#training ask

[fruitless-vain]

So Yoshi is a service dog. Does Sham have a job too?

Also, do dogs enjoy learning commands? Is it more like play or a chore for them?

Shams job is keeping his brain cell between his ears, it’s a really rigorous task that consumes his whole day but someone’s gotta do it 😔

(Yoshi is the only SD in my home, Shams ‘just’ a pet. He knows how to retrieve certain items that are too heavy for Yo which he’ll do for me from time to time at home but that’s it for him)

Whether or not a dog enjoys cued behaviours tends to depend on a couple variables - how that behaviour was taught, the dog’s personality, and their history with the behaviour

How it’s taught:

If you teach a dog to walk loose leash by kicking them (exaggeration, don’t do that) every time they walk ahead you’ll eventually get them to stop walking ahead of you but they won’t be doing it because they enjoy it. They’ll be walking behind you because they’re scared and stressed by the potential outcome of walking ahead.

If you offer rewards for walking by your side they’ll be walking there because they’re excited about the potential outcome. They’ll end up enjoying loose leash walking because the anticipation of the rewards is firing off all those happy chemicals in the brain making the activity reinforcing and enjoyable.

(There’s so much more nuance to this but you get the idea)

The dog:

Some dogs were bred with following human cues in mind, by default their brains want to receive information from someone, they can find joy in the mere principle of getting a direction (herders, retrievers, etc)

Some dogs were bred with independence in mind, their heads need to be able to problem solve independently, or be focused on the environment (sled dogs, guardian breeds, etc.). As such they might not be as engaged in traditional behaviour=reward sequences and therefore less suited for service dog level behaviours.

Within breed categories each dog will have their own personal preferences, what they find rewarding, how long they can hold focus for, how much they actively want to work. Yoshi, my SD, a herder, can hold focus and react to cues on a dime for hours, she can do repetitive training sessions multiple times a day without losing motivation or eagerness to participate, she can get the same single piece of kibble as a reward for a month and not get bored of it. Sham, my northern mix pet dog, can focus for about 15 minutes on a good day, loses interest in repeated cue sessions, needs loads of breaks, and values environmental rewards over much else.

Both can be taught basic cues and have fun with training sessions but some will not thrive in more intense training settings that don’t line up with their personality and breed traits.

History with the behaviour:

Even if all the stars align, you trained the behaviour where the dog highly enjoys it, the dog is highly motivated, and everything seems perfect you can end up with a dog that hates the behaviour just because of something that happened one day.

If I’ve asked my dog to sit 200x and nothing bad happens and she’s excited to do it then one day I ask her to sit and a blast of lightning and thunder goes off behind her and scares her heavily it’s possible that she will be afraid of sitting again. The environment poisoned the cue for her, if it was scary enough she could think that sitting might make the lightning occur so she’ll be averse to sitting out of fear for that lightning again.

If you feed them from a certain bowl for years, hide medication in their food one day and they find it + it’s gross they will start to be wary of that bowl and potentially avoid eating anything from that same bowl again (or avoid that food entirely). One bad experience poisoned both the eating behaviour and the container itself.

(This is a huge reason why SD handlers hate seeing pets in not pet friendly places, one bad experience while the dog is in gear can cause them to anticipate being attacked by a dog any time they go to work. Causing the SD to have to retire early)

For the fundamentals of cues and training a dog /should/ enjoy it! The whole point of training is that it’s a fun enriching experience for the animals involved, it makes communication a two way street, makes living with one another easier, and allows for compromises to be made for the benefit of everyone. Any dog Can enjoy basic training, sometimes you need to get creative with what rewards you use, and sometimes training looks like one singular rep instead of 15 minutes of repetitions. Training gets their brains thinking, enhanced problem solving, and is overall a very enriching game.

When we’re talking in the service dog degree of things we absolutely do not want our dogs to feel like any of their tasks are “chores”, a dog who loathes their tasks is unreliable, doesn’t like their job, and will usually end up retiring early. You want a service dog to love their job, a dog who’s excited every time they’re needed, who gears up for work readily, and wants to work, is a dog who is actively looking for things to do, is paying attention for scent alerts, is responding to cues promptly and efficiently, is ready for the worst case scenario. A dog who doesn’t love their job is a dog who might not pay attention to a scent alert, who might not respond in an emergency, and a dog that’s ultimately just unhappy.

