#winston the boston terrier

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[rockkandii]

Overwatch heros pet headcannons

Tank edition!

(minus Winston and Hammond)

Junker queen: she's always wanted a dog, and after being introduced to a new game by y/n she decided on the one she wanted. A German Shepard! She did a ton of research on them and got one from a shelter with only three legs, she ended up creating a junker leg for it and help from mercy getting it attached safely. She named him Dogmeat, based on her new favorite game, fallout 4.

Orisa: she wasn't big on the idea of having a pet, due to the fear of her size being an issue for such a small creature. However that changed when she encountered a Boston terrier puppy on a mission last spring. The small dog was full of energy and refused to leave Orisas side even when she tried to shoot it away. But eventually followed her onto the airship where she gave him and wanted to take care of them. She eventually named him Winston after an animated short film about a Boston terrier that another overwatch agent had shown her. (Much to Winston's confusion.)

Ramattra: He has an ant farm that was gifted to him from y/n after he mentioned his fascination of the tiny creatures. He cares for them dearly, and is often dozing off just watching them work throughout their colony in his office. He's not named them, as there is far too many, but when he's observing them you can faintly catch him mumbling their job titles with praise.

Reinhardt: He's got a sweet old golden retriever he rescued from a shelter, she was twelve when he adopted her and no one seemed to want the older dog which broke his heart. He was told to expect maybe another good year or two before the 'inevitable', however she's turning sixteen in a week now. Her name is Tillie.

Zarya: she took in an adult cat from a fellow agent that had sadly fallen in battle, one she was relatively close to. The cat was a nebelung and quite pampered, however he seems to adora Zarya as much as she does him. An elegant grey ball of fluff that constantly curls up to her side after her training sessions or missions. His name is Pietro, and for some reason he does not seem to like Ramattra.

Roadhog: he has two rats, one is a light cream color with a darker brown splotch on his right side. And the other is white and black spotted with little streaks of brown by her tail. Their names are junk and pile, and he found them in a box in the rain while on a mission. No one really noticed at first when he had gotten back on the airship until they were about halfway back to base and realized he was holding his hands out and just staring at was in his palms. Every now and again you'll see him walking around base with them on his shoulders and they just sit there and observe.

D.va: she has a bunny, it's actually one that she unintentionally saved while on a raiding mission against Talon. She ended up in moira's lab which had been abandoned when the alarms were set off, and it was the only one that seemed to be left in the room inside a cage where it was scared and hiding in the corner. Her name is June and she enjoys occasionally riding in D.vas mech with her. June absolutely hates hearing the name Moira now.

Sigma: he has a betta fish, specifically an alien betta. Sombra noticed that sigma had been pretty lonely while doing research in his lab on his own. So she surprised him with a whole betta setup, and made sure he knew everything that was needed to take care of it. It was a brilliant green color and sigma was overjoyed when she presented him the fish. He adoringly named her plutonium, and spends hours upon hours just talking to his betta fish about all of his research and findings and hypotheses. Plutonium does respond by swimming in circles whenever he gets excited and if she's bored she floats upside down.

[artemisarcher]

Pretty boi

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Just read slaughter the animal, I LOVE it. Really incredible how you imply so much about characters/relationships with a few key details (also, I was so stoked to see a Boston terrier mentioned, since I have one myself lol)

thank you so much for reading it, I’m not sure how long it’ll be up for so it’s super exciting that folks have been able to read it online! Yesss, we were looking to adopt a Boston terrier initially but the owner found a new home & we eventually ended up with our English bulldog Winston, haha!

[sarathedisneylover]

[baxterandwinston]

Winnie window watching

[desolationtrial]

Anonymous asked: Does Norman have any pets?

Cassie the American Shorthair

Carbonara the Persian

Billy the Tuxedo

Silver the Hedgehog

Winston the Boston Terrier

Eddy the Spaghetti

[sarahbordelonsblog]

My grandma and grandpa with their Boston Terrier, Winston while on vacation.

