#apricot poodle

[princecake]

have u seen him...now u have

[thefairysblog]

"You've got a friend in me You've got a friend in me When the road looks rough ahead You just remember what your old pal said you've got a friend in me. Yeah, you've got a friend in me!" 🧡 Hai un amico in me Un grande amico in me Se la strada non è dritta E ci sono duemila pericoli Ti basti solo ricordare che Che c'è un grande amico in me di più di un amico in me. @ilsorrisodegliangeliii #friend #family #song #youvegotafriendinme #instacool #instagood #instafriend #apricot #poodle #love #kiss #kisses #besos https://www.instagram.com/p/CicnZqIsBJ2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[claiai]

my mom and brother talked my dad into getting another poodle puppy NOOOOOoooOOoOOOoO

[beanlot]

MISTRESS

sevika x maid!reader

at first, you were her maid. but master liked you just enough to make you her mistress.

word count: 4.0k

genre: smut

warnings: amab!sevika, age gap, sevika cheats on her wife, slight spanking, spit, vibrator use, master/servant relationship, breeding kink

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“what a gorgeous colour.” her fingers ironing the corners of her lips, mahogany lipstick cleansing from the cedar skin in superlative fashion. she was objectively sumptuous, a classy woman surrounded by old money and platinum basin sinks; an easy life enough that she didn’t even have to raise a finger to apply honeydew exfoliation masks to her glistening skin. “don’t you think?” she stares at you through the mirror, umber eyes fanned by silky lashes - lids glossed with everlasting lustre of golden butterscotch, tempted to believe you could see your reflection if stood close enough.

“yes, madam.” you nod, fingers clasped onto a hanger, vintage dress glittered with merlot gemstones fluorescent against the sapphire tiles of the floor. you weren’t lying, it was a gorgeous colour. and madam wasn’t particularly sinister against you, or even sinister at all..

“you filthy pig.”

“don’t you dare touch my antiques.”

“look at you, fix this messy hair. i will not have guests over whilst you look like a disgusting hooker.”

mostly.

“vika loves this colour.” she sighs, french-tipped nails tapping against the argyle jewellery around her neck. her scent of prevailing pumpkin spice suffocating you momentarily when she turns around, taking the hanger from your grip; you’ll watch as she lays the dress against her body, feminine curves of her hips accentuated through the garnet jewels as she subtly twirls around. she hum, lashes batting through the scrutiny before she shoves the hanger into your chest hurriedly. “be a dear for me and tighten the waist.”

and sure, you don’t expect the best of treatment regardless. you were on the back burner, disposable in every aspect with your dull shirt collar; onyx skirt tucking in your buttons and the driest of hands from the constant polishing. “yes ma-“ a shrill bark interrupts you, and it’s when you turn around that you see a woolly poodle, pastel frilly dress, wiggling through the door.

“ugh, pinkiebear! what are you doing, my baby snuffles?” and just like that, as madam scoops the pup into her arms, you’re left alone in the bathroom. moroccan rose handwash beside her gold-plaited cosmetics, pomegranate face serums and emerald earrings; you’d wondered what the oils would feel like on your fingertips, the creaminess against your skin soaking with pulchritude. it feels like bait when you see that one tub is already open, pale watermelon serum calling your fucking name - she won’t notice, there’s no way.

so you tenderly swab at the surface, the velvety touch on your skin.. it already makes you feel pretty, glammed up, like her. and the dysphoria only amplifies ironically when you massage the pearly ointment into your cheek, the winsome highlight when you turn your head not going unnoticed.

wine glass and plate in hand as you approach sevika’s master’s study, nudging the door with your shoulder. it was smoked salmon and caviar, and if you weren’t so fond of her, it would be rational to believe she was intentionally inflicting the purgatory of starvation onto you. but she was not resentful, her muffled tone of come in prompting you to amble inside; the air murky from her cigar smoke, illuminated by dim apricot from the scattered lamps. and she’s there, with every inhale, you can decipher the ocherous flame between her lips - her fingers clearing her desk when she sees the wine bottle tucked under your arm.

“thank you, darling.” she murmurs within the fever dream, fumes seeping through her lips to which she fans out when you’re beside her desk. it’s elixir to taste, and although it’s toxin on your tongue, it’s contradicting - plate and wine glass settled against the oak, careful to avoid her disarray of books and orderly inklings when you pour the currant. she examines this, raising an eyebrow before tapping the tobacco against an ashtray. “are you hungry?”

fuck, you have no idea.

