an extremely fun video showing a HUGE gap in our noseworktraining. I neglected to teach Mav how to do a proper container search so for a while there he just alerted to all containers, whether they had scent in them or not.
we eventually got it sorted and he finished his novice and open nosework titles, but this was funny to me while it lasted
brain, why did you give me a self-insert dream about hazbin hotel, a show i have never watched, wherein alastor was my dog (who sometimes killed and ate people)
Woke up to the sound of buddy shitting literally everywhere 🙃 all up my curtains and on my carpets. Now he is locked in the bathroom incase he does it again
im fairly pleased with Enzos greetings, hes def getting more polite..He still jumps up a little more than i want. but generally speaking he will be very calm and walk up to someone when i tell him to say hi, then just wait for the ear rubs...
bakugou pauses mid-sentence, then leans in, pressing his face right into your neck.
you squirm, trying to push him away. his nose brushes against your skin, and a reluctant laugh escapes you. you put your hands on his chest and push.
“stop! you know i’m ticklish there,” you tell him.
he grips your waist, holding you in place. his eyes narrow.
“what the fuck is that?” he says.
“what?” you furrow your brow, leaning back to look into his face. “what’s what?”
bakugou scowls. “you smell like shitty cologne.”
“what?” you turn your head, attempting to smell yourself. you do catch a wisp of scent on you. “oh! it got cold out, and i forgot my jacket so todoroki lent me his. his cologne must’ve rubbed off on me.”
“why the hell would you take it?” bakugou says, scowl deepening.
“it was cold!”
“so stay cold.”
“katsuki!”
bakugou reaches up and pinches your nose. “you call me if you’re cold, i’ll bring you something.”
“you were on patrol!” you say, voice nasally. you bat at his hand, and he lets go.
“i don’t give a fuck. now go shower. don’t fucking pull this shit again.”
“you’re so annoying sometimes,” you say. “he was just being nice.”
bakugou drops his head to bite your shoulder.
“are you a dog,” you say, deadpan. your hand reaches up to thread through his hair. you tug at the strands a little.
he growls into you in response, and you break into a smile, laughing.