[ninthhousesteel]

is Winston a valid name for a Boston terrier? 🤔

[twistedboxy]

3, 25, 32! :)

3. How's your heart feeling right now? A bit tired because they're working on the elevators and at times when I needed to use it they turned them off.

25. Do you have pets? Talk about something sweet about them!

I have a red and white pomeranian who just turned 17. She's an old lady but I love her so much.

My dad also has a year old Boston Terrier named Winston. I dogsat him over the weekend and he's a big cuddler.

32. What instrumental sound is your favorite? This is an interesting one either clarinets or piano.

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[buckyscrystalqueen]

Star Crossed Rivalry: Part 1

Pairings: Opie x Reader (SOA/TWD MC AU Crossover ) Negan daughter!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff

Word Count: 4,018

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“Ope…” Jax sighed as he watched his best friend tighten the straps of his saddle bag after double checking that he had everything for his road trip. “You sure about this, brother?”

“I just need to get away for a while.” Opie said as he grabbed a fresh pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his kutte and packed it on the heel of his palm. “Mom’s sick, and I promised her I’d go see her when I got out…”

“I get it.” Jax said with a nod as he took an offered cigarette from his best friend’s pack. “It’s just… you just got out this morning.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” Ope snapped a little shortly around the filter of his cigarette. He sighed and ran his hands through his long hair to pull it back for the ride. “Sorry, Jax.”

“It’s OK.” He agreed with a nod as he pat Opie’s arm. 

“Look, I just spent five years in a locked box, staring at the same fucking view day in and day out. I need to clear my fucking head. I’ll be back at the table in no time.”

“Alright.” Jax said with a nod as he handed Opie his helmet. “Just ride safe, brother. Tell Mary… well, I wouldn’t tell her anything from me.” He chuckled as the pair exchanged a hug.

“Yea, I’m surprised she even wanted me to come out there.” Opie laughed as he straddled his Harley for the first time in five years. He let out a sigh of relief as he revved the engine and kicked up his kickstand. Jax stepped back as Opie walked backwards down his driveway to put Charming and his time in prison in his rear view for a while. 

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‘Stupid fucking job.’ You thought as you stood behind the diner counter, staring through the glass doors at the empty parking lot in front of the building between the lunch and dinner ‘rushes’. ‘’s’not even a damn job. Just a waste of my fucking life.’

“You want something for lunch?” Cam, one of your father’s MC prospects called out as he threw a burger on the grill for himself.

“I’ll make a salad in a bit.” You sighed as you stood up straight and grabbed your coffee mug to refill it. “Ugh, is it fucking three o’clock yet?!” You groan loudly as the diner door opened.

“Last I checked, it was only little after two.” A male voice you didn’t recognize said behind you over the jingle of the bells on the door. You glanced over your shoulder as you put the black handled coffee pot away and cocked your eyebrow at the mountain of a man stranger that walked through the door.

“A new face.” You said as you turned in your spot and put your coffee down on the bar. “Sit anywhere you like, hun.” He nodded his head as you handed him a menu.

“Waitin’ on my mom.” He said as he grabbed a chair at the bar in front of you.

“Oh.” You said with a nod as you leaned back against the back counter. “Who’s your mom? I’ve lived in this shit hole town long enough to know everyone here. Coffee?”

“Beer.” He said as he pointed to the taps behind you. “Her name’s Mary.”

“Mary Winston?” You asked as you grabbed a glass from the shelves under the bar. “Well I’ll be damned. That would make you her not so little Harry.”

“Opie.” He corrected as you set his brew down on the counter. “So does the whole town know about me?”

“Just the ones with tits.” You teased as you picked up your coffee. “So I’d avoid the beauty salon, that dress shop on Vine, and just to be safe, the grocery store down the block. Better yet, just avoid women kind everywhere in this town.” He smiled at you as he used his thumb to wipe away the foam from on his mustache.

“Cute.”

“Thanks.” You said with a nod as you took a sip of your coffee. “I’m (Y/N). And just so you know, your mom was already here for lunch. She comes at 11:45 on Fridays.”

