#puppy regressor things

[softpawpup]

— puppy regressor things !!

needs lots of enrichment, lots of games and walks and attention

very treat and praise motivated

gets a bit anxious about ' vet ' and ' grooming ' appointments

loves having littermates and playmates, usually quite social

very vocal, lots of whines and yips and barks and growls

loves having dog beds but loves sleeping in bed with their caregiver / owner / trainer even more

playful nibbles and nips

distracted easily

responds well to pet names and nicknames

leaves paw prints everywhere of course

oral fixation baby

[raichuu-agere]

Does anyone else feel like their regression isn’t linked with a certain age? I feel 9 and want to ride my bike with no parents and get dirty in the garden but I want to do it with a pacifier in my mouth and a sippy cup in my hand

[ozzieisstinky]

sit onb chare :)

[fangthroat]

pomeranian

[baby-you-you]

Could you do a bat regressor please?

things for a bat regressor !!

🦇 activities

Hanging out (literally) in a blanket or hammock Watching bat/nature documentaries or bat-themed cartoons (Stellaluna, Hotel Transylvania) Coloring pages with bats, moons, or caves Making paper bats or bat wings from craft supplies Playing with glow-in-the-dark or UV-reactive toys Flashlight play in a dark room (like echo-location!) Flying game (running around with wings and "flying" noises) Hide-and-seek in the dark (with a caregiver)

🦇 Clothes

Cozy pajamas with bat prints (stars, moons, or Halloween-y) Hoodie with bat wings under the sleeves Fleece onesie in black, purple, or grey Earmuffs or a headband with bat ears Cape or wearable wings for flapping Glow-in-the-dark socks or night-themed slippers Fingerless gloves

🦇 Toys

Bat plushies (Stellaluna, TY Beanie Bat, handmade bats) Squishmallow bats or fidgety bat-themed toys Stuffies with crinkly wings or glow eyes Hanging hammock for plush friends Echo-location toy game (use sounds to find things) Flashlight projector (bats, moons, stars) Hanging sensory toys with bells or shakers Little "cave" setup with blankets

🦇 Games

Bat-themed coloring apps Matching game with night animals or fruit bats Pretend cave exploration (hide small “bugs” or fruit) Echo-location tag (only allowed to find things with sounds!) Flapping game — fly from spot to spot on a “hunt” Hide-and-hang: hang upside down or curl in a blanket to “sleep” (Not for too long!!) Fruit hunt — collect pretend fruit around the room “Bat school” pretend play — learning how to fly, hang, and squeak

🦇 Food & Drinks

Warm fruit punch or berry juice Grapes or berries (fruit bat snacks!) Banana slices or apples with cinnamon Mini sandwiches shaped like bats or moons Chocolate pudding "mud" with fruit bugs (gummy worms) Black or purple yogurt (with sprinkles or crushed Oreos!) Bat trail mix (fruit, mini cookies, cereal) Warm drink in a cauldron-style cup (hot chocolate or berry tea)

🦇 Nicknames

Lil' bat Little bat Echoer Flappy Squeaker Snugglewing baby bat Baby boo boo bat little noctic cryptid cutie

[bugsb1te]

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 cute pictures i found of me on pinterest  ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

[gilearstimboards]

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Regressor!Steve Harrington

I see him as a flip but I think his regressor vibes are different than his caregiver vibes, so I'm making separate ones. :)

Credits: x x x | x x x | x x x

[milkbonemawxie]

Pup got a proper collar yesterday!!! So very grateful for my friends, who are so accepting :3c They took me on a walk with a fancy leash and everything!!! It was nice to just be led around for a while ^^

[paxthepuppycat]

hey there, you lovely little critter !! i've seen your board and they are so very pretty, i simply cannot ignore their sheer beauty ! :O i was wondering if you had requests open, and if so, could i perhaps request a red merle collie stimboard with additional themes of dinosaurs, stars and general kidcore stuff ? :3

Stimboard!

I’m not sure if this is the red Merle collie but it looked the most similar to it <3

Surprisingly I couldn’t find any good Dino’s :(

hope you like it tho!

