#Her owners were rehoming her

[016s]

New tarantula purchased yesterday :)) now I have two blondies

[queensparklekitten]

y'know there's something kinda funny about how my first dog actually did go to live on a farm with other dogs

[border-collie]

Nothing has been has been a bigger ego boost than the owner of every dog I have turned down in the last six months telling me that I am the perfect match for that dog.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not informing my pet's previous owner that he died?

I adopted a gecko off of Kijiji around a year ago. She had a different name when I adopted her but I ended up renaming her Fingergun when I adopted her. It was clear that her original owner cared about her quite a lot and after talking to her, I realized she was only rehoming because she was moving into university and couldn't bring Fingergun with her.

After I picked Fingergun up, her owner messaged asking how she was settling in and I sent her some pictures and said she was doing well with some specifics on her behaviour. Over the next week, her owner messaged every day or two for updates. I was happy to provide them, especially since it was obvious that Fingergun was very loved and cared for. I rescue and rehabilite reptiles fairly frequently (Not as an official rescue, just over Kijiji or Facebook Marketplace, sometimes partnering with official rescues) so it's rare for me to see somebody in as good condition as Fingergun. It's important to note that I got Fingergun for myself, not as a rescue/rehab case (Which I usually rehome or pass on to some rescues I partner with when I can).

Over the next few months the requests for updates kept coming but less and less frequently until around three months ago before Fingergun died, when they stopped completely. I expected that her owner had moved on and I didn't want to send unsolicited updates in case I jeopardized the healing process or annoyed her or something.

Well, around three months ago I had a house fire due to entirely unpreventable causes. I wasn't home and was honestly devastated when I found out. I lost Fingergun and one of my cats (I was at the vet with two new rescues and had just dropped the other cat at the groomers when it happened).

Although I only had her for a year, I really loved Fingergun. I handled her every day and we were working on some minimal training.

The whole issue here came up only recently, about a week ago.

Because there hadn't been any more messages from Fingergun's original owner, I decided not to tell her what had happened. I didn't see any reason to upset her out of the blue, especially when I know it was mid-exams for her uni and I hadn't heard from her in months. I honestly thought the update requests had stopped until she messaged a week ago, asking how Fingergun was doing.

I was honest and told her what had happened. I also sent her a couple pictures of Fingergun from the day before. She was silent for a day or so before she responded and essentially asked why I kept it from her/didn't tell her sooner and insinuating that the fire didn't happen/I made it up to cover something up.

I haven't responded yet since I'm still busy dealing with the insurance and stuff from the fire and I'm honestly at a bit of a loss here. I'm not good with people, there's a reason I refer my critters, but am I the asshole here? Should I have told her when it happened or even just lied and told her everything was fine when she asked?

[redux-iterum]

I got to ask, why did Rosy’s owners rehome her litter so fast? Also what were their names if any was noted down? And will we possibly ever see one again?

I imagine that the owners weren't wild about having a ton of kittens running around and causing mayhem, and just wanted them out of there quickly. I'm sure they love Rosy but don't fully understand the needs and desires of cats. Remember that they had people coming over to play with newborn kittens and were picking them up and messing with them, and when Rosy tried to get them to stop, they put her away. They probably think everything's fine and the kits are in good homes and they did the right thing, which was sure convenient for their own interests. You know how humans are.

As for the other two questions: we never named or even designed any of the other kittens, so feel free to go wild with your imagination. If we'll see them again...most likely not, so far as we have planned ahead.

[lionheartsgray]

So much has happened back-to-back these past few weeks that I forgot to post some very important news on my bunblr: there's a new bunny in the house! Meet the 9 lbs, 11 oz high-energy Jammy! ❤️

I've been looking to adopt a boyfriend for/to bond to Toto. I hadn't heard a response back on my application with a local rescue when I saw a post in my town's FB information page of someone rehoming a male rabbit because he kept fighting with the person's other rabbit.