“Fuck.” He sighed as he ran his hand over his bandana covered head.

“She doesn’t know you’re coming, does she?” You asked. He shook his head as he rocked his cup on the bar.

“I just needed to get out of California. Figured I’d come see my mom.” You nodded your head and started to choose your next words wisely when Cam beat you to the punch.

“She’s gunna be pissed!” He laughed behind you, causing you to grab the soda gun and spray him with water through the servers window.

“Ignore him.” You said as Cam swore at you and stormed out of the kitchen to have a cigarette.  “Let’s go talk. I need a cigarette anyways.”

“You’re not gunna get fired for that shit?” He asked as he grabbed his beer and followed after you.

“My dad owns the place.” You said as you shoved the diner phone in your pocket and grabbed your coffee. “So I could almost literally get away with murder here.” Opie nodded as he ducked through the door you were holding open for him. You pulled a cigarette from your crumpled pack and jumped up on the hood of your pick up truck. “I don’t mean to pry here but… when was the last time you talked to your mom? She’s said maybe three words about you in the six years she’s lived here. Thanks.” You said as he lit your cigarette for you before leaning against the truck beside you.

“About that amount of time ago.” He sighed with a glance over at you. “She uh… she wrote me off when I got my last felony.”

“Ouch. Assault?” You asked as you looked over at him.

“Arson.”

“Fire. Nice.” You said with a slow nod.

“She didn’t think so.” He said as he exhaled his drag toward the diner sign above your heads. He glanced over at you as he ashed his cigarette, finished his beer, and took another drag. “What’s your story?”

“My story?” You repeated as you looked over at him with a shake of your head. “Ain’t worth tellin’.”

“Now that’s a lie.” He countered as he put the empty glass on the curb, turned in his spot and leaned forward until his arms were resting on the hood of your truck.

“You think so?” You asked around your cigarette as you leaned back on the windshield and looked up at the sky. “Trust me, sweetheart. Ain’t no one from poo-dunk North Carolina has a story worth a grain of salt.”

“Oh, I beg to differ on that one.” You smiled and rolled your head on the glass to look over at him.

“Trust me…” You said as the distant rumble of motorcycles echoed off the mountains through the small town, signaling your father’s return home after a long week away. “It’s much simpler that way.” Opie nodded and turned his head toward the noise and stood up a little straighter as you flicked your cigarette across the lot. “If you’re planning on seeing your mom, I suggest waiting until tomorrow. She goes to the next city over to the casino on Friday nights with the other old biddy’s in town. No hotels close by really. There's a B and B down that way but the lady has like a hundred cats.”

“Fuck, I hate cats.” He said as you sat up and grabbed your coffee mug to go back to work. You nodded as you pulled a pen from your pocket and turned his arm toward you.

“I fucking hate cats, too.” You said as you scribbled your cell phone number on the crook of his arm before your father, Negan, and the rest of the Saviors pulled into the lot for a late lunch and to take over the diner for the rest of the night. “Head down to the book store down the block, wait an hour, then call me so you can follow me to my place for the night. If I don't answer, wait ‘til I call back. Trust me, you want to avoid my dad for as long as possible. He’s a dick on his best days.” Opie nodded as he stood up and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket.

“For the beer.” He said as he handed you a ten. “See you soon, (Y/N).” You smiled at him and stayed put for a moment to watch him head over to his bike as Negan pulled in on your other side followed by the rest of his MC. You bit your lip and smiled when Opie winked at you and pulled out of the spot next to your truck as Negan came around the front of your truck to look at his only child.

“The fuck is that?” He demanded as he watched Opie take off down the street. You looked over at him, innocently and shrugged.

“He was looking for his mama.” You told him as you scooted off your truck as the girls that ran the night shift pulled in behind the club thankfully early. “Welcome home, Daddy.” He nodded as you kissed his cheek, grabbed the empty beer glass, and headed inside with Opie’s smile in mind.

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“So this is your house?” Opie asked as he looked up at your quaint three bedroom cottage.