“no, master.” you shake your head, because even though you could feel your organs internally booing inside from the withering, you were under an obligation of being polite. and hell, it was reasonable for her to concern herself with your wellbeing per se: she was older, much older; yet you merely took it as manners, sympathy that you weren’t born into such opulence. so when you finish pouring, tenderly placing the bottle beside master’s glass - it’s paralysis when her coercive words refrain you from leaving the room as you intended. “come here.” she instructs, virescent globes eclipsed with hues of oxblood when you maintain eye contact from your awkward distance. she’s manspreading, white button-up loose against her chest, and the uncertainty only amplifies when master’s tone becomes demanding. “come.. here.”

so you shuffle towards her, and you’re not sure if it’s the nicotine or the peril brunt of her influential stare, but your blood pressure raises when you stop - that maybe you’d said something wrong, gotten a wine she didn’t like, or you were vicariously responsible for the chef’s error. but the neurotic thoughts plummet when you see her slice an intricate cube of the salmon, fork held out to you with sincerity.

“try it, it’s good for you.” she advises, and you’re under automatism to obey - her fingers scraping against yours when you take the fork, examining the glassy block. you’re not sure what it’s seasoned with, only able to distinguish the honey glaze and sprinkle of pepper; you couldn’t even fucking describe what salmon tasted like, a luxury that your flimsy uniform never got to see up close. and you feel emotional when it finds itself between your teeth, erupting with foreign rich oils and glacé syrup.

you want to appreciate it, had you not interpreted the investigative glances she’s giving you. skeptical eyebrows dipping in, defining the droopiness of her lids and the eclipse of gunmetal in her narrowed pupils - they search your face, because there’s something about you that master just can’t pinpoint. “you’re glowing.” she mumbles, fingers branching out toward you and framing your jaw ever so tenderly; thumb stroking along the curves of your cheekbone, the familiar and velvety texture of your skin no stranger to master. “you’ve been using my wife’s stuff, haven’t you?”

great.

of course, how could you have been so recklessly fucking dense? you’d just swabbed a few thousands onto your face and expected that nobody would’ve been able to put two and two together, and now you’re stood here like a fucking embarrassment whilst her conquering globes assess you. master was going to obliterate you for even contemplating putting your filthy wilted fingers on her wife’s belongings, and you’re just waiting for her to call the chef over to slice you into little pepperonis and use your torso as a fucking piñata for her fancydancy din-

“looks good on you.” she mumbles, and the harmonising words nosedive into your stomach with more adamantine force than waiting for her to beat you to a pulp. her fingers streamlining down your jaw before she picks up her plate, ludic smirk concealing the mulberry on her lips as she offers her plate towards you. “don’t tell.”

you look back and forth, and it’s only when she nudges the porcelain into your stomach that you realise what she meant. she was only really interested in the wine, and within her hospitality, gave you something to eat for the night.

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“your muscles are all contracting, just relax.”

“i’m trying..”

“you should really look into tai-chi, saves me hours of making these for you.

i’ll be back tomorrow,

ice or magnesium for any muscle pain,

is that a chip in the wall?

anyway, i’ll see you tomorrow, my lovely~.”

you’d been waiting outside her room for about forty minutes, folded blouse and dress shirts in hand; although you liked to consider yourself respectful of master’s private conversations, not even the bricky walls and thick interior of the hallways could muffle the massage therapist’s jarringly piercing voice - one that only amplifies when master’s door opens, a tiny woman pootling herself down the hall with a bowl of water, peppermint leaves floating within the misty pool.

it’s rosemary and eucalyptus when you inhale, frissons of sweltering air blossoming your way as the door closes over only slightly. but you’re prudent, you’re conditioned to be, waiting outside her door for her to have her few minutes of privacy - but she calls you in when she identifies your shadow against her marble tiles, eyes absentmindedly tracing the silhouette of your hips.

and when you walk in, nudging the door ever so slightly, she’s face-down on the master bed; surrounded by canary silk pillows and lime basil candles, her wine cellar visible from where you stand. you approach the palladium drawers, and whilst your job was plainsailing, the difficulty of having to avert your eyes from her bare back did it’s due diligence to make it just a little harder for you. but you stay silent nonetheless, the palatable glimmering against her burly shoulders, one that made you envy a massage therapist’s expertise as you organise her shirts.

