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god knew id be too powerful if I was socialized properly
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i bring a "poor people can own happy, fullfilled and healthy dogs" vibe to the dogbook comments that the people who spend my entire paycheck on their large dog's raw food dont like
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the marten and the stoat
@marvelousanodyne you know what? yeah. that would be very bad.
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Im curious about something so if you grew up with dogs please answer
I grew up with a black labrador/weimeraner mix and now labs are simply everything to me.
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This is how Koda begs for food.
"I'm so hungry I'm eating the table, pls feed me" 🥺
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hey this week is monumentally awful so you should reblog and tell me in ur tags if ur pets like being picked up or not for me
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anybody else going through life feeling like a dog that wasn't socialized enough as a puppy
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we have to write poems in my creative writing certificate program, so I pieced something together from Belphie's medical reports
my professor really liked this and said that it should be 'the nucleus of a chapbook' (so like 15-30 poems of the same theme that I would attempt to get published) but now I feel awkward because I think that she thinks HE DIED? but it turns out, everything will be alright! his heart recovered! the FIP meds are working!
if I do make a chapbook, this will be the next page:
and then this will be the page after that:
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Reblog if its ok to spam you with boops
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Among the tens of thousands of people who risked their lives to stay home, fear of abandoning their animals was a primary reason for that decision. But even after the levees broke and thousands of men, women, and children were stranded on their rooftops, sometimes for days, rescuers did not allow the displaced to bring their pets into emergency facilities. Some residents had to be forced at gunpoint to leave their companions behind.
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"There is a class issue involved here," Karen Dawn, an animal advocate, wrote in The Washington Post. "While Marriott hotels welcomed the pets of Katrina evacuees as ‘part of the family,’ people who had to rely on the Red Cross for shelter were forced to abandon that part of the family or attempt to ride out the storm. It cannot be denied that many poor people are dead as a result of 'no pets' policies."
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"There’s no question that the pit bulls were separated out and treated differently [during the rescue effort]," a woman named Molly Gibb, who traveled to the Gulf to help lost pets after the hurricane, told me. "The media has done a very good job of 'de-dogging' the pit bull." Gibb would later foster a shy red-and-white pit bull that had been found tied to her dead owner, who had drowned. When the dog was picked up, she was wearing a fancy leather dress collar with metal studs on it, something Gibb recognized must have cost a good amount of money. "That man gave his life to save his dog," Gibb said, her voice trembling, "and other rescuers were complaining about what kind of collar she had on." (Later, the dog would be adopted by a pastor who took her to church with him on Sundays. He named her Faith.)
— Bronwen Dickey, Pit Bull (2016)
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A year ago today this little yellow dog arrived in my life. We were unsure of each other at first – it took some time for us to warm up to each other. There were instances early on when this tiny ball of fluff seemed too much for me and I was afraid I’d damage him. But, over this admittedly short amount of time (in the grand scheme of things), we have built love and trust and strength and we both work hard to maintain it.
Luca has brought a lot of light and joy into my life this past year and I didn’t realise how much I needed that, nor how much I value it. He is young and he is good and I know he’ll be curled around my heart for the rest of my life.
I’m away from this smallest fireball right now, but I know as soon as I get home he will burst with warm excitement and pure giddiness. My mum tells me that he is not stressed now, while we are away. I hope that means I have created in him a strong sense of security, that he knows, no matter what, I will return and while I am away he will be looked after.
My partner and I didn’t really want to move back to Darwin two years ago, but circumstances forced us to and our consolation prize was Luca. And he was certainly worth it. If I’d have looked at my life back then, I’d never have expected to be in Darwin for this long and I would never have expected this little yellow dog, this burning bright boy, to have changed me so much. But here we still are, and changed me he has. And all I have to give him is thanks.
He came to us two years ago, and I can only look forward to every year we will have with him.
Three years with the tiniest spark, the smallest fireball, the light of my life. He has given much muchness to my life.
Such a small little thing, capable of such brilliance.