“It looks much better inside.” You promised as you looked around to make sure none of your ‘neighbors’ were home in the private, asymmetrical cul de sac the club basically owned since they were the only people that owned houses on that ten house private street. You both looked over at a loud bang and a smile pulled at the corner of your lips when an inhuman screaming came from your home. “I hope you like dogs.”

“That’s not a fucking dog.” He said as you headed toward the front door and your weird dog. “That sounds like something’s dying.”

“Oh, it’s a dog alright.” You laughed as you pushed open the door to your open floor plan living room and kitchen. “Get back. No, get back!” You snapped as your Boston Terrier, Creature, tried to run out the front door. You crouched down as you walked and playfully pushed your dog back across the wood floors so your guest wouldn’t be attacked with kisses if he didn’t want to be.

“What is it?” Opie asked as he set his saddle bag and leather jacket down on the couch. 

“His name is Creature.” You said as you headed straight to the back door to let your pet out into the fenced in back yard. “I saw him at an adoption thing and knew his ugly mug wasn’t going to get him adopted. So I brought him home out of pity.” Opie nodded as you called him toward you with a drag of your finger so you could make sure your pup didn’t dig his way out of the fence. “So I don’t have many rules here because I just don’t fucking care but they’re pretty simple.” You said as you pulled open the wooden gate that lead to the stairs to the yard. “Rule number one, you drink my beer, you replace it as long as you are safe to ride. Store’s two blocks down the road on the left. Rule number two, no smoking cigarettes in the house. This rule is never abided by by my father and his goon squad but it’s a rule. So if you choose to break it as well and pass up on these amazing views Daddy paid for, at least open a damn door. Weed is fine indoors. No doors need to be opened.”

“Simple enough.” Ope said as he pulled up the top of your hot tub and dipped his hand in the warm water. “Jesus. This shit is making me not want to go back to California.”

“I don’t see the point of leaving Boone.” You said as you sat down at your table and kicked your feet up on the wood. You gestured toward the gorgeous view of the mountain ranges behind your house and looked over at him with a smile. “Who would want to leave this place?”

“Not me.” He said with a nod as he lit his cigarette and sat down beside you. He looked out at the view as he unzipped his sweater, making your stomach and your smile drop.

“Shit, put that back on or take the kutte off.” You hissed as you dropped your legs and looked over at your dad’s back yard to make sure none of his club members were over there. “You’re in Saviors territory.”

“I’m what?” He asked as you yanked the fronts of his sweater closed.

“It’s the MC here.” You said with fear in your eyes. “They run the south and the east coast. We’re the reason that the Sons can’t move out of New England and the West coast. Fuck, that’s why Mary hasn’t said more about you.”

“How do you know about the Sons?” He asked as he zipped his hoodie back up and sat up a little straighter. You sighed and shook your head as you searched his gorgeous hazel eyes.

“Because I’m the founding president of the Saviors’ daughter.”

“Fuck me.” He groaned as he looked over at the house you had been looking at.

“Look, you’re fine.” You said as you scrambled to find a way to help him out in enemy territory. “Just take off the kutte, and put it under a bed. You can grab it on your way out of town. And it’s chilly enough here that wearing that jacket to cover any ink is acceptable. Just keep to yourself, don’t rock the boat, and don’t mention the Sons. You’ll make it outta here alive.” He nodded his head as you grabbed your cigarette and inhaled deeply.

“Why are you helping me?” He asked as he reached into his jacket for his cigarettes since his had burned out. You looked over at him as you got up to let Creature back on to the porch.

“Because you have a kindness in your eyes that I don’t see much in the locals in this town because of who I am. I build my opinions of people on the story their eyes tell. Yours say they’ve seen some shit but that’s not the person you would want to be if it wasn’t expected of you.” He nodded his head slowly as he looked down at the little beast snorting at his ankles and a huffed laughed escaped his lips.

“Fuck, he is really fucking ugly.”

“Told you.” You said as you put out your cigarette. “So you still gunna stick around?”

