"This type of dog would cost so much money from a breeder, no way it could be a rescue!"
You would think, but no. That's not the case at all. Any type of dog is just as likely to be a rescue for any number of reasons.
Some people have major life changes that require them to give up their dog. Serious injury, loss of financial stability, or the dog just cannot adapt to life changes such as new children. My family knew an elderly woman who had given us her sweet little dachshund because her allergies were a struggle (she ended up feeling too lonely without the dachshund, so the pooch was returned to her and she chose to stick with her medication).
Some people think they want a certain breed of dog but actually can't handle it at all. Just look at huskies! They're an extremely popular and well-known breed, but the majority of people cannot handle their exercise needs. My own shar pei-husky rescue (a designer mix, a light google search found someone selling this type of puppy at $900) requires an at least one hour long walk but I have to prepare to spend 2 hours outside with her. Plus she has a very high prey drive and can be quite stubborn, especially when I try to walk her past the pet store where the manager gives her treats. I met a lady who took in a Malinois-pit bull mix (bred ON PURPOSE) because the people who originally wanted this puppy couldn't handle his energy and were ready to give him up after a few months.
Some people treat dogs like disposable objects and just get rid of it when they're bored or just don't feel like caring for it anymore. Yes, this is a living being that cost them a lot of money, but that doesn't mean they actually care.
Some dogs are retired sporting dogs that got dumped. This is especially common for greyhounds. Within the past few years, Florida put a ban of greyhound racing which ended up displacing a lot of racing dogs. Alternately, dogs originally bred for jobs like K9 police work but didn't make the cut because their personalities didn't fit.
Dogs can can end up in shelters for any sort of reason and being an "expensive" breed can't always save them from this fate.
what breed of dog did you pick for what you'd like to adopt?
Honestly, we're just looking for anything under 20lbs due to our lease stipulations, and anything my husband doesn't have a reaction to. He's only allergic to dogs sometimes, and so far it's only been pit bulls/staffordshires and really greasy short haired mutts he's had issues with. He's literally rubbed his face on a husky with no problems, for example, and we used to do extended in-home dog sitting for two geriatric labs and he never had an issue. So most small breed dogs are going to be fine, so long as we can meet them first and make sure his eyes don't start watering.
The dog we were going to meet was a terrier mix, and it seemed really sweet and appeared to tick all the boxes we were hoping for, including being a little more on the calm/cuddly side for our daughter's sake. She gets anxious around hyper dogs because she can't predict what they're going to do. In fact, we met another dog this morning who my husband and I would have loved to take home, but he was just too much for her. Given time, I feel like she would have come around to him, but the owners were on a deadline with getting him a new home that simply wouldn't accommodate how slow she'd need to go with him, so it just wasn't meant to be.
Ultimately, any little hairy potato will do, so long as it doesn't have a strong prey drive and isn't going to jump on our daughter or bark directly in her face. My personal dream dog for small breeds is a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, just because I love their dopey personalities. My daughter says she wants a dog with fluffy hair, and it should be "medium excited" instead of "wild excited." That doesn't really narrow down any breeds except maybe disqualifying the hairless and slick shorthair dogs, and also makes Dachshunds and corgis very unlikely.
In the end, we'll probably end up with a shih tzu mix, honestly, just by luck of the draw when trying to adopt an adult instead of a puppy. We REALLY don't want to do the puppy thing.
It's okay I dont mind requesting for ikerev! So! How do you think, Lancelot, Fenrir, Jonah and Harr would react to being walked in by someone when they're having sexy timezz with their female s!o? Thanks^^
Since my country is in complete quarantine at the moment, I’m stuck at home and I’m getting really anxious.
And since writing usually helps in calming me down, I decided to look at my poor neglected inbox and respond to some asks that are long overdue! *sweats nervously*
My dear, I hope you forgive the long wait and enjoy this! ༼ つ ಥ_ಥ ༽つ
Some NSFW hints, so under the cut just to be safe (✿´‿`)
Lancelot, Fenrir, Jonah and Harr’s reactions to being walked in during intimate moments HCs:
Lancelot:
His long fingers were firmly holding your waist in place as his lips sucked and licked and marked your chest. Your head was thrown back in blissful pleasure, your upper body fully leaning on the King of Hearts’ desk as you struggled to catch your breath.
Raising his head to look at you, Lancelot sensuously licked his lips, heated gaze locked with your naked form sprawled on the wooden surface.
Your eyes, bottomless pits of desire, latched into your lover as he slowly moved his hands further down your sides and began to remove the last piece of article hiding you from him.
Lancelot was the first one to notice when the door of his office started to open, the loud voice of a drunkard Kyle spilling into the silent room. With one smooth gesture, Lancelot’s red cape was upon you in seconds, successfully hiding you from anyone’s eyes.
The newcomer’s footsteps froze in place as he took in the sight before his eyes before finally registering the scene. Few seconds of utter silence dominated the room before finally being broken by your embarrassed gasp as you finally came down from your height. Lancelot’s commanding voice immediately echoed in the room as he solemnly ordered the Red Army doctor to “Leave.”
Almost tripping in his attempt to flee his King’s wrath, Kyle made a leap to the door, all alcohol suddenly evaporating from his system. Once the door was firmly shut behind him, Lancelot turned back to you, his warm body replacing the fluffy cape you were enveloped in.