In the last year I feel we have grown stronger, learnt more about each other, and settled into a familiar calm. He knows my routines, he feels secure in them. And when they inevitably have to change, he adapts. It comforts me to know that he is resilient, that he is sure of himself and his place in the world. His courage inspires me.
Such a small little thing, braving the world.
Having Luca in my life makes me rich. He is gold, he is treasure. He reminds me to look beyond my own perspective. He reminds me to be humble. We have achieved the things we have in the time we have because that’s what we can do. We are where we are meant to be. But he reminds me to always keep trying, because he is every single day.
Such a small little thing, full of good.
In the last few years of my life I have experienced a lot of regret. I have made a lot of poor choices. I have struggled with who I am. Luca’s presence in my life is none of those things. He came at just the right time. He was the perfect choice. He helps me figure out who I am.
Such a small little thing, such a huge part of me.
Today marks four years with Luca in my life. I could write thousands of words about this dog (and I have, as this blog shows) but all I want to do today is acknowledge his presence. Marvel, once again, at how such an infinitesimally small piece of the universe has made such a profound change in my life. Life is full of coincidences or miracles or flukes or chances. Against unfathomable odds, it’s you, Luca. You are my dog. My friend. My heart.
It is five years with Luca today. This year I changed everything by welcoming another dog into his life. His response was to accept, to adapt, to share, and to continue to find the joy in each moment. He has remained resilient, optimistic, playful, curious and self-assured. He’s a good dog, and I am lucky to know him.
Today marks six years with Luca.
He has taught me how to see differently, to enter a world where we can grow, share and love together.
He has changed my life. I’ll be always grateful to call this fireball my dog. And I know that in his dog-shaped sense of the world he feels most at home with me.
I’m lucky; my dog and I are very good friends.
I almost can’t believe it’s been 7 years with Luca. Each day with this dog is a joy and a comfort. He is such a wonderful friend and companion and his presence is so stable. He is still my beacon, the light of my life, who guides me through the turbulence and the confusion of human life. Whatever happens, I know that Luca will always just be.
It is a privilege to have seen him grow, take root and become the dog that he is. I know that he is reaching his senior years, but he is as youthful and energetic as ever. I look forward to experiencing his future self, I know he will continue to shine.
It’s been 8 years today since I met Luca – the light of my life, the tiniest spark, the smallest fireball.
What I love most about Luca is his optimism. After 8 years he is still sure that the world is made for him, that opportunities abound at every corner, that all experiences will be fantastic until proven otherwise. And when things don’t turn out to be so great, he shakes it off (literally!) and starts again.
Being my first dog as an adult, raising Luca I made plenty of mistakes, training him I shed plenty of tears, growing with him I’ve fostered many regrets. But time with him has never been wasted. Looking back, I would change things to make his life better if I could, but I would never change him.
It’s been 9 years with Luca in my life. I have been reflecting recently about how I knew going into it that I was going to treat Luca differently to how I treated past animals. I knew that I wanted to have a kinder, more cooperative and involved relationship with a dog and that I was going to put effort into training and husbandry. In the 9 years since then, I have learned so much and changed a lot about my approach to dogs and it’s all thanks to Luca. Through it all, everything I’ve thrown at him, he has remained fundamentally optimistic. His approach to the world has always been brave and self-assured. His imperfections, his quirks, his shortcomings – none of these truly matter in the grand scheme of things. To him, every day is a new opportunity to be who he is and get what he wants.
I love this dog and his sunny disposition. Here’s to many more years together.
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A sleepy sleepy little girl yawns and snuggles down on my hand.
“i didn’t know you were uncomfortable” dude my ears were pinned and the whites of my eyes were showing. bro did you not see me excessively licking my lips and yawning
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cats dont even know how baby they are. they probably think theyre wise and dangerous and respectable but theyre actually little baby guys. we know this. its obvious to us that theyre small and baby. but they dont know
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someone gift me a CKCS right now