varying degrees. Teruko went limp in Tecchou’s hold, who gently lowered her back to the floor, and so the group followed right behind their human toward the kitchen.

Four plates were served, and only the content sound of eating animals were audible, the shattered pot already forgotten and discarded in a bin.

Silence filled the house once more.

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Puppies World 3D Review

Disclaimer: I have not 100% Nintendogs, have not played the newer Nintendogs+Cats editions, and rarely if ever used the commands feature in my Nintendogs game, so if some of my comparisons seem off that is probably why.

So, since the 3DS EShop was closing, I decided to get a couple of games that happened to grab my attention, and one I was curious about was Puppies World 3D. I had been playing a bit of Nintendogs recently and wanted to see how it would compare. That is what lead me to make this review. So, let's get into it :-)

The models for the puppies are exceptionally cute, and I actually find them cuter than the Nintendogs models. I am particularly fond of the German Shepherd model, so I chose that as my first dog and named him Beanie.

It was an interesting choice to have the in-game days progress at a faster rate than real life days. It tripped me up at first, having been used to the Nintendogs real-world tied system of time, but was quickly adjusted once I realised what was happening. However, the inclusion of a time system in the game becomes rather redundant when all in-game actions can be taken as many times as the user likes. The fact that there are no time limits is very appreciated, even if it is confusing. It is also nice to have the dog notify you when it needs care with the icon.

The animated pixel art featured for the icons and dog tricks are also very cute, and I admire them a lot, especially considering simpler icons could have done the job just fine if the developers had so chosen.

The fact that tricks are learned through a drag-n-drop minigame is an unexpected concept, but an appreciated one all the same. The mic-input tricks of Nintendogs may have been more immersive, but the minigame approach in Puppies World 3D is much less frustrating (and embarrassing) than yelling commands at your console. Although this does get quite tedious after a while, since the game wants you to complete this minigame maybe around ten times for each of the eight tricks.

The game introduces some photo modes, including the ability to take photos of and place stickers on the photos of your dogs, as well as a AR mode, that lets you take a photo of your room and then play with your dog there (albeit only letting you play with discs and tennis balls). There is also supposedly an AR-Card mode, which I assume would function like the AR cards that came bundled with the 3DS, but since I don't have access to the card I can't actually say. Actually pretty ingenious in my opinion, though it is disappointing that they seem to have only done the bare minimum with the concept.

However, these are where the positives end. Unfortunately, the gameplay falls flat compared to that of nintendogs.

The disc throwing physics are not as dynamic of fun to use, and can feel sluggish and weighed down, even on more powerful throws (the same goes for the tennis balls, which throw like they have weights inside), not to mention the difficulty that the puppies have actually catching the disc. You could be spending tens of minutes throwing the disc for your dog before it even catches it a single time, and when it finally does, you will be disappointed by the total lack of animation or character when it does so. It is more than just challenging - it is nothing but frustration. If there is a trick to making this minigame easier, the game certainly does not make it easy for you to work it out.

The game also copies the concept of walks and the park. The walking simulator is fine, allowing you to take your dog out for a walk in a 3D neighbourhood populated with various characters. The characters, at least to me, feel quite flat though- and not just because they utilise static 2D sprites. All they seem to be is game tips with faces, barely any substance. I wasn't expecting characters in a childrens petsim game to be the most compelling, but even Nintendogs managed to make an interesting character, ie Archie, who was entertaining and memorable.

The park is also very grating on the eyes, functioning like Nintendog's park, but with no other dogs to play with and assets that look like they were pulled straight from stock photo packs and copy pasted around the landscape. The landscape being practically a block of offensively vibrant green.