Seeing as you covered your eyes and whimpered in embarrassment, shaking your head at Lancelot’s attempt to continue where you stopped, the King of Hearts placed his lips near your ear and whispered two words in a low, husky voice.
You ended up spending the rest of the day in Lancelot’s office and spent the next week avoiding Kyle’s equally embarrassed gaze.
Fenrir:
You told him. You fucking told him not to touch you in the living room in the middle of the day when anyone can walk in on you.
You were supposed to be the most rational out of your pair and it was your job to stop your reckless boyfriend before he ruined both of your reputations.
But how could you resist those gorgeous sapphire eyes looking at you with desire burning at the bottom, hear his ragged breaths beside your ears and feel his calloused hands gently lift your skirt and touch your inner thighs and say no?
The result of your momentary loss of control was Seth’s loud shriek as he entered the Black Army living room with the intention of retrieving some documents he left out on the table.
Fenrir’s reaction was instantaneous, one hand moving your skirt back into place and the other bringing your head closer to his broad chest to hide your flushed face full of desire.
The Ace of Spades turned around, a sheepish grin drawn on his face as Seth’s yelling rose in volume, spouting what sounded like “FENRIR FUCKING GODSPEED I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!” and “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY PRECIOUS ALICE” before he angrily stormed out of the room still screaming bloody murder and threatening to call Sirius over.
Your face was so flushed that Fenrir was worried you were not properly breathing. The horrified feeling rising within your chest as reality dawned on you was diffused in mere seconds as Fenrir dropped his face into the crook of your neck and held his breath. His body slowly started shaking in laughter as he held you closer to his body, ignoring your appalled reaction.
As you found yourself lightly hitting his firm back as a punishment for his reckless actions, a smile rose on your face and giggles spontaneously spilled out of your lips as you finally joined you boyfriend in his fit of laughter.
Jonah:
“Get out of here.” Jonah’s cold voice quietly rang in the empty room, carrying his unrestrained rage to the poor soul who dared to enter his room to clean up without knocking on the door first.
You sighed in exasperation between Jonah’s solid arms as his body shielded your naked form from view the minute the door of the bedroom opened.
The whole situation, was in fact, Jonah’s mistake. At this time of the day, the Queen of Hearts would usually be out at the training grounds carrying on his duties and supervising his soldiers. Jonah, however, stepped out for a while from the training to retrieve a document Edgar requested from him.
When he found you in the room, still fresh out of your morning shower, a small peck quickly escalated to a full on making out session and then your clothes were on the floor and Jonah’s hands were pulling you closer to him, parting your legs and then, well, THIS awkward situation happened.
Okay, maybe it was also your fault for not stopping Jonah in time, but that was beside the point.
The Red Army soldier who was in charge with cleaning the room was now shaking in fear at the threshold. The more Jonah coldly glared at him, the more he was unable to move his feet from his spot. Few seconds passed and you could feel your lover’s rage rising in intensity and you honestly felt sacred for the soldier’s well being if he did not leave that instant.
You were debating whether you should grab your discarded towel on the floor to hide yourself and move to dispel the tension in the room or try and calm down a fuming Jonah when the door finally clicked shut behind a hurrying figure as a new soldier dragged his friend from the door, a quick apology in tow.
Jonah inhaled deeply, his teeth gritting in anger as he swept his gaze on you, making sure you were alright in his embrace. Your cheeks felt flushed and you could already see how embarrassed you will be the minute you encounter those two soldiers again in the course of the day, but your softly chuckled at your boyfriend’s adorable pout and allowed him to drop some kisses on your shoulders before kicking him out of the door with a warning not to touch you for the rest of the day.
Harr:
Your were furious. Completely and utterly furious at Loki.
It took you countless of pecks, cuddles, begging and pleading for a whole year just to get Harr to accept touching outside of the confined four walls of your bedroom. You wanted his hands on you as you lay on the grass of your favorite picnic spot in the forest, his lips kissing your chest and his hands caressing your hair as his mouth makes its way down south.
And it finally happened. You have succeeded in provoking your otherwise calm boyfriend and pushed him past his limits as you sat on his lap, and Harr was on top pf you within seconds, his hands unbuttoning your blouse as he passionately kissed your lips.
You were drunk on the feeling of victory mixed with intense desire for your lover, when you heard the faint rustling of the grass behind you. You barely registered the sound as a threat as Harr’s lips left your mouth to latch into your throat causing a soft moan to escape your lips. It was probably just wind, you carelessly thought before you moved your hands to thread through Harr’s black hair.
The playful amused voice that rang just a few feet away from you in the next second, however, was impossible to simply discard as the wind. Loki’s voice was laced with mirth as he feigned surprise and shouted “Oh my, am I interrupting something?”
Harr was off of you in mere seconds, his face gaining a deep crimson flush as he locked eyes with his student. Not skipping a beat, his left hand shone in silver light and a soft blanket immediately dropped on your front, hiding you from view.
But before Harr could utter a word to explain the situation to a grinning Loki, you caught his arm and dragged him back to you, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
Still laying down, you shot a glare at a now confused Loki, and softly smiled at him before responding “Yes, we’re in the middle of something that children shouldn’t interrupt.”
The last thing you saw was Loki’s stupefied face before a white light surrounded your surroundings and you found yourself back in the cabin in a blink of an eye.
It is needless to say that Harr spent the next few weeks avoiding eye contact with Loki and shying away from any of your attempts at touching him. You, on the other hand, is already planning your next picnic with another scheme in mind.