#puppy behavior

[doggozila]

(via Dog Begging Behavior: How To Stop These Habits - Doggozila Magazine)

[mrnmrspetjaipur]

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[softboyshaven]

At least once a week I make my bf take me for walkies and we pass by the bookstore and sometimes we go inside and that half hour in a 60 hour work week is what helps keep me sane and if I don't get my weekly walkies I become feral like a puppy left alone that chews the couch.

[noxcheshire]

We do not see enough of de-aged Danny being adopted outside of Bruce and Jason, and maybe like, a small handful of Dick and one Cass.

But I have not seen enough Tim Drake.

LET THAT BOY BE A PARENT.

Let Danny crawl up a roof, through alleys, and under shadows because he wants to either help himself when he returned to his correct age by copying their moves, or just because they are a little cool. Let baby Danny be found by Red Robin who immediately does a full 180 back over to land in front of a little toddler wearing an astronaut onesie.

A little toddler trying to squirrel his way through the roofs opening to escape and failing.

Let Red Robin feel the tilting reality of baby Danny willing to fight him and lying to his face even while trying to whisk away with some stray bat-weapons that have been left all around Gotham.

Let Tim Drake have a small handful of Amity Park feral clawing up his suit, demanding to be held because Tim doesn’t treat him like an idiot, but a very smart toddler that wants attention.

Let Tim Drake have a baby Danny that will try to fly away so he always must wear a baby leash, floating around Tim’s head like a living balloon. If he phases through, aunties and uncles YJ will also be there to catch the stray baby playing at a dog having escaped the house.

Let Tim Drake buy baby clothes and sew in various trackers with Danny eating his way through a messy apple sauce cup, ignoring the invasion of privacy because he is so used to Jazz having done the same thing when he was originally a baby the first go around.

Let Tim Drake accept the glowing greens that seep out from Danny’s fingers because that power is too much for his little body to handle. Accepting, even when the green begins to fade into walls, and objects, clothes, and skin.

[royaltea000]

he could not control the class 😔

[drtrinitysantos]

sorry but we need a nuance button for characters who eat pussy but not well

[etcseacow]

I see sniper asking for a treat in your art, but he never got it.. where is my boys treat 😭😭 #feed the feral

Don’t you know that ur not supposed to feed dingos

[canisalbus]

Happy birthday dearest <33 heres some machete and vasco doodles and a sneak peak to a machete art i am doing, i hope youre having a good day!

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[darkwood-sleddog]

spend any amount of time in the comments on the dog side of instagram on a post of a perfectly reasonable (if not really nice!) day routine of an older puppy owned by a working person (multiple walks! training! home for lunch time potty and enrichment toys!) and not only will you will begin to immediately understand why some pet dogs you encounter are overstimulated, neurotic, reactive, separation anxiety riddled POS (babes they are TIRED let them rest), but you will also understand the effect dumbass shelter requirements (home all day? most people do not have that ability...) has had on dog culture as a whole.

like do these people genuinely think working line dogs of any breed do not rest? what do they do with their dogs when they have an injury or illness? old age? i guarantee they have never seen dogs in true WORK (vs sport) where there is often a lot of necessary downtime the dog must be capable of navigating.

[mrnmrspetjaipur]

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[wisecura]

Shine

Yuji x idol f!reader (short)

summary: You're a famous pop idol that Yuji adores. what more is there to say? An: Just a concept I was thinking about writing for soon. Let me know what you think. I prefer golden retriever type yanderes so here we go.

Warning: obsessive behavior, unhealthy behavior, stalking, please read at your own discretion

You met Yuji while on tour about a year ago.

You’ve met plenty of people. Hundreds if not thousands. From all walks of life. But that pink headed ball of pure admiration was definitely one that stood out. You could say with utmost certainty that Yuji Itadori was your most devout fan.

He showed up at every concert, purchased tons of your merch, went to almost every fan meet and greet. He was so consistent, you knew him my name at that point.

It was cute at first. That sparkling energy, those lovestruck puppy dog eyes, and that dopey smile he always gave you. Always energetic and happy to see you. Begging you to flash you killer pose he’d seen so often on stage.

It was like—from the second he met you—he was hooked. He just seemed to absolutely adore you. Knew all of your songs, followed every possible social media, and even led a few fan clubs.

After that year, he became much bolder. During your meet and greets he’d often ask for a picture, where he’d shyly pull you into a side hug—flashing a peace sign and bright smile. Now this wasn’t strange, it was something that was always offered in the meet n greet bundle.

Only now his hand seemed to cling on a little more tightly, not willing to let go quite as fast. You’d noticed his breathing picked up and his face flushing. And by the time he actually let go, you were almost a little red.

You’d shrugged it off—something you normally wouldn’t have done if it had been anyone else. Normally baring them from the next meet and greet just for safety sake. But you let it slide. After all, Yuji was a consistent face. Someone you were somewhat familiar with.

But you’d noticed you also started getting pages from the front desk of your pent house apartment more often. There’d been multiple visits from a hooded figure, loitering at the elevators. Trying—but failing to jam the button that lead straight to your floor. Thank fuck for key card access.

You’d been concerned, obviously. And what made it even scarier was the frequency of visits coupled with the lack of any actual resolution. They weren’t caught. Always slipping away just quick enough to miss the security guards.