But the worst offender of all is the "combination tricks" this game introduced. Conceptually, it is actually very interesting! Tricks that have to be performed by selecting two other tricks at once, such as combining "sit" and "speak" to perform "yawn." It introduces a challenge beyond just commanding your dog to do one trick - there is an element of memory too. But then you get to actually performing the tricks... and it quickly becomes clear that this portion of the game, at least to me, has intricacies that are difficult to understand and are not explained. Many of the combination tricks are very fun and interesting to discover, like the breakdance and ballerina moves. But then some just seem to not make sense and seem to be misprogrammed, like "sneeze" having the dog stand up on its hind legs and wave its paws as if it were begging, and then the actual "beg" command only having the dog play the "paw" animation (raising a single paw while sitting), but mirrored. And then you enter the competitions, and it gets worse. They will start telling you to give your dog commands that I haven't found any way to perform. It is possible that they are just extra hidden commands, but as far as I can tell, you are only able to combine two commands together, and I have tried every combination, and still not found some of the commands they are requesting, such as "howl." Even if they are hidden behind some sort of mechanic or "level," these mysterious combination commands are never explained! Either it is the result of an unfinished game, or it is bad game design that leaves you confused and frustrated. Either way, I ended up feeling cheated after the effort I put in to train my dog, and very confused and disappointed. I dis not enjoy this.

Some immersion breaking nitpicks are that at each point that the time of in-game day changes, the game stops you for a moment while it resets your room. It also locks you out of taking any actions at all while your dog is eating or drinking, placing you in a glorified cutscene. Also, the "mentor" character greets you every in-game morning with "Congrats! Challenge Clear!" Which if having someone intrude your home every morning wasn't hellish enough is very interruptive and robotic, too.

All in all, I have found it a game that I am able to enjoy, but which has some glaring issues that keep it from having the same charm or level of enjoyment as the ever so classic Nintendogs. If you are interested in this game, I would say that it is worth a try if you can find it for cheap (or dare I say free), but overall you're probably better off with a copy of Nintendogs, or maybe even not playing at all.

Also, I wish the pixel art icons for this game were avaliable online somewhere. I do quite like those. And the homescreen icon is very cute as well.

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The Key to a More Comfortable Life for Your Pet

Imagine this: your energetic pup, Max, has always been the star of your neighborhood walks. But recently, Max hesitates at the stairs, limps after playtime, and struggles to keep up. You chalk it up to age or a minor sprain, but the truth might be more complex—a knee issue could be the culprit. For dogs like Max, the answer to regaining comfort and mobility could be as simple as a dog knee brace.

Dog braces, often overlooked as a solution, can be life-changing for our furry friends. These braces provide stability, promote healing, and prevent further injury—offering hope for dogs dealing with conditions like ligament tears, arthritis, or a luxating patella. While most websites talk about their basic benefits, let’s dive deeper into what makes a dog knee brace an essential tool and why it’s often underappreciated.

Why Your Dog Needs a Knee Brace

Statistics reveal that up to 85% of dogs over five years old develop joint-related issues, with cruciate ligament injuries being the most common orthopedic problem in dogs pain, limping, and even permanent mobility loss if left untreated. Surgery, while effective, is expensive and invasive—averaging between $3,500 and $5,000 per procedure .

Enter the doce: a non-invasive, cost-effective option that supports your pet's recovery and helps them avoid or delay surgery. Custom-fit braces can stabilize your dog’s knee, evenly distribute weight, and reduce strain on the injured leg, allowing tissues to heal naturally.

What Most Owners Don’t Realize

A hidden gem about dog braces is their role in preventing injuries, not just treating them. Active dogs, especially breeds like Labradors, German Shepherds, and Golden Retrievers, are prone to overexertion. Using a knee brace during high-impact activities can protect their joints from wear and tear.

Additionally, braces aren’t only for severe injuries. Many dog owners see significant improvements in senior dogs with mild arthritis or stiffness. A well-designed brace offers gentle compression, improving circulation and reducing inflammation—much like compression sleeves do for human athletes.

Choosing the Right Brace for Your Dog

Not all braces are created equal. Custom-fit dog knee braces are ideal for ensuring comfort and effectiveness, as they conform to your dog’s unique anatomy. Off-the-shelf options, while more affordable, may lack the precision needed for proper support.

Pro tip: Consult your vet before purchasing. They can recommend reputable brands and even provide guidance on fitting. Some leading manufacturers offer virtual fitting sessions to ensure the brace fits snugly and securely.

Real-Life Success Stories

Owners of dogs like Max report seeing their pets regain their playful spirit within weeks of using a knee brace. One user shared, “My senior Labrador went from limping daily to chasing his ball again within a month of wearing his brace!”