[f0x-pawzzzz]

idk

sometimes i wish i had like a yandere to obsess over me

bc like they would be so obbsesed i wouldnt worry about being left

i could get treated like the puppy i am (in a sfw way)

but all the yans are like adults and im 13 ://

same with masked men

idk i just wanna be loved in a certain way

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The Ridge- REPUBLISHED

Into the Wilderness: Part 6

Our rented SUV was one of the last in the parent caravan. We drove along winding paved roads until we turned off onto dirt pathways, passing white clapboard houses nestled among the hills, weathered with moss, a lone horse, a few sheep hugging dilapidated barns. Then, we turned off those dirt roads onto pitted tracks created by other four wheelers. We navigated slowly up the mountain, wheels edging steep declines. We bumped over rocks, tree branches scraping our doors. We passed an overflowing stream.

Finally, the line slowed and stopped. In what seemed like practiced unison, SUVs turned slightly off the tracks. The forest was damp and thick, the soil emitting steam as the sun warmed it. The Blue Ridge Mountains in Georgia are actually a temperate rainforest and that becomes obvious the moment you crack open your car door. The moisture and heat- it was now late August- envelope you.

All around us was green. If our teens were camped in these woods, seeing them through the trees was nearly impossible. Chuck and I got out of our SUV and followed the other parents walking toward an incline about a half mile down the path. A sense of human presence started to emerge. An abandoned steel tent frame gleamed in a clearing- not from our campers; they have strict rules to leave the forest as they find it. In the distance, smoke from a campfire wafted through the green light. We walked toward it.

All around us, teens and parents had begun to re-unite. Rustling undergrowth, excited screams: the teens rushed to meet their parents.

Far down on the path, was a spot of red. As we walked, it formed into a shape, then a figure. It was unloading food supplies from the back of an SUV. The figured stopped and faced our direction.

Squinting, Chuck asked, "Is that Catina?" We couldn't tell. We walked closer. And as we did the figure began to sprint toward us. And then we knew. This was our girl.

We ran. She ran, clouds of dirt rising around her like Pigpen from Charlie Brown. We came together, grabbing hold and squeezing in an enormous hug.

The first thing I noticed was how bad she smelled. And how smelling so bad, she still smelled good. Every mother knows the scent of her child. It's there from the first moment your child is in your arms and you bury your nose in the soft spot where the neck meets the shoulder.

That was the smell I noticed, along with sweat and body odor. Deoderant attracts mosquitos and flies so the teens avoid it.

Next, I noticed her clear eyes. And her dimpled smile. She was happy, not just to see us, but happy. Her body showed it. She had a confidence she had never carried before.

She had firmed up from the hiking and healthy eating. The teens do not eat processed foods and can only have limited amounts of honey as a rare treat. She was covered in bug bites, red welts dotting her arms, ankles and calves. She wore a long-sleeved red windbreaker and splotched khakis, an orange vest with fluorescent tape and a mismatched pair of crocs, one blue, one orange (see our photo in the About page), without socks.

Chuck and I wore "I heart Catina Wipper" T-shirts. In her last letter home, Catina had asked Chuck to adopt her, and we wanted to surprise her with his answer. Just two days before, we had found a small printing shop in Clayton, Georgia that could make our T-shirts in a day. The T-shirt was hidden beneath our buttoned shirts and we opened them in a big "ta da."

We were together again. After eight long weeks of separation.

We walked to the clearing where they had set up camp. In the center was a big tarp with a campfire. The teens learn how to start a fire using self-made bow drills. Designated campers tend the fire to keep it continually burning. No fire means eating peanut butter in big spoonfuls from the jar or handfuls of GORP.

Each teen was assigned a pack of necessities weighing about 40 pounds: sleeping bag, school and therapy notebooks, water bottles, food supplies, bowl and spoon, a change of clothes, bags for collecting waste, a toothbrush. The packs were piled in a mound about 20 feet from the center tarp. A constructed bathing area and latrine were at opposite ends of the camp, both lined with tarps for privacy. Above the camp, on a ridge, the teens had set up their tents. Each day, they choose a favorite spot for sleeping. This one had a view of nearby mountains, blue and hazy in the distance like a smudged charcoal drawing.

The teens had settled down with their parents, excited to tell them about living in the wilderness. They were all so proud. They had lived outside for weeks tending to their own needs. While different issues had brought them together, the underlying issue was often the same: anxiety, depression, low self-esteem. But now they had discovered they could thrive- through storms, heat waves, bug bites, pesky critters, slips and falls.