“For a while.” He said with a shrug as he pat his thigh, letting Creature happily jump up on his lap. “Gotta experience the view of the stars from your hot tub before I leave.”

“Of course you do.” You laughed as you got up from your chair. “Come on, we gotta go put your bike in my pathetic excuse for a garage and hide any other Sons evidence you got.”

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“What’s your opinion on being a legacy?” Opie asked as he built up the fire in your living room fireplace while you prepared dinner. You shrugged your shoulder as you skewered a piece of top sirloin on a skewer and grabbed a red pepper slice to add next.

“Over rated.” You said with a glance up at him. “I am definitely not the club but being Negan’s daughter puts this stigma over me that I can’t stand. Most people around here avoid me like the plaque out of fear but I’m actually a really nice girl.” You looked up at him as you tossed your begging dog a small piece of carrot, causing him to snort loudly through his squished in nose to devour it as fast as possible. “I can’t get a date to save my damn life because most guys are terrified of my father.”

“Yea, I get that.” He said as he stuck his hand in the fire place to quickly adjust the log he had just put in before it was engulfed in flames. “My Dad was one of the First Nine. As a kid, everyone in the neighborhood avoided me and my boy, Jax. Almost like we were tainted. My birthday parties as a kid consisted of a bunch of old, drunk dudes and crow eater’s kids.” Huffed through your nose as you finished the last meat skewer and moved on to the shrimp and scallops ones.

“Negan’s harlots.” You said with a nod. “Skanks. Whores. Gold diggers…”

“All of the above.” He agreed as he set one more log on the pile and sat back on the wood floor. “Did teachers single you out?”

“In my younger years.” You said with a laugh. “But then I started living up to the expectations they put on me. I used to flip desks and throw shit. I would swear up a storm every chance I got, and I can’t tell you how many times I told male and female teachers to suck my dick. I finally just dropped out my freshman year and got my GED a year later just to avoid the stigma people were putting on me. But, like it did you, I eventually embraced those shoes. I’m a biker’s daughter. Nothing I can do about it. Cross me, and I’ll bash your fucking head in with a baseball bat. Play nice, and I’m a fucking sweetheart.”

“Well fuck.” Opie laughed as he got up off the floor and pulled up his dark blue jeans. “I thought that was just a guy thing. I tend to blow shit up if you cross me.” You laughed and shook your head as you both looked over at the rumble of a motorcycle outside. Your laughter died in your throat as you set down the last skewer on the plate to take out to the grill.

“Fuck.” You sighed as Creature went running over to the door (and accidentally slammed into it like he always did) to say hi to your dad and who ever else he brought with him. “Like I said, nothing about the Sons.” Opie nodded as the sounds of boots walking down the porch from the driveway to your front door played an ominous song over Creature’s screaming barks. Your visitor threw on his jacket to hide the bottom of a reaper tattoo on his right arm and got it zipped just as your father threw open the front door. He hesitated for a moment, glaring daggers at Opie as you grabbed a couple beers from the fridge for him, his Sergeant at Arms, DJ, his VP, Simon, and a tag along soldier named Dwight.

“The fuck are you?” He demanded as he used his boot to keep your dog inside for you.

“Dad, this is Opie.” You said as you popped the top of his beer and held it out to him. “He’s crashing in my guest bedroom until his mom’s back from the casino tomorrow.” Your visitor stood up a little straighter and respectfully took a step toward your father as the four club members glared at the unfamiliar, bearded man in your living room. You let the stand off go on for a moment before you sighed and stepped around the counter to get to your dad with his beer.

“Stop it.” You said as you pushed his arm and looked up at him. “Not in my house.” His eyes darted down to look at you as you held up his beer with an innocent smile. “I was just about to put dinner on the grill. You staying?” He nodded his head as he cupped the back of your head, and kissed your forehead.

“Gotta spend time with my little princess.” He replied as he took a swig of his beer and stepped around you. “What’s your name, boy?”

“Opie.” Your guest said as he offered the president his hand. “Just passing through.”