The truth of it all ended up being that Jammy's owner was some kid who even admitted that she knew nothing about rabbits; neither rabbit was fixed, which was why they were fighting, and she was feeding both a seed/muesli mix (not good for rabbits) and kept the one in tiny hutch, and the other (Jammy) in a tiny, wire bottom cage, outside in a yard with multiple dogs, cats, and chickens.

Day 1 of bringing this beauty home and we established that Jammy is a GIRL and that she is incredibly sweet! This baby spent 2 years in cramped conditions, with poor "food", nothing to do, and had very little interaction. We set her up in a large xpen with lots of fresh hay and water, her own potty pan, toys, and blankets and she couldn't stop the kisses and binkies! She is absolutely precious and playful and wants attention 24/7, so much so that she whines and stomps at you if she's not being paid attention to, or if you-heaven forbid-stop petting her for a millisecond.

Of course, our goal is to get her spayed ASAP to prevent uterine cancer, and cut down on her naughty hormonal behaviors that have come with being a goofy handful. Unfortunately, the first appointment we can get with our exotic vet isn't until August of this year. But other than that, she appears to be healthy and free of mites, infections, or sickness! She will still be bonded to Toto in the future and I think she has the perfect playful personality that will match with the Bean(tm)'s. It will be a hilarious juxtaposition to have one giant black bunny bonded to one tiny black bunny! 🤣

And so 3 becomes 4...Welcome home, Jammy, March 25, 2024.

[homeofhousechickens]

Sometimes a chicken isnt a good fit for being a house chicken! It really depends on the bird. This is about a Polish named Karen who i rehomed quite quickly after acquiring her. Rehoming is sometimes a taboo subject in some places but really that decision is almost always made with the animals best interest at heart and that also goes for this bird below. So if your someone who may need to rehome breeding birds (or perhaps a pet when circumstances change) maybe this positive story can ease some anxiety and give you a good template for how it should go.

Karen came to me in 2019 to retire here as a house chicken since she had slowed down laying for her breeder and he no longer wanted Polish. She was a good hen to him and he wanted her to go somewhere where she would be pampered and taken care of so she went to me especially since at the time my silkie (also from the same breeder) wasnt integrating with my other birds. I wanted to get him a familiar friend so Karen was the best option. Despite being raised as a confined bird who was raised in a building Karen was very stressed living in the house. She would stay very still in one place or she would constantly make very upset noises that were very loud and sounded like a kookaburra. The other birds accepted her gladly but she was uncomfortable around them and did not adjust well to a house chicken lifestyle. I knew she wasnt enjoying what was supposed to be her peaceful retirement so i reached out to a friend who has a very well taken care of flock and arranged for him to take her in. This person had bought birds from me before and was very kind and gentle. They were known for taking in special needs birds and didnt mind older laying hens so when he saw her he was very happy about taking her in. I really like this family as they spoil their birds and have a lot of outdoor space for their free ranging flock At her new place Karen was very nervous at first since not only had she been moved twice but i also gave her a "haircut" so she could see better which could be quite different then her typical obscured vision. Eventually though she warmed up to her new place and now she is high in the pecking order and going on 8-9 years now which is an old age for a Polish. She likes to boss everyone around and loves to complain when the weather doesnt suit her which delights and amuses her owners. To this day Karen is a happy girl who is enjoying her perfect retirement and is a great example on how rehoming can be the best decision for a bird. Below you can see her upset protests that were much louder in person and very grating on the ears

When she got to her new home she followed their dog around for a bit and even came inside

She even got to learn the "joys" of being rained on (she did not enjoy it and as you can see she went indoors lol)

Eventually she established herself and is a very happy

And when i rehomed Nebby and Baby bird i knew who would be the perfect home for them and Karen welcomed them gladly <3 I am so thankful Karen welcomed them so kindly as chickens can be quite mean to new flock members.

[shadowkira]

I need a hug. :(

Clients came in with a very sick kitten who had failure to thrive. They immediately told us they had no money but the kitten was limp. The nurse rushed him to the treatment area because he was that limp.