Catina took our hands and led us up a hill above the camp to a rocky nook shaded by trees. Chuck and I unfolded our chairs, portable, legless contraptions that suspend a body in a reclining position. These "chairs" are provided only to teens who have reached a certain level in their progress- an incentive to work hard. Visiting parents are warned not to give our chairs away, or to let our kids sit in them.

We checked in. How were we each feeling? Excited, happy, complete. Catina told us about her days- what time they rise, packing up, unpacking, hiking off trails, setting up camp, cooking meals, cleaning up. She had never camped a single day in her life before wilderness, and now she loved being in the deep woods, sitting quietly with a book or journal, or staring endlessly at the beauty of it all.

We talked about a lot of things. Her letters. Her inventories. Her memories. Her new-found love of reading. Her regret. Our regret. An awful, violent incident she had hidden from us and blamed herself for because it had happened at a party she shouldn't have been at. What had led her here, to this place, this moment.

When we returned to the camp, dinner prep was underway, a counselor watching as they cubed raw chicken and cut up vegetables, sauteed in a big skillet over the open flame. They made pasta with chicken and vegetables, simple and good. Catina added sriracha, gobbled it down and wiped her bowl clean with leaves from the ground. When I couldn't finish my serving, she was happy to eat more.

Joy. I had never seen her so in her body, so present to herself. She was just Catina. The Catina that is Catina. Not the Catina that anyone else wanted her to be.

As the sun began to set, we hiked up the hill to the ridge where they had lined their tents. I captured a fallen branch as a walking stick to help heave myself up the mountain and across the uneven terrain.

Catina had chosen to place her tent last, at the far end of the ridge. She tied it between trees, a sharp inverted V high off the ground so she could see the sky and feel the night wind. We crawled underneath, removed our hiking boots and handed them to the counselors. We loosened our clothes and laid on top of our sleeping bags, arms and legs interlinked, staring at the moon through the branches. We repeatedly whispered, "I love you." There was not much more to say.

We lay on this ridge of mountain. The ridge seemed endless, stretching across the Appalachian shelf. It had risen millions of years ago, rock crashing together, thrusting upward, a massive tectonic shift continuing to reshape the landscape even today. And here we were now, on this ridge, together. We too had collided, fault lines rippling through our lives. We had forged new selves out of this, our own seismic event. Here on this ancient ridge, we knew we had come far.

Source: The Ridge- REPUBLISHED

[softpawpup]

puppyre playmate things !! ( request from anon )

likes to take turns chasing each other around the house

never wants to leave the park after a playdate

gets muddy and will get you muddy too (sometimes on purpose)

likes to play catch outside and tug o war inside

hand makes treats with you before the playdate to snack on

loves to share their toys with you

will dump out all their toys in front of you so you can see their collection

rolls over in front of you during play time

when they get excited they bark at you and jump around

their tail wags so much when they get to have a playdate with you

usually likes have meat snacks when they get hungry, but always makes sure to have alternatives for you

likes wearing matching collars with their playmates

will take naps on top of you after getting tuckered out from playing

[mimpimuttgirl]

"yeah I got that dog in me 😎"

the dog:

[raichuu-agere]

Things in my agere/petre bedroom (dubbed raichuu’s autism cave)!!!

- box of stuffies and other toys!

- weighted blanket on my bed

- two other blankets of different textures and weights

- bookshelf full of picture books, comics, books on my special interests, and coloring/sticker books

- stuffed toys with crinkly stuff (my favorite stimmy thing ever!)

- warm lamps because the god light is too overstimulating for me

- unscented weighted and microwaveable capybara stuffy for cramps

- cartoon paintings my cousin made me!

- tons and tons and tons of stickers

- ibuprofen because I get headaches all the time

- lotion for my dry hands and my super sensitive nose

- my emotional support doggo! ↓ ↓

And yes the doggy photo dump was a hundred pawcent necessary.