The Final Step Toward Comfort

Your pet’s well-being isn’t just about providing love and care—it’s about taking proactive measures to ensure their comfort. If your dog shows signs of knee pain or struggles with mobility, a dog knee brace might be the key to a happier, more active life.

Give Max, and countless pups like him, the chance to live without pain. Because when our pets feel better, so do we.

Sources:

"Canine Orthopedic Foundation Statistics," CanineHealth.org

"Veterinary Surgery Trends," PetSurgeryReport.com

"Cost of ACL Surgery for Dogs," VetEconomics.com

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Dog massage isn’t just relaxing for your pet—it can boost their health and strengthen your bond! 🐕💖 Here’s a guide on massage techniques, plus important breed-specific tips to keep in mind.

7 Dog Massage Techniques

Paw & Back of the Hand Massage 🐾 Massaging the paw and back of the hand helps relax dogs by stimulating sensitive nerve endings. Smaller breeds, like Chihuahuas, may need a gentler touch, while larger breeds can often handle more pressure.

Nose Root Massage 👃 Gently rubbing the root of your dog’s nose may help with appetite, relieve nasal congestion, and reduce discomfort from allergies. For short-snouted breeds (like Pugs and Bulldogs), be especially gentle here as they have sensitive nasal areas.

Under-Eye Pressure 🐶 Applying light pressure under the eyes can reduce tear stains and eye secretions, especially helpful for breeds with sensitive eyes. However, short-snouted dogs with shallow eye sockets may need extra care in this area.

Ear & Ear Root Rub 🐶💆 A gentle rub around the ears and ear roots offers deep relaxation and can reduce stress. For long-eared breeds (like Cocker Spaniels), check for any signs of ear infection before massaging this area, as they are more prone to ear issues.

Spinal Rub Down 🐾 Running your hand gently along your dog’s spine can improve circulation and ease muscle tension, especially helpful for larger or active dogs. Be cautious around the joints in breeds prone to hip dysplasia or arthritis (such as Golden Retrievers and German Shepherds).

Tail Base Massage Lightly massaging the base of your dog’s tail can stimulate the lymphatic system, aiding in immunity. Be gentle with sensitive-tailed breeds, like Greyhounds, which may have thinner skin here.

Belly Rub Gentle circular motions on the belly support digestion and help your dog unwind. Dogs with thin skin or sensitive stomachs, like Greyhounds, might prefer lighter pressure.

Always observe your dog’s body language, as some breeds may prefer certain areas not to be touched. And remember, not all dogs will enjoy every massage technique, so adapting based on their reactions is key! Show your dog love and boost their wellness through these simple, mindful massage techniques! 🐕 FOLLOW FOR MOREE!!!!

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Unleashing Insights: What We Learned from the National Dog Survey

Every dog owner knows the bond shared with their furry friend is something special. But what happens when we take a national look at all things dog? That’s where the National Dog Survey comes in! By capturing data from thousands of dog owners across the country, the survey gives us a unique look into our collective experiences, preferences, and surprises when it comes to man’s best friend. In this article, we’re breaking down the biggest highlights from the survey, and you might just learn something new about your own pup along the way!

The Purpose of the National Dog Survey

The National Dog Survey aims to reveal the characteristics, behaviors, and quirks of dogs nationwide. With thousands of responses, it paints a pretty comprehensive picture of dogs in America. The data spans everything from breed popularity to unique personality traits, making it a great resource for current and prospective dog owners alike.

Why is this survey so valuable? Simple—it helps:

Identify trends in dog ownership

Improve understanding of breed preferences

Recognize common behavioral issues and solutions

Offer a snapshot of pet care habits across regions

Survey Highlights: Key Insights into Dog Ownership

1. Most Popular Dog Breeds Across the Nation

Everyone’s got a favorite breed, but some breeds have captured the nation’s hearts more than others. According to the survey, here’s how things stack up in terms of popularity:

Labrador Retriever: It’s no shocker that Labradors top the list. Known for their friendly disposition and loyalty, they’ve been America’s favorite for years.