“you have pain, master?” you mumble, clearing your throat when it starts to disintegrate at the mercy of her tensing shoulders, glorious muscle twitching. “my shoulders, darling. it’s not so bad.” she doesn’t move, and although you seem satisfied with the composed silence, the thought of leaving in it made your stomach sour.

“is there anything i can do?” you offer, graphite eyes piercing into your body when she turns her head against the pillow - you can tell she’s engrossed in those retrospective thoughts of hers by the way she’s zoning out, clouding globes that flutter over you before she pats the mattress.

“lay with me..” she mutters, black pepper fragrant when she inches away, leaving you a temptingly delectable space beside her. it feels wrong, and your ears can already feel the wrath of madam’s scream when she finds out you dared even the slightest courage to lay in her bed, beside her wife.

but master was at the top of the food chain.

so you reluctantly obey, not oblivious to the raw sensation of eagerness when her bare abdomen raises slightly from the mattress - she’s toned, noir curves that only excite the vim when you’re slithering into the space she’d left you. but it’s not enough to dilute your inhibitions, your body rigid when her fingers flutter against your waist; she notices this, intoxication when her whisper caresses against your ear. “relax, relax.” she whispers, the suggestive timbre diminishing you - she waits until you slump into the satin, plumose textures under your fingertips, before her arm cases over your waist and trails you against her bare chest. it’s morally profane, warmth from her breasts contagious on your spine, skin sweltering idyllically - kittenish and lewd and wow you’re getting horny.

it’s silent for a few minutes. but you feel dirty, her vanilla comfort something you ruined.

“you remind me of my wife when we first met.” the vanilla wisps against your jaw curdling into vulgarity when her fingers tenderly clutch at the hem of your skirt, and although one part of you feels like nothing more than a doll for her to use the one night her wife is out attending a dinner, another is relieved when the wintry air strikes your thighs.

“young,” her fingers lifting the skirt enough that her perverted eyes can search your hips, the way they embrace the black straps of your underwear.

“pretty,” her nails glissading against your inner thighs, forefinger sinking between them enough that they’re under automatism to separate. you try to convince yourself that it’s because you don’t want to get into trouble, disappoint that streak of high expectations you managed to leap over the past few weeks - but by the vim in your clit, it was disgustingly undeniable it was because fantasy was becoming reality.

“fertile.” she delicately taps your clothed clit, subtle sensitivity that already gets your hips rolling into her crude touch. her engagement ring flaring in your peripheral when her left hand slinks around your body, black opal glinting as her palm rests against your breasts. “look at me.” her lips tickling against your cheek as you turn to her, hues of predatory oxblood glossing over her lead pupils. she likes that she owns you, conditioned you to be her little pet, dominated your identity to nothing more than her servant.

so the overly obscene taste on her lips when she’d pressed her forehead against yours, skin searing with wealthy indecency was no shock. she was impulsive, lips against yours, unseemly sounds of anticipated smooches as you drink up the taste of peppermint. she wants to be delicate for you, but the instinct outlasting the grace when she hears you hum. you’re heedless of your sloppy grinding, shaky exhales which only worsen when she pulls away; her thumb draping your bottom lip down only slightly. jewels of her spit streamlining into your mouth, your tongue absorbing the droplets filthily. “pretty girl.” she swallows, eyes darting along your jaw, her spit slowly drizzling down your neck.

you want to tell her that this is wrong, that she’s a married woman, but the night already feels drilled into stone when her fingers manipulate the buttons on your chest, cleavage satisfying her sadistic eyes with every one coming undone. your shirt loosens, sinking down your back and accentuating the feminine enticement master was under whilst her fingers revel in the linen cotton of your bra, the straps cunningly draping off your shoulders. “aren’t you gorgeous, look at you.” she whispers, your breasts tingling when there’s nothing there to cover them anymore, her fingers folding your bra down to your stomach.

admiring the way your nipples harden under her fingertips, delicately pinching the responsive buds. you nod, because you expect her to want you to, flinching when you roll your hips against her sturdy thigh; thick imprint of her veiny cock paralysing you momentarily.