[aqualuvrr]

agere/petre in the toy aisle is real real dangerous

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The Ridge- REPUBLISHED

Into the Wilderness: Part 6

Our rented SUV was one of the last in the parent caravan. We drove along winding paved roads until we turned off onto dirt pathways, passing white clapboard houses nestled among the hills, weathered with moss, a lone horse, a few sheep hugging dilapidated barns. Then, we turned off those dirt roads onto pitted tracks created by other four wheelers. We navigated slowly up the mountain, wheels edging steep declines. We bumped over rocks, tree branches scraping our doors. We passed an overflowing stream.

Finally, the line slowed and stopped. In what seemed like practiced unison, SUVs turned slightly off the tracks. The forest was damp and thick, the soil emitting steam as the sun warmed it. The Blue Ridge Mountains in Georgia are actually a temperate rainforest and that becomes obvious the moment you crack open your car door. The moisture and heat- it was now late August- envelope you.

All around us was green. If our teens were camped in these woods, seeing them through the trees was nearly impossible. Chuck and I got out of our SUV and followed the other parents walking toward an incline about a half mile down the path. A sense of human presence started to emerge. An abandoned steel tent frame gleamed in a clearing- not from our campers; they have strict rules to leave the forest as they find it. In the distance, smoke from a campfire wafted through the green light. We walked toward it.

All around us, teens and parents had begun to re-unite. Rustling undergrowth, excited screams: the teens rushed to meet their parents.

Far down on the path, was a spot of red. As we walked, it formed into a shape, then a figure. It was unloading food supplies from the back of an SUV. The figured stopped and faced our direction.

Squinting, Chuck asked, "Is that Catina?" We couldn't tell. We walked closer. And as we did the figure began to sprint toward us. And then we knew. This was our girl.

We ran. She ran, clouds of dirt rising around her like Pigpen from Charlie Brown. We came together, grabbing hold and squeezing in an enormous hug.

The first thing I noticed was how bad she smelled. And how smelling so bad, she still smelled good. Every mother knows the scent of her child. It's there from the first moment your child is in your arms and you bury your nose in the soft spot where the neck meets the shoulder.

That was the smell I noticed, along with sweat and body odor. Deoderant attracts mosquitos and flies so the teens avoid it.

Next, I noticed her clear eyes. And her dimpled smile. She was happy, not just to see us, but happy. Her body showed it. She had a confidence she had never carried before.

She had firmed up from the hiking and healthy eating. The teens do not eat processed foods and can only have limited amounts of honey as a rare treat. She was covered in bug bites, red welts dotting her arms, ankles and calves. She wore a long-sleeved red windbreaker and splotched khakis, an orange vest with fluorescent tape and a mismatched pair of crocs, one blue, one orange (see our photo in the About page), without socks.

Chuck and I wore "I heart Catina Wipper" T-shirts. In her last letter home, Catina had asked Chuck to adopt her, and we wanted to surprise her with his answer. Just two days before, we had found a small printing shop in Clayton, Georgia that could make our T-shirts in a day. The T-shirt was hidden beneath our buttoned shirts and we opened them in a big "ta da."

We were together again. After eight long weeks of separation.

We walked to the clearing where they had set up camp. In the center was a big tarp with a campfire. The teens learn how to start a fire using self-made bow drills. Designated campers tend the fire to keep it continually burning. No fire means eating peanut butter in big spoonfuls from the jar or handfuls of GORP.

Each teen was assigned a pack of necessities weighing about 40 pounds: sleeping bag, school and therapy notebooks, water bottles, food supplies, bowl and spoon, a change of clothes, bags for collecting waste, a toothbrush. The packs were piled in a mound about 20 feet from the center tarp. A constructed bathing area and latrine were at opposite ends of the camp, both lined with tarps for privacy. Above the camp, on a ridge, the teens had set up their tents. Each day, they choose a favorite spot for sleeping. This one had a view of nearby mountains, blue and hazy in the distance like a smudged charcoal drawing.

The teens had settled down with their parents, excited to tell them about living in the wilderness. They were all so proud. They had lived outside for weeks tending to their own needs. While different issues had brought them together, the underlying issue was often the same: anxiety, depression, low self-esteem. But now they had discovered they could thrive- through storms, heat waves, bug bites, pesky critters, slips and falls.

Catina took our hands and led us up a hill above the camp to a rocky nook shaded by trees. Chuck and I unfolded our chairs, portable, legless contraptions that suspend a body in a reclining position. These "chairs" are provided only to teens who have reached a certain level in their progress- an incentive to work hard. Visiting parents are warned not to give our chairs away, or to let our kids sit in them.