If a behaviour is seen as a chore then something went wrong down the road and we need to evaluate if it’s something we can fix or if it’s something the dog just doesn’t enjoy. End goal for any training is always for the dog to be an eager and excited participant who’s having fun with the entire process

[wishfulsketching]

More of the Silco survives AU! This is part three. Part 1 and Part 2

The girls learn the truth and Silco gets a taste of a monster

[chaoticedward]

not what he meant.

[saixria]

The sillies

When even Athena the Virgin goddess whose most intimate encounter was stabbing her bff thinks you’re cooked, you’re definitely cooked

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

bee shows off his knife hands to optimus

[httyd-art-requests]

here's an ask to post whatever you want, even something that's not related to what you normally post :3

I've been holding onto this ask and witing for the right moment

Do you guys wanna guess which recently revived fandom has been consuming my life lately?

You can't tell me this wouldn't be the perfect crossover

[frownyalfred]

the batkids all have a running joke with non-family members and mission partners where they stumble across something ridiculous and just casually throw out a “oh yeah Batman and I ran into this once” or a “B taught me how to do that actually” despite literally never having done/seen the thing before.

it started out as a joke and then it became a way to keep civilians and fellow heroes from panicking when things go sideways with an audience.

massive glowing alien that sucks out your soul? Batman fought one a few years back. defusing a nuclear bomb? B had them drilling on that once, actually. seance to rescue a civilian girl from a haunted sewer? not to fear, Batman had them do a whole unit on rescue spellwork actually

[supernowa-art]

some modern uni AU as a treat!

[kathrenax]

hans in a panic mode right now

[anbaisai]

Jamil: Ok. You can try again tomorrow. Mayu: 🧍‍♀️

(based on)

[gender-premium-tm]

begging on my KNEES for you to draw damian. My precious bean. My little meow meow. My gorgeous murder baby.

Please I know that you have the skills to truly capture his adorable little gremlin energy 🫁

(I misclicked and pressed lungs on accident but I'm leaving them there. You can have some lungs <3 your probably need them)

ask and ye shall receive, anon!!

i need you know that this ask filled me with so much motivation it’s unreal. my stabby son boy!!! look at him go!!! :3

reblogs>>>likes

[meruz]

Can you draw jesse x lake (infinity train) :0

yup yup

[kabr0ztrousers]

Bull hybrid cowboy x chubby fem reader. He runs a little ranch all by himself no one for miles and her car just so happens to break down near his road. He offers her a ride into town but ends up kidnapping her. Would love it if he ties her up and shows her all the reasons why she should stay with him.

Hmm... Now do I write another hucow scene or don't I? Only kidding, you all know where this is going.

Kabr0z Writes Episode 34: Free Range

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: kidnap; dubcon; noncon; lactation; impregnation;

A/N: Thanks again for the steady stream of requests, you lot! Remember if you want to see something, want me to revisit a kink or scenario I've done before, or have a totally new idea, let me know and it'll probably happen!

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You loved that little shitbox of a car, mid 2000's spec, old enough to drink and still going strong. Up until about 5 miles back. You were on a tiny country road in the middle of the night, cruising at 60, when you heard an almighty bang followed by a jangling noise. Your revs went through the roof for a moment before you started to coast. By the time you stopped and inspected the damage you'd already figured out what happened. The jaunty angle of the gearstick and the lack of any resistance on it meant your gears were probably strewn across several hundred metres of road. At least your engine still worked so you had light, heat, and BBC 2.

You didn't, however have any phone signal.

So you sat in the layby in your car, idling the engine to keep the battery running and listening to the 80s. Sleeping in a running car seems like something that's probably illegal, but you figured if the police found you, they could probably give you a tow to go with the fine. Hopefully you'd make it to morning and then walk however far the nearest town is to call your insurance.