“lean over in that drawer.” she gestures to the bedside cabinet, and you’re sceptical when you lean over, your skirt hitching up ever so slightly. and if the humiliation of having your ass presented to her like a fucking showpiece wasn’t degrading enough, the barbaric strike of her palm against it was. you squeak, flinching necessarily - her palm easing the inflamed area intricately, before walloping back down onto your skin. you want to fucking weep, blinking through the blur of your tormented tears, opening the drawer to which a plaited vibrator lays.

“that’s the one.” she confirms, taking it from your fingers as you lay back into the mattress, ass ignited with scorching goosebumps from the brutish force behind her arms. you go to defend yourself, because honestly, you feel lower than the bottom of the food chain - you were no blossoming mighty oak, but rather a withering sunflower under her assertion.. but she knows what you’re about to say. “master, i haven’t do-“

“you’ll be fine, you’ll be fine. i’ll make you feel good.” she sits up, and although she intends to comfort you, it only intimidates you further when her tongue wets her lips; fingers slewing the fabric of your underwear to the side and leaving your slit prey to her predacious stare, only amplifying when she unveils how truly drenched your folds are. but she doesn’t say anything, only leaning over whilst a bullet of her spit seeps between her lips and missiles itself against your clit.

you already feel numb, the heavenly pressure of seventh heaven when you hear the whirring of her vibrator, your thighs quivering with the company of your stimulated whines when the tip purrs against your clitoral hood. “that’s it, atta girl.” she praises, her breasts pressing themselves against your bare spine when she situated herself beside you again. it’s nirvana, humping against the vibrator so primitively, erogenous arcady to hear your incessant whimpers echo throughout the room. you’re sweating by now, at peace with the fire and brimstone breeding on your skin - but you want more, your fingers grazing over the stiff imprint of her desperate cock.

her breath is jagged, submerging the vibrator harder onto your clit, your ankles starting to twitch at the susceptibility. you’re not sure if it’s enough to make you come just yet, but that thought deteriorates when her finger glissades down your slit and streams itself inside of your hole. “fuck.. you’ve made my cock all hard.” she sighs against your cheek, your walls greeting her indiscriminately; spasming with every hum against your clit. she’s testing the waters, fingertips taking a liking to the spongy textures when she tenderly twines it upwards, the pornographic desire in your clit to orgasm more reckless than ever. but you’re not the only one suffering, because sevika is finding that her cock is actually starting to fucking hurt from the distress of not being able to just have her way with you again and again and again.

but she’s patient, finger gliding itself in and out of you; assaulting that carnal pit in your walls as your thighs tremble as she fucks you with them. instinctive sobs leaving your throat unmonitored, and honestly, you wouldn’t be able to describe it even if given a fucking thesaurus - sneezelike corkscrew ballooning itself inside your hips when she hooks another finger inside, arousing squelching with every hammer against your folds. “please..” you whisper, unbeknownst to the soreness in your fingers as they lock, clenching tightly on her belt.

and when she’s satisfied with how vulnerable you are under her, the sensitivity just right, she’ll admire the quavering of your hips and the tightening of your thighs before dragging the vibrator away from your clit. “huh?” you squeak, cunt clenching around her fingers at the sudden loss of her manipulation. you’re about to complain, wail about how much of a fucking tease she is, but she relieves the anguish by leaning over your thighs; her tongue replacing the device and doing its dirty work when it swipes over your hood, delving between your folds and schemingly flicking over your erect bud.

just like that, you’re shaking again, thigh hoisting itself up and planting itself on her bare, burly shoulder. your mewls of master twirling repeatedly in a rabbit hole of ecstasy when her damp lips envelop your clit and suck with cruelty, fingers maintaining their agonising operation; battering into you with precision and artsy discipline, like she’s done this too many times before.

but it’s dispiriting for her, because she wants to be a lovemaker for you, wants to appreciate you for the fine young woman you are - yet the throbbing in her cock conquers that yearning, and it’s then that she pulls away with such self-hatred. “are you gonna let me put my cock inside your cunt, darling?” she exhales, fingers slewing out of your brimming hole, selfishly drizzling your discharge over the mattress and coating over the sable leather of her belt when she goes to unbuckle it.