We checked in. How were we each feeling? Excited, happy, complete. Catina told us about her days- what time they rise, packing up, unpacking, hiking off trails, setting up camp, cooking meals, cleaning up. She had never camped a single day in her life before wilderness, and now she loved being in the deep woods, sitting quietly with a book or journal, or staring endlessly at the beauty of it all.

We talked about a lot of things. Her letters. Her inventories. Her memories. Her new-found love of reading. Her regret. Our regret. An awful, violent incident she had hidden from us and blamed herself for because it had happened at a party she shouldn't have been at. What had led her here, to this place, this moment.

When we returned to the camp, dinner prep was underway, a counselor watching as they cubed raw chicken and cut up vegetables, sauteed in a big skillet over the open flame. They made pasta with chicken and vegetables, simple and good. Catina added sriracha, gobbled it down and wiped her bowl clean with leaves from the ground. When I couldn't finish my serving, she was happy to eat more.

Joy. I had never seen her so in her body, so present to herself. She was just Catina. The Catina that is Catina. Not the Catina that anyone else wanted her to be.

As the sun began to set, we hiked up the hill to the ridge where they had lined their tents. I captured a fallen branch as a walking stick to help heave myself up the mountain and across the uneven terrain.

Catina had chosen to place her tent last, at the far end of the ridge. She tied it between trees, a sharp inverted V high off the ground so she could see the sky and feel the night wind. We crawled underneath, removed our hiking boots and handed them to the counselors. We loosened our clothes and laid on top of our sleeping bags, arms and legs interlinked, staring at the moon through the branches. We repeatedly whispered, "I love you." There was not much more to say.

We lay on this ridge of mountain. The ridge seemed endless, stretching across the Appalachian shelf. It had risen millions of years ago, rock crashing together, thrusting upward, a massive tectonic shift continuing to reshape the landscape even today. And here we were now, on this ridge, together. We too had collided, fault lines rippling through our lives. We had forged new selves out of this, our own seismic event. Here on this ancient ridge, we knew we had come far.

Source: The Ridge- REPUBLISHED

[baby-you-you]

hii wuff :3 can you do stuffs 4 golden retriever puppy please ^w^

Things for a Golden Retriever Puppy Regressor !!!

🧈 Activities

Watching dog videos or cartoons (like Bluey or Paw Patrol) Cuddling while being brushed or pet Coloring dog-themed coloring pages Gentle tug-of-war with plush toys Going on a walk around the house or street Fetch (indoors with soft toys)

🧈 Clothes

Soft onesie in golden or yellow tones Fluffy hoodie with ears or a tail Paw print socks or paw-shaped slippers Puppy bibs or drool cloths Fuzzy pajamas with bone or puppy designs Bandana instead of collar! Puppy hoodie with floppy ears

🧈 Toys

Stuffed golden retriever or dog plushie Squeaky toys Fetch balls Rope toys for gentle tug Baby teethers Treat-dispensing toys Ball pit Plush dog bed or crate fort

🧈 Games

Dog-themed coloring app or game Matching cards with dog breeds Roleplay as a good puppy with a “trainer” or caregiver Hide-and-seek with toys (sniffing game!) Doggy daycare pretend play “Agility course” using pillows and chairs Fetch “Bark to Talk” — communicating only in woofs

🧈 Foods & Drinks

Pup-safe snacks (like applesauce pouches or soft fruits) Yogurt in a dog bowl (puppy pretend style!) Milk or warm vanilla drink in a bottle/sippy “Kibble” cereal in a dish (like Cocoa Puffs) Puppy chow mix (Peanut butter cereal with powdered sugar!) Hot dog bites or little meatballs Doggy-themed bento box Bone-shaped cookies

🧈 nicknames

Goldie pup Waggy Fluff Sunpup Good pup Wiggle Sniffer

[bugsb1te]

Within this human guise, I am but a puppy in essence. I whimper softly and occasionally bark, playfully exploring the world.

Toys are my treasures, to be chewed and tumbled, spreading joy with each toss, creating mischief in my wake.

Nestled close to my loved ones, seeking comfort and warmth, gentle and small, embracing my innocent canine spirit.