A horn behind you shocked you out of your thoughts. You looked around as a rugged 4x4 pulled level with you. A window rolled down and the driver motioned for you to do the same.

He was a bull hybrid, horns wreathing his head, a thick gold ring adorning his nose. "Need a tow?"

"Yeah, I think my gearbox is fucked" you smiled at him

"That'll do it for you, I can get you to town if you want, climb in"

You got out of your car and into his, grateful for the save. He hooked a rope from his car to yours and pulled away, your stricken vehicle in tow.

You didn't think anything of the route he took, country lanes are far too narrow to turn around in, especially in a big vehicle like this one, but you'd been travelling for a while. It's not like he wasn't charming, softly spoken with just a hint of an accent, apparently he had a herd of dairy cattle that he pastured around the area, and you were being regaled about the trade. The radio in the car gently playing some tiny local station or other, predominantly focusing on spinning old records and talking about the weather.

Suspicion set in when you turned off the road, he was taking you up a gravel track in the pitch-dark. He seemed to know the area pretty well but you figured that to get to civilization, you should probably be following the asphalt rather than abandoning it.

He pulled up at a house and turned off the engine, shoving the keys into his pocket "Come on, let's get inside"

You got out and bolted away from the house. You're not stupid enough to follow him in, you'd only just met!

He was faster than you. You'd barely made it twenty yards when you were tackled to the ground. The bull huffed as he tied your ankles together and hefted you over his shoulder. You hit and struggled against him, but he only chuckled at your assault. "Spirited, aren't you?" He opened his door and carried you over the threshold "You'll do fine here"

He put you down onto a plush sofa and sat in a chair opposite to you. Minutes passed in silence, you sullenly staring at him, him eyeing you up like a cut of meat.

"What will you do with me?" You spat at him

"Honestly, I'm not sure. You seemed like a soft townie when I picked you up. I'd thought maybe let you call for a tow, give you a coffee, and maybe a roll in the hay." He was still staring at you

"But?" You felt like there was a but coming

"But, you're not badly built, and you're not such a pushover. Now I'm deciding if I want a wife or not"

You recoiled at his comment "If you think I'm marrying you, you can fuck off!"

He shrugged and got up "Plan B then. With hips and tits like those you'll be a good fit"

He lifted you into a seated position and tore off your top, baring your chest and the rolls of your tummy. He grabbed one of your tits and hefted it "Natural, very good"

If looks could kill, you would've atomised him. As it was he merely met your gaze as he roughly inspected you.

"I was right, you'll do excellently" He picked you up again and swung you over his shoulder before carrying you outside. He crossed a field, not caring about your yelling and screaming for help. He knew nobody was around for miles, even if someone heard you they wouldn't be able to help you. He pushed open a barn door and carried you in, putting you down on a pile of straw "I'll see you tomorrow"

He left you there. The ropes were tied tightly around your ankles. You struggled against them until your fingers went numb to no avail. The other occupants of the barn stirred with your struggling. Your eyes were adjusting to the gloom, you could just about make them out.

They were other women. Some cow hybrids, some not. All of them plump, many pregnant. They looked at you with big doe eyes, curiosity on their faces as they regarded you.

The first one put her arms around you in a hug, then another and another until you were smothered in a dozen round women, their full breasts pressing against you as they started to doze off on you. Stuck there in the centre of the cuddle pile, you couldn't help your eyelids getting heavy, your head cushioned against a plush belly as sleep claimed you too.

You woke with the dawn. The other women mooing eagerly and dispersing around the barn. The bull man from last night opened the door and stepped in. He looked over at you before settling to work. One by one he attached milking cups to the other women, who each settled down contentedly as the machines pumped them, the milk being drawn into tanks at one end of the barn.

Finally he got to you.

"Enjoy your night?"

You spat at him. He laughed.

"Damn, I wish you'd reconsider being my wife. As it is, I can still put a calf in you." He lifted you and carried you to a fence, tying your arms to it before cutting your ankles free.

Your tits swung below you as he pulled your hips up and hiked your skirt up. He tore a hole in your tights, revealing your pussy. You screamed as he started to lick you, his thick tongue penetrating you already as he fingered your clit. You felt your skin flush as your body responded to him, getting wet and ready for him. His licking and stroking was drawing you in, until you quivered with a tearful orgasm.