German Shepherd: Often chosen for their intelligence and protective nature, German Shepherds make great family and working dogs.

Golden Retriever: Playful, affectionate, and reliable, Goldens continue to be a top choice.

Bulldog: With their unique looks and calm demeanor, Bulldogs have a charm that’s hard to resist.

It’s clear that many of the top spots go to breeds that are known for their friendly and adaptable nature. And if you're wondering, mixed breeds are also rising stars in popularity!

2. The Surprising Traits Owners Love Most

The National Dog Survey didn’t just focus on breeds but also asked owners to rate what they love most about their dogs. Here are a few standout traits:

Loyalty: Over 90% of respondents mentioned loyalty as one of their favorite characteristics.

Playfulness: Whether it’s a quick game of fetch or an all-out park run, dogs’ playfulness was highly rated.

Intelligence: Intelligent dogs can be both a blessing and a challenge, with owners praising their ability to learn tricks but also admitting that smart dogs can get into mischief!

Companionship: Many owners valued their dog’s ability to keep them company, especially after the pandemic underscored the importance of close companionship.

Dog Ownership Challenges Revealed by the National Dog Survey

3. Barking Up the Right Tree: Common Behavioral Challenges

Owning a dog isn’t always just belly rubs and fetch games. The National Dog Survey highlighted several common challenges faced by dog owners:

Separation Anxiety: Many dogs struggle with being left alone, particularly following the pandemic. As owners return to the office, some dogs have had a tough time adjusting.

Leash Reactivity: This is a big one, especially among younger, energetic breeds. Dogs that react strongly to other dogs or people on walks require consistent training.

House Training Issues: While puppies often get the hang of things quickly, certain breeds and older rescue dogs can sometimes struggle with house training.

Excessive Barking: Some dogs just love to talk! Whether it’s a knock at the door or squirrels outside, many owners deal with excessive barking.

The survey also shared some tips that owners have found helpful, like consistent routines, positive reinforcement, and crate training for dogs needing a secure space when left alone.

The Costs of Canine Companionship

Dogs bring us joy, but they come with costs too. Here’s what the National Dog Survey uncovered:

4. Annual Dog Expenses: Where the Money Goes

Owning a dog isn’t just an emotional investment—it’s a financial one too! Here’s a look at some of the typical annual expenses:

Food: Premium food options are popular, with some owners willing to spend more for high-quality, grain-free or raw food diets.

Vet Bills: Routine check-ups, vaccines, and dental cleanings add up. The survey found that emergency vet visits are a big concern for many owners.

Grooming: Depending on the breed, grooming can be a monthly necessity.

Toys & Treats: Dogs can be hard on toys, and most owners admit to spoiling their pets with extra treats.

According to the survey, dog owners spend an average of $1,200 to $3,000 annually on their pets.

5. Pet Insurance: Yay or Nay?

Pet insurance is becoming more common, and around 35% of respondents said they have insurance for their dog. Those who don’t cited cost as the main deterrent, but many admitted that the peace of mind pet insurance provides could be worth the expense.

Fun Facts from the National Dog Survey

To lighten things up, here are some delightful (and unexpected) facts the survey uncovered:

Most Popular Dog Name: “Max” took the top spot for male dogs, while “Bella” reigned supreme for females.

Dog Owners’ Favorite Activity: Long walks in the park topped the list, followed by beach trips and road trips.

Favorite Human Food: Yep, dogs have a taste for our snacks too! Cheese, peanut butter, and chicken were the top dog-friendly favorites.

Personality Matches: Interestingly, over half of owners said they see themselves in their dogs, whether it’s a shared stubborn streak or a love for adventure.

Conclusion

The National Dog Survey offers a fun, insightful look at our beloved pets, revealing trends and quirks that remind us just how unique our dogs are. From the popular breeds we choose to the personality traits we cherish, there’s a common thread: dogs bring joy, loyalty, and companionship to our lives, and we’re always learning new things about them. Whether you're a seasoned dog owner or thinking of adopting your first pup, the survey’s findings can offer a little guidance—and perhaps some laughter—as you navigate life with your furry friend by your side.