Placed the owners in a room to speak with the doctor who went in and tried to explain to them that hospitalization would be $3,000+ and he may not survive. He is emaciated and they've had him since he was born.

She told them that their other option was euthanasia. When she told them this, they laughed at her. She held it together until she got to the treatment area and then broke down crying and the insensitive response from owner's who may have been high. They refused to be present for the euthanasia, claimed they couldn't "pay anything" and were still chuckling and laughing loud in the lobby.

Cats are not things. They are living, breathing creatures. If you cannot provide for them, rehome them. If you cannot provide for their dietary and medical needs then you need to spay / neuter to avoid THIS. It's not humane and it's also cruel to the medical staff who have to clean up your mess while you laugh in their fucking faces. She has to be the one to end that kitten's suffering, she has to be the one there when he takes his last breath because you didn't care to be present.

One of our nurses was cradling him to her chest so he could hear her heart beat up until he was gone. And I'm about to cry typing this up. I had to talk to them and get them to sign a consent for euthanasia while they're laughing and acting indifferent. So fucking hard. Jesus.

[anastasiapullingteeth]

Calm. Down. Stay.

{Or The Things I Learned While Training My Reactive Dog}

My submission for this year’s @aggressivelyarospec’s Aggressively Arospectacular event! **Disclaimer: this is not a guide on how to train a reactive dog. It’s just me talking about my own experience.** [CW for mentions of COVID, anxiety, disordered eating and general bad mental health.]

It was August 2020, five months into the COVID lockdown, and I was losing my mind.

I’ve always been introverted. More interested in staying in my comfort zone (home) and indulging in my own activities (lazing around), so as bad as this may sound, lockdown wasn’t really the problem. The previous year and a half of commuting for two hours to get to work, plus years of suffering from insomnia, anxiety, and other debilitating problems were. By the time the pandemic happened, I was walking on a tightrope and the recovery was taking longer than I’d anticipated. That was when my mom, with zero thought put into it I may add, decided we needed a dog and got a month-old puppy.

I’m not one of those people who consider their pets as their actual children, but dogs are, in fact, pretty much like kids in at least one thing: not everyone is prepared to have them, and wanting one is not reason enough to get one. And, boy, I wasn’t prepared.

Given the bad state of mind I was in, the shitty job I had (and still have), and the historical event unfolding in real time, it was safe to say I was barely capable of taking care of myself, let alone a pet, but my mom promised the dog was going to be hers and, since I didn’t have the heart to rehome the puppy, we took her in and named her Quimey (“beautiful” in Mapuche).

I had plenty of dogs while growing up, but Quimey is my first dog as an adult and, although she was supposed to be my mom’s, I’m the one responsible for everything concerning her: I feed her, take her to the vet, walk her, clean after her, pay for everything... It’s a full-time job on top of everything else I already have on my plate but, even though my mom wants to help, she can’t really do much because Quimey has way too much energy and her strength and impulsivity can be dangerous if handled wrong, so I ended up taking up the responsibility myself. How hard could it be, right? It’s a dog. Then, of course, it became way harder.

Due to her chronic illness, my mom couldn’t leave the house during that time between the beginning of the pandemic and the first vaccines, so I was in charge of groceries and anything else she needed. Due to a lot of different factors (particularly that she’d been separated from her mother way too soon), Quimey wasn’t properly socialized when we got her, so, in an attempt to fix this, she often came with me to do errands. 

She’s naturally nervous, so getting out of the house involved a lot of shaking, but nothing too bad to be considered a problem. The walks went okay and, after some time, she even stopped shaking, but then, one day as we waited our turn outside a store, she jumped on a random woman seemingly out of nowhere, scaring her. She didn’t actually bite her or even try to hurt her, but, from that moment on, I was a little wary of taking her with me in case she did it again so I tried to keep her at a safe distance from other people. It seemed to work and I thought we were back at a safe place, but I was wrong.