“I’d sure fucking hope so.” Negan said as he simply looked at Opie’s hand on his way to the kitchen to cook dinner. “Wouldn’t want something to fucking happen to ya.”

“Dad, quit!” You snapped again. “I promise you, I will kick you out.”

“You fucking think so.” Negan grumbled as he grabbed the tray of skewers and headed toward the back door. “Come on, mutt.” You rolled your eyes as Creature happily followed your dad to the porch to go with him down to the grill.

“Like I said.” You repeated as you put your hand on Opie’s arm and gave it a gently squeeze. “He’s a dick. Wanna smoke before dinner?” He nodded slowly and followed you toward the back porch. You glanced over at Dwight with your eyebrows raised as he tried to follow the other three men outside. “Rice and corn ain’t gunna fucking cook itself, D.” Simon laughed and grabbed two beers from the counter as you dipped outside.

“Prospect?” Opie whispered where only you could hear. You shook your head and made sure DJ and Simon were out of earshot before moving your chair closer to his.

“Patch, unfortunately.” You breathed as you looked at Dwight in the kitchen window. “He’s a snake. Saved my and my dad’s ass in a shoot out ‘bout fifteen years back as a prospect and used that as a bargaining chip to get his patch. So now he’s kept on a short leash, and treated like a new prospect when there’s not another one in the room.”

“Hazing a patch. Nice.” He said as he sparked his lighter and held it out for you.

“Such a gentleman.” You said as you lit your smoke and sat back in your chair. “So what’s Charming like?”

“Hot.” He laughed as he moved his arm when you kicked your sock covered feet up on his chair beside him. “Probably looks about the same as it does here.” You nodded in agreement as you looked over your shoulder at your dad’s booming laugh.

“Do you ever want to leave? Like permanently?” He shrugged his shoulders and rested his arm on your crossed ankles.

“Could you turn your back on your family?” He countered as he searched your eyes in the setting sunlight. “It’s not that simple of an answer. The club sucks you in, claims your soul. You know as well as I do it’s not something you walk away from even if you want to.” You nodded in agreement as you finished a cigarette and pulled a joint from the pack. “I thought about it a lot in the box. Wondering if I could turn my back on my brothers, on the family that took me in when my mom walked away, and my old man. I wondered what life would be like if I blacked out my ink and faded away. Or just went Nomad and disappeared forever into the setting sun. But I don’t think I could walk away from the life.” You nodded your head slowly, completely understanding where he was coming from.

“I’d be scared he’d come find me.” You whispered. “I love it here but… well, you know.” Opie opened his mouth to respond but your father coming up the stairs silenced him.

“Keep your fucking hands off my daughter.” He growled on his way into the house. “Foods up in five.” You once again rolled your eyes and passed off the joint.

“Ignore his stupid demands.” You said as you brushed your toes against his elbow. “You wanna bend me over the fucking rail and fuck me until the sun comes up, go for it. Free country.”

“Honestly, I’d love to but I’m afraid I’d lose my fucking dick.”

“I’d protect you.” You giggled with a smile. “You seem worth protecting.”

Part 2

[artemisarcher]

A loaf

[kjs-s]

A dogs' day

Pairing   Steve Rogers x reader

Prompt  Boisterous

Summary  How the other members of Steve's household experience his birthday

Word Count: 852

Warnings: none

A/N: This is my third and last entry for @redgillan challenge for Steve’s emotional birthday.  I had no idea what the word means and that's the first thing that came to mind while I was looking at the definition.  Since I named one of the dogs after Chris' I named the other one after a Disney dog too. Winston is from the short Disney movie Feast 

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You were in the kitchen making breakfast for yourself knowing Steve would be back from his meeting in the afternoon. The rest of the team knew that you and Steve wanted to spend his birthday on your own so they had already thrown him a party a few days ago on Saturday. However, being an Avenger doesn’t allow them a lot of free time so they had to work at least in the morning of his birthday. Leaving you at home with two boisterous overexcited dogs.  