“yes. yes, master.” you comply, ultramarine daze when you blink; pixels of orchid blooming in your vision when you even did as much as look down to her belt. fingers tackling the every latch, submerging as they frame her veiny shaft - cock springing out and admittedly, inciting nothing more than disruptive thoughts of am i going to fucking live to see tomorrow after this.

she’s thick, and monumental.. fucking handcrafted by gods with such clarity. enough that all of that internal envy becomes more.. not envy, because you know this is gonna really fucking hurt, and you’re not liking how much she exceeds your expectations at the expense of what’s gonna happen to your poor fucking vagina. “do you still want this?” she murmurs when she notices the hues of uncertainty in your eyes, superficial doubt that she interprets easily - it’s an ego boost, artificial concern to conceal her everlasting inclination to ruin you. but you blink at her, flickering between her eyes and the slightly palatable mulberry tip of her cock, before you nod.

it would be cruel for her to nosedive straight into you, and even she knows this, her tip glissading through your folds and lubricated with your slick. she’s slightly sensitive, the warmth of your cunt only amplifying the immense throbbing, but she’s consistent this time - your clit rubbing against her head only instantaneously as she accustoms herself with your textures.

“this might hurt, my love, just a little.” she whispers against your jaw, fingers grappling at your hips as her own angles forward, tip insidious as it skims into your walls; your body merely a betrayal of your conscience when your walls welcome her. but it’s smooth, as she pushes herself in with such fucking entitlement, your insipid moisture coating her cock.

because she owned you, every little fragment.

her mindless breaths against your bare shoulder, the subtle rocks in her hips purely intuition. she hasn’t felt this in years, the vehemence of her girth wrapped around such a fine woman, and it motivates the urge for her to start thrusting your hips back into her. your whimpering sobs with every cudgel of her skin against yours, the indignity of her abdomen pounding against your spine and the raunchy heat of her cock assaulting your cunt.

influx of adrenaline when she hears you mewl, her sloppy kisses on your nape sultry and blistering. “i know, i know it feels good..” she sighs, both hands clenching at your thighs, your hips, your waist- anything to feel herself become adaptable inside of you, anything to get a taste of the rapture inside of herself.

“pretty.. pretty girl..” her muffled groan echoing in your ears as she gets herself off into you. she was dictating your self-worth, dictating your fucking life.. and although some of it felt as if it was just pulling the pieces together, another felt it all shatter into irreversible ruins as her left hand compressed itself onto your clit; engagement ring ever so slightly abrading itself against your wet folds.

and that’s when you feel it.

the sheer pinnacles of rhapsody so distinct as her fingers roll your clit in circular motions superlatively, cock swollen and erect. “please.. please..” you sigh, the jagged timbre exposing how receptive your bundles of nerves were; fingertips touching the very eminent icicles of orgasm when she speaks her foul language in your ears.

“i’m gonna come inside you, do you want that?”

“uh huh.”

“gonna make you the mother of my kids..”

“mhm-hm, master please..”

and then it erupts inside, whirlwind of frenzy that you could only compare to what felt like being edged for hours. your clit numb and jaded, the overstimulation aggravating as your walls pulse around her cock so tightly that she doesn’t even need to continue pummelling into you. conclusively, you were a mess - her palm sealing itself over your lips to repress the uncontrollable cry, tone it down ever so slightly, arms that confine your body as you tremble and do your upmost fucking best to recover.

and after a few minutes of her rocking a few inches back and forth into you, the dishevelled grunt and adhesion of her bangs against your cheek; quivering fingers against your lips and hips that airbrush themselves to divinity let you know that she’s just came.

and something feels off, seriously off. so full and saturated, and it’s when her cock slews itself out of you that you know there’s no way you’re the only one behind all the mess; looking between your legs and flinching at the pearly cream drizzling out of your hole, thick and balmy. your juices meshing together in such harmony that you feel disgust, and yet hypnosis. because she never wanted a maid,

she wanted a mistress.

[kittensoftpaw]

I’ve been thinking of getting a Dog (Poodle) as a Emotional Support Animal, after some research I’ve decided the best type would be a Standard Size Male, bc they’re far more friendly and Standards are much more cat-friendly apparently?

Anyway I drew this of my cat and whatever possible coat color he’ll have- atm I’m working on names. The girl names were easier to come up with tbh, but I’m sure names will come to me in time.

I’ll also post a gif w the changing colors at some point-

Colors L to R

Row 1

White | Silver | Black

Row 2

Cream | Apricot | Red

Update; Gif added;

Too big so had to cut into two -

[tiny-tokunaga]

Tag Time!

Thanks for the tag, @sunlightfeeling 😘😘😘

Name: Becca

Pronouns: she/her!