A couple of months later, Quimey was attacked by a neighbor's dog that’d been left outside without supervision. I managed to pick her up before the dog could do any damage, but, since we couldn’t really avoid him, he tried to attack her on several other occasions for at least a month or so, until the owners saw it and finally kept him inside. Sadly, that was enough to scare Quimey for life and the primary reason her reactivity began. She’s now terribly afraid of strangers and other dogs (particularly small ones) and is literally impossible to take her anywhere without her having what’s basically a panic attack. Trying to revert that as much as possible is what I’ve been aiming for for the past 3 years.

Living in a place that’s not pet friendly and without easy access to trainers and other specialists, having a reactive dog has been a journey, but one that, looking back, has taught me more than I’d expected.

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Puppies are hard to train, they’re basically just babies, but anyone who’s had a dog before they turn one year old knows that’s nothing compared to the teenage stage. Yes, dogs go through adolescence, just like us, and it’s just as bad as you imagine. If by then you manage to teach them anything, they will forget it. They won’t listen no matter what you do and sometimes will even purposely disobey you. Avoiding shouting becomes a challenge and so far I was failing.

I’m not a person of soft emotions. I’m anxious, impatient, and temperamental, and my anger issues, although not as bad now, are very much something I still struggle with. Over the years, I’ve done my best to manage and redirect those emotions, but having a fearful reactive dog can certainly push you to the edge and test your patience because they’re harder to train and difficult to be with if you lack the knowledge to help them.

In dogs like Quimey, on top of the confusing teenage state, fear takes up their minds when they’re around a trigger and they basically lock themselves in a never-ending fight or flight response; in that scenario, they won’t listen to you not because they’re being disobedient, but because they can’t. Their bodies are fighting for survival and the last thing they need is having you screaming desperately because they’re pulling at the leash or barking, so, in order to get her to calm down, the first thing I had to learn was to be calm myself. What an impossible task! Years and years of trying had proved I couldn’t do it, but I needed to. I had to.

Dogs mirror our emotions; if I wanted to show her there was nothing to fear, I had to believe it first.

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Dogs, as well as anyone else, are unique and what could work for one won’t do much for others. Each of them has its own process and sometimes it’s ok to just wait for things to pass and manage what you can until it gets better. As a teenager, Quimey was constantly trying to escape, barked at everything that moved, and got up in the middle of the night looking for things to play with or food to steal. It was the worst six months I experienced as a dog owner because all the progress we’d achieved until then was lost. Luckily, my sister, who’s had a similar experience with her own dog, helped me with some advice. Once I understood what was happening, I took a deep breath and established a routine. 

As I said before, Quimey is high energy and needs help managing it in a way that’s safe and productive for her. So we implemented longer walks in a route that felt good for her, added scent games to stimulate her mind, practiced simple commands to control her impulsivity, and ran a few laps at night to burn all that pent-up energy that prevented her from having a full night's sleep. And it's working. Taking the time to assess the situation and try a solution is helping and something that was torturous at the beginning became bearable because I took my time. I was patient. The routine helps Quimey feel safer and more sure of herself because she no longer has to guess what is going to happen next; she is in the process of regaining control and lowering her guard, allowing her to enjoy what is around her instead of trying to run away from everything. And, what’s even more surprising, her routine is also helping me.

I’ve had trouble sleeping since I was a kid thanks to an overactive brain, and switching to full remote work due to the pandemic completely fucked any resemblance of a good sleep schedule I had so far, which wasn’t really impressive, to begin with. Routines had never done anything for me and, sometimes, having to keep a schedule for school or work even worsened my insomnia, which is the exact opposite of what one would expect. Having Quimey with me now, on the other hand, has improved my sleeping habits, not only allowing me to sleep most nights all night but also reducing the nightmares considerably.