The older one, Dodger, was a gorgeous brown male boxer. He had become a member of your family when, during a run with Sam, Steve found him abandoned near the park. The poor dog looked so sad and lost that Steve couldn't let him there. He brought him to a vet and called to inform you that you just rescued a dog together. You always had a soft spot for animals and loved Disney so Dodger became your loyal company around the house. He loved playing with you or is favorite toy all day long up until he got a new roommate and best friend.

Your second dog was a short, grey and white, ten-year-old Boston terrier. He is now friendly towards all your visitors and loves trying to jump on Dodger's back. It's astonishing how well he adjusted to living with all of you within a few months considering the bad shape he was in when rescued by Frank Castle. He found many dogs when he attacked a dog-fighting club on the suburbs on New York. Not being able to house all the dogs himself you volunteer to take one of them in. You loved him right away and named him Winston to stick to your Disney themed dog names and since they looked alike.

They were running around in the living room. Dodger was jumping up and down like he knew today was a special day for Steve. Probably it was because Steve was excited about your romantic dinner during his morning walk with his friend. Winston was also noisy and energetic following his mentor's example. You laughed seeing the dogs almost running into each other and tried to bribe them to stop yapping around with giving them more water. You had to prepare a perfect date for you and Steve and your boys wouldn't make that easy.  

After a few hours of the dogs running, you figured you needed to help them calm down. So, you decided that you would take them to the dog park to play with others. Hopefully, they would get tired enough to let you cook and clean the house. Also, exercise is good for midnight when the dogs will be scared of the fireworks.

As you were headed for the park Steve called to ask about your whereabouts. Apparently, Tony let them have a break and your boyfriend thought he could surprise you with a visit. You told him to join you at the park so you could all play fetch together.  

''I was trying to figure out what to make for tonight but they were too loud. I bet they are excited for their dad's birthday.'' You pinched Steve's arms. He loved the dogs and you calling them your kids.  

''Or just maybe they sensed your nervousness to make this day perfect for me and they thought they could trick you into playing with them. Our kids are smart and so loving.'' He gave you a kiss and called the dogs toward you.

The dog park date was a lot of fun. You played with the dogs and Steve felt amazing seeing how much the dogs get along. He was worried at first considering they were both rescued.  

The rest of the day went by in a flash. You made the house spotless and made dinner for all four of you. You needed to finish early to be able to focus on Dodger and Winston during the fireworks display.

Steve was really happy when he noticed what you had made for him and he urged you to let him clean up after dinner. All he could think of was how lucky he was to have you in his life and how much he loved you. He believed words were not enough to express that and you needed a gesture. Even if he knew you would melt with even a kiss, he wanted to give you something in return.  

Before midnight Steve closed the windows and the curtains so that the fireworks won't be seen or heard too much.

''Come on guys, jump on the bed with us. (Y/N) do you have their thundershirts? The fireworks are about to begin.''

''Right here Steve. Let's put them on and try our best to calm our scared little kids.''

During the display the dogs were anxious but thanks to your care they weren't shaking. Steve was mostly worried about Winston but the terrier seemed to feel safe in his arms. Due to everyone's exhausting day right after the display both of you and the dogs fell asleep cuddling each other.

[naivepets]

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For many positron emission tomography parents, seeing your dog have a seizure can be distressing and worrying. seizure in dogs can be caused by a number of factors ranging from heat exhaustion to epilepsy. Today our Winston-Salem vets help you to understand more about your pawl ‘s seizures.

Seizures in Dogs

Our vets understand that seeing your pup have a capture can be distressing for many positron emission tomography owners. That said, understanding more about the causes of your andiron ‘s seizures and what to do when your cad has one, may help to make the situation a little less nerve-racking for you and your pet.

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What do seizures look like in dogs?

Seizures in dogs can take many forms, and some are more easily spotted than others.

Focal Seizures (Partial Seizures) only affect a particular region within one side of the brain. These seizures can be difficult to recognize as seizures because they often seem like nothing more than strange behavior. Symptoms of focal seizures can include, hallucinations (growling at nothing, or biting at the air), fur standing on end, dilated pupils or balance issues.