Star sign: Capricorn ♑

# of siblings/fun fact about them (if any): one sibling, an older brother. Let's see... The fun fact is he's the father of my best friend ever, my beautiful darling niece that I'm obsessed with LMFAOOOO

# of pets and their names: 1 pet! A "red" toy poodle named Lexi! (I use "red loosely because she faded, but she's not quite an apricot?? We call her a caramel LOL) obligatory picture of my baby:

Fandoms: SMAP (and its individual members) is really the only one I'd consider myself a part of, because that's the only one I'm active in? If you want just like. My favorite media in general, then SMAP, pokemon, RGG, persona, LOZ, etc.

Favorite color: 🌸🩷🎀

Favorite song: Leftovers by Kimura Takuya!!! (Shameless self plug, you can watch a video of it with my translations right here if you'd like 👀)

Favorite author (of anything readable- books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, whatever): I HOPE YOU ALL DON'T MIND ME TAGGING YOU, I'm gonna shout out my fav fanfic authors I follow here!!! @woundedheartwithin for amazing Judgment fics, especially the delicious Yagashi 👌 (also just for being a rad person overall 😎) @themarydragon Calm Waters Run Deep is one of those life changing fics for me, HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend for LOZ fans!!! @cant-icle for fantastic Persona 5 fics and the best characterization for Akiren I've seen!!! @makapedia for some amazing Akatsuki no Yona fics, I normally don't go for modern AUs but if my heart's a grenade is SO GOOD. And then I'm sure about tumblr accounts for the following, but TokuSwag has such creative and fun SMAP fics (Captain Kazama's Thief especially has me in a chokehold, we should've gotten an ex-criminal Goro in Kyojo 0 😩) and tsuristyle has a bunch of insanely good SMAP fics!!!!

Hope you don't mind the tags, I may not have read some of these fics in a while due to changing interests, but they still hold a place in my heart!!!

Favorite fic type: I prefer in universe fics, and I'm a sucker for romance. But I'm pretty open to most genres! I don't personally care for omegaverse or intensely graphic violence, though (And minor squicks here and there that I just avoid).

Favorite holiday: Christmas!

Do you have a partner (romantic, qpr, anything!)?: Nope!

Hobbies: crochet, playing videos games, English to Japanese translation

Fun facts about you: let's see... Apparently I taught myself to read and my parents had no idea until I found a receipt that had toys they bought for me for Christmas on it and I asked where they were LMFAO. My earliest memory of being able to read was when I was 4 reading a Junie B. Jones book!

Tagging: NO PRESSURE AS ALWAYS, if any of the aforementioned tagged people wanna do this, go for it!!! I'm also gonna throw in @darinyan @littlechibs @offhandway @lunar-gl1tch @skajador and @hyenatron if you all haven't been tagged already!!!

[fiersza]

Alex: Golden Retriever

Henry: Black Cat

Pez: Apricot Poodle

June: Long Haired Himalayan Cat

Nora: Husky

Zahra: their reluctant petsitter

Questions?

No?

Good.

[sweetfirebird]

Please enjoy terrible Canva art I did while thinking the other night. It's truly awful!

(This story has ~everything~! Vintage casserole dishes. Dungeons and Dragons. Polyamory. A baby dom finding his wings. An apricot poodle! *Two* cats. Arizona Iced Tea....)

Remind to look up this post again when I need to do my official Stefon post btw.

[labradoodlesbycucciolini]

Labradoodles by Cucciolini

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Since 2016, we have been successfully breeding healthy puppies with beautiful, calm, and docile temperaments. Our goal is to create positive companionships for children and adults who experience anxiety, depression, ASD, ADHD, Down Syndrome, fear of being alone, post-traumatic stress disorder, autism (ASD), developmental delay, and socializing challenges. We have worked diligently to develop puppies that can provide therapeutic support for individuals facing these conditions.

Labradoodles by Cucciolini come in a wide variety of colors and textures. These include Golden, Red, Cream, Apricot, Chocolate, Cafe, Chocolate Parti, Chocolate Phantom, and Apricot Parti doodles.

Cucciolini Labradoodles have gained a reputation for their inquisitive and sociable disposition, which has endeared them to canine enthusiasts. Furthermore, these dogs are generally hypoallergenic, making them an excellent choice for those with allergies. The Labradoodle breed is created to combine the gentle and outgoing nature of a Labrador with the intelligence and trainability of a poodle. Upon your initial interaction with our Labradoodles, you will be instantly captivated by their appealing charm and affectionate character.