You felt him straighten up behind you. He lay his cock on your back and you shivered with the length of it before he pulled back and started to ease the tip in, crooning as he went "You're doing great, girl, just a little more, a little more"

The sound of his voice was making you wetter than his tongue did. You whimpered from the fullness from his cock pushing slowly into you, stretching you out. Your hips were pushing back against him, sending waves of motion up your body. He started to push harder, move faster. Your whimpers turned to blissful sobs and whines as you sped towards your next orgasm, the length and girth of him getting you off all by itself. When he squeezed your hips it was too much. Your body tried to push back, but it didn't need to. He could feel your impending orgasm and hilted himself in you, tiny thrusts slapping his balls against your clit and driving you over the edge. He started to throb and pulse in you as your cunt clenched around him. His thrusts were fast and deep, he was close and wasn't going to cum anywhere but inside you. His pounding on your cervix was getting to you, as was his gripping your waist and your hips, and the jolting swaying of your tits. He pushed a hand between your legs and circled his fingers over your clit. You came again. This time he joined in. Your moans and grunts mingled as the other women watched you, still mooing in euphoria from being attached to the pumps.

He stayed inside you, his cock still giving occasional pumps of cum. His huge hands tracing patterns on your back and rubbing your aching muscles. Then he pulled out, and you heard a spatter of his cum fall out of you and onto the straw below. He cut your arms free and helped you off the railings, laying you on the straw.

"I treat my ladies well, you'll see"

A month has passed since you joined the herd. You spend your mornings hooked up to the milking machines, your afternoons lounging in the fields munching clover and enjoying the company of your new friends, then in the evenings Aaron, as you leaned his name, would often visit you and put another load in you. You're already late on your period, you just haven't told him yet.

Yeah, you're giving up some freedoms, and you're pretty sure you're getting dumber

But it sure beats your old job

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Postscript: A bit of an experiment in trying to split the difference between "awful human farm" and not being overly horrible to the POV character. Hopefully it hits the mark nicely. Who knows, I may do a continuation or a "what if" where it goes into fluffy marital sex between Aaron and Fem!Reader...

At any rate, this is your periodic reminder that my ask box and DMs are always open, and to not hold back on your requests! I'm not in the habit of airing anyone's dirty laundry so if you do cross some unforeseen line the worst you'll get is a no

[spyderschaos]

Strong beautiful woman and her pathetic wet dog boyfriend

Red below cut

Chat draw your otp like this

[stealingpotatoes]

Do you think Cal shaved and got a haircut before or after he met Merrin on Jedha?

See he didn’t know he was gonna meet her on Jedha the first time so his "I NEED TO LOOK GOOD" had to have been on the way to jedha 2

(tip jar! // comms status)

[asha-mage]

MDZS AU where Jiang Cheng realizes that Lan Sizhui is the Wen orphan that Wei Wuxian took care off during the Burial Mounds arc, decides that's close enough to qualify him as Nephew, declares that no Nephew of His (much less a surrogate son of Wei Wuxian's) is going to be raised in the Cloud Recedes, and immediately launches into a custody battle with Lan Wangji.

But since neither Jiang Cheng or Lan Wangji can acknowledge that Sizuhi has any connection to Wei Wuxian, both begin steadfastly and stubbornly insisting that he is a Cultivator of peerless potential and skill and he belongs in their sect thank you very much, and would clearly be very unhappy in the other's. This confuses the hell out of the already mystified Cultivation world, who had barely adjusted yet to gossiping about Sizhui being Wangji's illegitimate child by mysterious love affair.

(Eventually the common consensus in the rumor mills is that both JC and LW where in love with Sizhui's mother and both believe themselves to be Sizhui's real father.)

(LW couldn't care less what gossips say, but JC has to bite his tongue till it bleeds to avoid telling anyone the truth in a fit of anger.)

(It was Nie Huaisang who put that rumor out in the first place, partly to troll JC, partly because, in a way, it's a little true.)