Generalized Seizures affect both sides of the brain, meaning that you will likely notice symptoms on both sides of the body and your pet is likely to lose consciousness. While there are a number of different types of generalized seizures some of the most common symptoms are muscle contractions, jerking, or a sudden collapse and loss of consciousness.

Focal Seizures Evolving Into Generalized Seizures are the most common seizures diagnosed in dogs. If your dog begins having a generalized seizure, try to think back to what the pet was doing right before the seizure began. Were there any strange behaviors or symptoms leading up to the generalized seizure? Be sure to let your vet know the details.

If your dog shows signs of having a capture it ‘s significant to contact your veteran to let them know. While not all vets will advise bringing your pet in for an examen, depending on the austereness of the capture, an examination may be recommended.

What causes seizures in dogs?

A capture occurs when there is faulty electric natural process your darling ‘s brain, resulting in a loss of control over their body. There are a number of possible underlying causes for your dog ‘s seizure :

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Genetic or idiopathic epilepsy

Heat Exhaustion

Nutritional imbalances

Low blood sugar levels

Liver disease

Tumours

Ingested poisons such as caffeine, chocolate

Head trauma (such as a road accident)

Diabetes

Infectious diseases such as canine distemper virus infection (CDV) and rabies

Heartworms

Do some dog breeds have a higher risk of having seizures?

Some pawl breeds do face an increased hazard of having seizures, although it ‘s crucial to note that not all dogs within these breeds will experience a seizure in their life.

Herding dogs with the MDR1 gene commonly experience seizures. These breeds include: Australian Shepherds, Border Collies, German Shepherds, Longhaired Whippets, as well as Old English and Shetland Sheepdogs.

Large herding and retriever dogs may be prone to seizures, including German Shepherds, Australian Shepherds, Labrador and Golden Retrievers.

Breeds with short, flat noses such as Pugs, Boston Terriers, and English Bulldogs can also be more prone to experiencing seizures.

An inherited form of epilepsy which causes behaviors such as tail chasing, irrational fear, and unprovoked aggression can be seen in some Bull Terriers.

When should I call a vet?

Most seizures are short, lasting less than 3 minutes and with proper treatment, the darling can lead a normal life. however, seizures can be a dangerous health concern and even inadequate seizures could cause brain damage.

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If your cad has a brief capture ( lasting a few seconds to a couple of minutes ) then quickly recovers, call your vet to let them know about the capture. Your vet may suggest that you bring your frank in for an examen or they may just make a note in your cad ‘s records and ask you to bring your pawl in for an examination if it happens again. While many dogs will experience a ‘ one off ’ capture, early dogs continue to have seizures throughout their life due to illness or epilepsy.

Contact your vet immediately, or visit the nearest emergency animal hospital, if there is a chance that your dog is having a seizure due to poisoning, if your dog’s seizure lasts longer than 3 minutes, or if your dogs has more than one seizure in a row! Seizures lasting for more than 5 minutes could cause serious permanent brain damage.

What is the treatment for seizures in dogs?

The treatment for dogs with seizures depends upon the underlie lawsuit. Your vet will run a count of tests to determine the lawsuit of your whelp ‘s seizures, if no campaign is discernible the disease may be diagnosed as idiopathic epilepsy. Following diagnosis your veterinarian will work with you to determine the best discussion for your frump ‘s seizures. discussion may include medications or keeping a capture diary. In some cases the primary care veterinarian may recommend that your frump be seen by a veterinarian neurology specialist for far diagnostic testing and advanced concern.

If your pet is experiencing an emergency involving seizures, contact your emergency animal hospital immediately. Any time you cannot reach your primary care veterinarian, our team at Carolina Veterinary Specialists are here to help with 24/7 vet emergency services. 

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My walk with Winston

You can learn a lot about yourself while walking with the dog. Winston is a Boston terrier, who is pretty stubborn and does things his way. The analogy I would put into this would be, tying a dog to a shopping cart. You can either go along with the shopping cart and see where it’s going to go, or you can fight against the shopping cart and not go anywhere.