Over the years I tried all kinds of tricks to sleep better and other things to lower my anxiety that never worked, but having a routine for Quimey did. What makes this one different? That I have a purpose. Getting better for oneself is what we all should aim for, but sometimes that’s not a good incentive when you don’t consider yourself worth it. Doing things for others can be a good first step towards healing and I already knew it’d worked for me in the past.

A few years ago, what took me out of a very long period of bad mental health was working with kids. Being surrounded by children whose parents neglected them in ways most people would dismiss pushed me to try to be the adult they needed and the one I didn’t have while growing up. I not only had to guide them academically, I also had to be able to be fully there to accompany them in their journey and that’s how I, almost accidentally, broke the streak of abnormal eating patterns and sleepless nights I'd been suffering from since I left college; adopting Quimey had more or less the same effect on me. 

Somewhere along the way I figured she, just like me, struggles to understand the world around her and her fear comes from a place of feeling inadequate to handle it. She needs someone to give her the tools to work around her big emotions and translate the things she still hasn’t fully grasped in terms she’s more familiar with. And, much like with those kids, I had to step in and be the support she needed and the one I didn’t have. And I’m trying to do that every day.

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Two years later, we still do most of the things we started her routine with, varying between the activities she gets tired of and adding stuff that fits her better as she ages. And we’re doing pretty well now.

I used to wonder what people did with reactive dogs before our generation got so obsessed with them that we started to treat them more like living things and not like objects, but then it occurred to me that, even if you think there’s more of them now because of the way the world has changed, most of the problematic dogs back in the day were abandoned or euthanized without giving them a chance or helping them overcome what had made them that way. Most of them still are even now. That, for better or worse, is part of why I keep trying with Quimey.

There’s something people with reactive dogs say constantly, but that’s worth repeating here: as much as a bad time you’re having trying to train your dog, you can be sure they’re having it way worse. Reactivity can be genetic or a result of past trauma, but whatever the cause is, your dog is struggling to adapt to this world and it’s your job to help them get there.

Quimey’s not perfect and never will be. She gets incredibly anxious if her routine changes, still won’t accept any stranger (human or dog) to get too close to her no matter how friendly, and is afraid of the simplest things like bubbles or the sound of a door closing in the distance. She sometimes has to take natural remedies to help her anxiety when her triggers are just too much to handle and we’re still working on teaching her how to stay alone in the house without a panic attack. But she’s also the most affectionate dog I have ever had.

Learning to accept and love her the way she is and my job as her advocate has strengthened our bond and has helped me accept and work on most of my own struggles as well. Identifying and naming her emotions in order to offer a safe space has created one for me, too, one I never knew how to get before, and that, without realizing, she guided me to.

Working on doing better for her helped me do better for myself as well. 

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Calm, down, stay… you’re safe now.

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[bufomancer]

Meet Thimble!

Thimble is a captive bred white footed deer mouse. He is legal for me to own in my state because he is captive bred. Your laws may vary.

Thimble’s story is a bit disjointed because much of it is secondhand. I saw an ad in my local rehoming group for a mother mouse and her young litter. I messaged my friend in the city they were listed in, she had seen the ad as well and inquired. We both thought the babies didn’t look like domestic mice! Turns out the rehomer had gotten them from her neighbor who had been breeding deer mice in her garage. The day my friend went to pick up the mom and her babies, mom escaped. So my friend took the litter and handraised it as the owner wasn’t able to. A few babies didn’t make it but 5 did, and Thimble was the only male so I adopted him and brought him home today.

He is adorable.

[mikhailwrites]

In memory

I know you follow me for the fanfics but I need to do this so feel free to skip this post because this is a remembrance post about our cat that we had to say our farewells today.

9 years and 2 weeks ago, we weren't planning on getting a second cat. Then my mum who owns a pet food store called me and said "there are some folks here and they want to rehome their 2YO cat, it's a Neva Masquerade and since you already have one..." she also sent a photo and we knew that yes, we're adopting her. I don't even know what was her name originally, something terrible. Anyway, we called her either Gremlin, because she could be the sweetest, cuddliest thing one moment and the bloodthirsty little menace the next, or we called her Mrnava, which means "little one" in a bit cheeky dialect in Czech. Fun point: she was never "little", it's just that our other cat is huge.