[heavenlyhoundoom]

Remember when I made a "what if" post where Brandy ended up having kids while Chilli ended up being infertile?

I finally came up with names for her kids and husband.

Mum: Brandy.

Dad: Louis.(White poodle)

Daughter: Snowball.(Also white poodle)

Son: Rover.(Red heeler that looks like Chilli)

So instead of the show being called Bluey, it's called Snowball and it takes place in Brookfield, Brisbane instead of Red Hill, Brisbane, their house looks like this.

In this universe, Louis is a software engineer while Brandy is a real estate agent.

Snowball and Rover both go to Brookfield State School with Snowball's teacher being Mrs.Inu and Rover's teacher being MS.Greyhound.

Snowball's classmates: Indigo(blue heeler♀️), Lucy(corgi♀️), Buster(Choclate lab♂️), Harper(doberman♀, best friend), Rocky(great dane♂), Atlas(siberian husky♂), Duke(pug♂), Jolene(saluki♀), and Milo(Catalan sheepdog♂).

Rover's classmates: Amber(red kelpie♀), Goldie(golden retriever♀), Lincoln(dalmatian♂), Marshall(pitbull♂, best friend), Earl(king charles spaniel♂), Fluffy(chow chow♀), Paige(border collie♀), Tina(australian shepherd♀), and Jupiter(saint bernard♂)

Neighbors:

Cosette(her mom, Léna, and her dad, Theo.(they're papillons who live to the left of them)

Harvey, his little sister, Pixie, his dad, Max, and his mom, Autumn.(they're beagles who live to the right of them.)

Family

.Meemaw(Isabelle) Barkson(Black and white poodle)

.Grandpop(Pascal) Barkson(brown poodle)

.Hazel(Louis' big sister, brown poodle)

.Cooper(Louis' little brother, black poodle)

.Willow(Cooper's wife, apricot poodle)

.Biscuit(Cooper and Willow's son, apricot poodle)

.Luna(Cooper and Willow's daughter, black poodle)

[beachesgetpeaches]

I want a Stancy modern AU, I want Stancy pirates AU, I want Stancy spn AU (ahem @withoutaplease ), I want Stancy Enemies to Lovers AU, I want Stancy rom-com meeting in a dog park AU where Nancy is walking a cute Rottweiler she adopted named Buffy and its her first dog (bcs she's a fan and because I know a wonderful rottweiler named buffy and she's such a sweetheart), and Steve is walking an apricot poodle because he has grown up with dogs (mostly poodles bcs his mum adores them) and ashdjsksk, and an AU where Steve and Robin live together and Robin has a cat (but Steve adores the cat wven though it's rude to him 80% of the time) but the cat starts disappearing for hours at a time only for them to find that on the floor above them this new chick has been feeding him.

I mean I just want Stancy in every universe ever

[romanticpoetea]

Hello!

My name is Eden! I’m completing my honours in economics this year. As such, I am starting a study blog to chronicle the experience.

I am autistic and have inattentive ADHD, so this blog will also explore what university is like for me and provide some study tips of what I’ve found works for me.

A little bit about me:

I have a bachelor of advanced economics

I was diagnosed as an adult (so if anyone would like some advice or to hear about my experiences they are welcome to send me an ask)

I enjoy reading and colouring in during my spare time

I am engaged!

I have an adorable apricot coloured miniature poodle named Poppi (expect the occasional picture of her)

My favourite study aesthetics are light academia and romantic academia

My interests include:

Tea (of course)!

Economics

The Lord of the Rings/The Silmarillion and Jane Austen novels

Dinosaurs

Classical music (especially from the Romantic period). My favourite composers are Rachmaninoff, Tchaikovsky, and Dvořák (I also have a little soft spot for Grieg, Beethoven, and Chopin).

Here is a bonus picture of Poppi (featuring her brand new licky mat)!

[jointhearumanati]

MHA AND GOLDEN COMPASS CROSSOVER DAEMONS

Midoriya: Female Black Astrex Rabbit named Yuna(meaning Kindness)

Ochako: Male Brown Capped Rosy Finch named Newton(after Issac Newton who invented the theory of gravity)

Iida: Female White Cheetah with blue eyes named Tenchi(means Heaven and earth I've noticed The Iida brothers have Ten in their name I found the female version)

Tsuyu: Male Dark Green Tree Frog named Ren(means Lotus)

Todoroki: A female Snow Leopard named Yukina(means Fortune and Endure I know Yuki means snow but I thought this fit him better)

Bakugo: A lioness named Homare(meaning Victory, Glory, and reputation)

Kirishima: Female Pangolin named Akane (means Deep Red I debated wether to give him a Pangolin a crocodile or a Komodo Dragon I decided on a Pangolin because it looks cute and approachable and fit him better)

Kaminari: Female Electric Eel named Nariko(meaning thunder I decided he has a portable rectangle tank on his arm for her)

Sero: Female Brazilian Black and white tarantula named Jorōgumo(meaning woman spider a Yokai that can transform into a beautiful woman)

Mina: Male Aruba Island Rattlesnake named Haru(meaning born in Spring I didn't know a Pink Rattlesnake existed until now I was looking for a pink snake and if it didn't exist it'd be a Pink Toe tarantula I was pleasantly surprised it's also extremely venomous I was so Happy🌸🐍 I learned something new)

Jirou: Male Panda bat 🐼🦇 named Hibiki(meaning Echo panda bats are adorable they are black and white like a panda so cute)

Yaoyorozu: Female Asian Small-Clawed Otter name Ume (meaning Apricot because Momo means Peach I wanted to include fruit also Otters are highly intelligent)

Aoyama: Female White French Poodle 🐩 named Belle (means Beautiful in French I wanted to really emphasize his French heritage)

Tokoyami: Female Crow named Amaya(meaning Night Rain it's just goth enough with a poetic touch and one of my favorite Japanese names)

Shouji: Female Octopus 🐙 named Kairi(meaning Ocean Village I like to think she'd be in a tank on his back)

Ojiro: Female Capuchin Monkey named Kiai(meaning energy or mood and is used as a shout during an attacking move in Japanese martial arts I myself have an red belt in Akido but Ojiro uses Karate)

Hagakure: Male Chameleon named Akio(meaning bright a tribute to her light attack)

Koda: Female White Bunny named Yuwai(I have no idea what it means but it's the name of his bunny)

Sato: Female American Belgian Draft Horse named Anzu(meaning sweet Child not only are American Belgian Draft Horse the strongest horse in the world they fit his color scheme and love Sugar)

Shinso: A Female Russian Blue Cat Named Kiko(meaning Hope it's what got Shinso through to being a hero he never lost hope)

Aizawa: A Female Black Jaguar named Mamoru(meaning Protector I think it fits well panther means melanistic cat I had to be specific)

Yamada: Female Sulphur Crested Cockatoo named Setsuko(meaning melody I read a fanfiction where he lives his life seeing music In everything and I never went back)

Midnight: Male Black Cougar named Ayumu(meaning walking dream and it couldn't be more perfect I chose a cougar because I could come on you get the joke 😂 but also black cougars don't exist but damn it I'll make them exist)

All Might: Male Lion named Musketeer(One for All joke 😂 I had to)

[wheelscomedyandmore]

 I loved taking my little apricot poodle out on a Sunday ride. 🐕 🚘 ☀️ 🛣️

[namira]

I saw the fluffiest little dog today. Very small, toy poodle, apricot, fur trimmed in a way that evoked the image of a high end plush toy, perhaps Miyoni or Hansa brand. He was very polite when I pet him.

[kkuldeepkumar]

Poodles

That's right, poodles, known for their 'dos, snagged the eighth spot on the AKC's popular dog breed list. Though its airy curls may have you believe differently, the poodle is not a fluffy toy, and rather the breed sports major smarts and excels in obedience training.

The breed comes in three size variations: The standard variety, the oldest of the three, is the only one to have its genome sequenced, a feat reported in 2003; the miniature may have been used to sniff out truffles — an edible fungus considered a delicacy; and the toy poodle, which was often used in performances and kept as a pampered pet. For instance, during the reign of Louis XVI in France, toy poodles were all the rage.

Though poodles come in a variety of coat colors — including white, black, apricot and gray — research published in 2007 in the journal Science revealed that all poodle coats and those of nine other breeds arise from the same gene called beta-defensin that encodes black and yellow coat color. And all colors in between are just modifications of yellow and black, the researchers said.

The next dog on the list can add "tomboyish" to its personality traits, according to the AKC. Find out what breed it is …