She was a little broken from the start. There was a reason why her original owners rehomed her; because they didn't do right by her. She was very skittish and more than a little neurotic. But she's always been ours. She used to sleep at the foot of our bed and it was like having a bear trap there. Your foot touched something soft and warm and before you knew it, you were in a horrible amount of pain.

She was always more fixated on my husband, used to wake him up in her own special way - carding her claws through his beard so he looked a bit like a Scarface every other day.

She was never a big fan of toys, what she loved most was whenever we left a paper towel/toilet paper roll somewhere she could reach it.

At first, she was too scared to let us pet her, or to play, but that changed gradually. For the last few years, she regularly came to us and demanded to get cuddles, she also liked to play a little more and she started to be very vocal about whatever it was she wanted at the moment (food, mostly).

Everyone who met her loved her, even though they were sure to leave with an impressive amount of white hair on them, and even some scratches, because if she really liked you, she would sink her claws to your thigh as you petted her. The more she liked you, the deeper the claws went.

I'm grateful for those 9 years we had with her and I hope we gave her the life she deserved. I believe she was happy with us and loved us as we loved her.

Goodbye, and thank you.

[doginprogress]

Let me tell you about Cici

TW: dog death

I got a message in early 2022 from a breeder in Canada asking for help. One of the dogs she bred needed foster placement after the owner’s wife gave birth very prematurely. They were going to be essentially living in the NICU for the next while and could not care for Cici at the moment. I lived just over an hour away, could I look after her at my house for the next few weeks?

Absolutely I could.

Cici had no hesitations. She feel asleep in the car on the way home. She was giving me kisses and trying to play with Azula and Tansy almost immediately. She was big and exuberant and sweet as pie. She towered over Azula, but she was a gentle giant.

She did everything with 110% enthusiasm. She wasn’t in the best condition when she came home here, but she was never perturbed by anything thrown her way. During her stay she got to be loved on by all kinds of people, try lure coursing for the first time (she wasn’t impressed and ran off to socialize), and play with all kinds of dog friends.

But Cici couldn’t stay. Even though her owner had come to the hard decision to rehome her (his newborn daughter was likely to have a lifetime of lung issues, and doctors had recommended a pet free home) I knew I was not the right home for her. And I was expecting to bring home a puppy later that year. The good news was that a perfect home had been found for her. She would be flying there, she would be spayed, and she’d get the opportunity to run on acres and acres of land with other Ibizans.

I said goodbye to Cici on April 14th after she had been living with us for nearly four months. The plan was that she’d spend a few days saying goodbye to her owner, and then go off to new adventures in her new home. I was so excited for this sweet girl to go live the best life.

On May 20th, Cici’s owner posted a brief status on his Facebook page stating she had passed away during her spay surgery. That’s all we know. He wasn’t willing to share any other information. I doubt a necropsy was performed, but if it was, no results were shared.

Cici deserved to live forever. She had so much life and so much love and I can only take solace in knowing I helped make a small part of her life joyful. I think about her often, and hope she’s somewhere running around free as can be. I wish sometimes I had chosen to keep her here and make this her home. But I know that had she gotten ten, eleven, twelve more years they would have been much better lived out in her new home.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for asking my brother to rehome his reactive dog?

Sorry this is so long. I (F22) live with my brother (M25). My brother recently brought home a 120lb rottweiler named Brutus despite knowing I am afraid of big dogs.

I'm afraid of them because when I was 8 I was attacked by my uncle's German shepherd and had to get stitches in my leg and on my face. Don't get me wrong, the attack was my fault. My parents were in the other room comforting my uncle who just lost his son in a car crash, so they weren't paying attention to me. The dog was in her crate, and I snuck away to open it and climb in and start bothering her. She tolerated me for a long time before she finally snapped and attacked. I was old enough to know better, and my parents also told me to stay away from the dog and I didn't listen. It's entirely and solely my fault but all that being said, I'm still afraid of big dogs. I can warm up to them slowly and I have an ok relationship with a few friends' dogs (lab, 2 pit bulls, and a couple mutts).

My brother volunteers at an animal shelter and we had been talking about adopting a small dog, until one day he called me and said "please don't freak out" and told me he brought home Brutus. Brutus was surrendered to the shelter for growling at his owner's toddlers, and had been at the shelter for months with no adoption offers. He was going to be euthanized if no one took him, but my brother had bonded with him and panicked when he heard and adopted him.

I tried to like Brutus, I really did. But Brutus is a one person dog. He bonded to my brother and would resource guard him from me. My brother tried training him and it didn't really help. I tried playing with him, or giving him treats, or being the one to feed him, but whenever I get close to him his body language changes. His body goes stiff, he starts licking his lips with anxiety, and he gives me whale eyes. These are all the signs of a nervous dog who might bite, so I just stay away from him. My brother started locking Brutus in his crate before leaving me home alone with him.

Then Brutus figured out how to open his crate. And the next one my brother bought. And the next one.

I started being terrified to come out of my room when I was home alone, because I never knew if Brutus would be roaming loose. It came to a head after about 8 months when I really, really had to use the bathroom when I was home alone, so I tried to sneak out of my room. Brutus was sitting outside my brother's bedroom door, between me and the bathroom. He tensed up when I got close and growled when I tried to inch around him. I was so scared I left the house and peed outside and called my brother crying and told him I want Brutus gone.

He said no one would take Brutus and he couldn't return him to the shelter because he lied about him only growling at a toddler: he bit the toddler in the face. If I make him give Brutus away, he'll probably need to be euthanized. But I'm really, really scared of him and don't like being terrified to leave my room in my own home. AITA?

[wyrmguardsecrets]

Except there was proof that giveaway girl scammed people. Just because people deleted it, doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. A lot of people were scared of receiving backlash from her and her friends, which is something that happened all the time whenever someone disagreed with her. She would buy adopts from people and fail to pay off the rest of split payment plans, then go and sell the adopts that were not fully hers to sell. The owners didn’t get their money back from her selling the adopts, prompting them to put the adopts up for sale again. Some didn’t outright name her, but they were characters she bragged about having all over social media. Those posts were deleted because the owners were successful in rehoming the adopts. She was caught selling gifts without permission and manipulating people into feeling sorry for her so that she could get free character art from them. Those are scams. Why anyone continues to defend her is beyond me. Ask anyone who dislikes her, there are a lot of people who do, and they will not only have information on her, but will also be completely justified in disliking her. This person should not ever be given a chance to come back. Her actions go way beyond scamming.

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[zot3-flopped]

Speaking of Eleanor! It’s really hilarious to me how Larries were hating on Olivia Wilde for allegedly rehoming a pet dog of hers when she started dating Harry but they all conveniently avoid the obvious which is that Eleanor got Louis’s dog Clifford in the break up! I guess Louis didn’t care about his dog that much after all! There goes all their brain dead head canons of Harry cuddling with Clifford!

Louis was a terrible dog owner. Not a single photo exists of Louis walking either Clifford or Bruce. Eleanor did it all.

[silversnaffles]

hey everyone!

last week I heard about a kitten who’s owners were trying to rehome bc they couldn’t have her anymore, and I said to my boss I wouldn’t mind taking her in if they can’t find anyone

flash forward to three days ago and my boss texts me

and the next day I have a 4 month old kitten

yesterday I went to the pet store to pick up actual supplies for her and toys, and got so overexcited that I basically gave myself a panic attack because holy shit I had a cat. Here in Norway. A cat that is mine

anyway, say hello to my little Jiji - she is the light of my life and I’m obsessed with her