And then the night came. First it was the knocks. Heavy. Loud. And frantic. You’d been too scared to open the door, immediately searching for your phone to call the police should you need to. Then making your way over to the intercom.

Before you could reach it, the knocks stopped.

This freaked you out enough to grab a kitchen knife—maybe dial the front desk. You’d barely reached the kitchen before you heard it.

Bam! Bam! BAM!

Your head spun around only to find someone’s foot through your front door. You, like any sane person, fucking panic—running to grab that knife before you didn’t have a chance.

You get there just in time to see that hooded figure standing at your kitchen entryway.

And who would you fucking guess, other than Yuji Itadori.

“Y-yuji?”

A huge grin spread across his face at your words. You’d remembered his name. A small pink blush crossed his cheeks. His eyes devoid of much else other than glassiness that reflected you. Damn near cold and dead.

That same lovesick grin he’d worn at every one of your meet and greets.

You couldn’t gauge his next moves, but you knew it wouldn’t be good. You kept your knife firmly in from of you, the only protection saving you from this lunatics psychotic break.

He looked ready to tackle you. And you weren’t sure you’d be able to take him. Something you normally wouldn’t pay attention to—wouldn’t have much reason to.

The dude was fucking built. At least twice as wide and a head whole taller than you.

And he started walking, slow—long strides.

“S-stay back!—“ you swing your knife—albeit a little clumsily. You definitely weren’t a fighter.

He stopped just out of your swinging distance, those same dead eyes staring down at you. His grin somewhat fading, an expression of worry—maybe confusion crossing his face.

“You don’t need to do that.” He makes a grab for your knife tats still latched in your trembling grip. “You’re gonna hurt yourself, cut it out—“

“Stay back!!”

“Hey cut it out—“ his grin falling completely, his expression growing more and more impatient by the second.

His hand shoots out grabbing your wrist with surprising strength. The knife falling between you two. And before you could think of even attempting to reach for it—he’d kicked it away.

“See? What were you thinking?” he muttered, tugging you into a crushing hug, his arms wrapping around you like a vice. His grip was desperate, clinging to you as if letting go would kill him. “Please, please don’t hate me,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Let’s just go home. I’ll make everything better, I promise.”

You were trembling, frozen in his embrace, the weight of his words sinking into your chest like stones. You didn’t know what to say, what to do—every instinct screamed to run, but his arms refused to let you move.

All you could think was how much you wished you’d never met Yuji Itadori.

come home

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Ifrit is popular amongst the Siblings. Alpha finds it funny, until he doesn't.

"Oi Ifrit, you good there ?"

The fire ghoul sends a sheepish look at a very amused Alpha, but doesn't move an inch, letting the Sibling plopped on his lap trace the ridge of his horns with a fascinated expression.

Two of their friends are snuggled to both his sides, running their fingers over the smooth patches of scales on his shoulders. Ifrit has to fight a content purr, ears flicking. Those cool, delicate fingers prodding curiously at him are making it harder to keep his composure by the second. Alpha snickers as he strolls closer, flopping onto a nearby armchair to enjoy the show.

Comfy ? He mouthes, to which Ifrit answers with a half-hearted glare, the effect greatly undermined by the way his eyelids start to droop. His tail begins to wag, which makes the Siblings giggle.

They were so sweet, all flirty banter and fluttering eyelashes, asking about the engraved details on his horns and the polished shine of his scales. Naturally, Ifrit couldn't resist showing off, nor the prospect of being lavished in attention by such pretty little things, and so here he is, letting them see and feel for themselves as he tries not to let his ex mentor see just how much he enjoys the awed attention.

"Are they supposed to be glowing ?"

Ifrit feels his cheeks warm as he realizes that his horns are, in fact, glowing at the base, warm orange light filtering through the cracks of their inky black surface. Before he can try to save face, Alpha cackles, grinning like he only does when he gets an occasion to bully Ifrit.

"Means you're doin' something good, look."

And the absolute bastard reaches out to scratch behind Ifrit's ear, ignoring his puppy eyes begging him not to further reveal his weaknesses. The younger fire ghoul can't help it, he simply melts into it, tail whacking against his own thigh as his leg starts kicking of its own accord. The Siblings gasp in delight, cooing at this big bad ghoul turned pile of goo in just seconds.

"And that, darlings, is how you make him behave," Alpha chuckles, grabbing Ifrit's jaw for a quick, affectionate shake before letting go. The ghoul in question whines and pouts, even as he tilts his head to give further access to the Sister at his right reaching tentatively for the spot Alpha just vacanted.

"You're so mean, Al. That's just so-"

Ifrit doesn't even get to finish his sentence, a fit of purr loud enough to rattle his whole ribcage cutting him off.

"Awww, cuuute !" the Siblings giggle, Alpha echoing their statement with a gentle tease of their high-pitched tone. Ifrit grumbles playfully, lightly tugs on a lock of hair having escaped the bun high on one of the Siblings' head.

"I'm a hellborn creature, sweetheart," he points out, flashing a bit of fangs for good mesure. All it does is bring some pink to the cheeks of the Sibling on his lap, as they zero in on the sharp curve of predatory teeth. The Sister on his left sighs dreamily.

"Still adorable though."

Alpha is now openly laughing his ass off, especially when Ifrit let the whole weight of his head rest onto the Sister's palm, nudging it so she doesn't stop raking her fingers through his hair as she'd started to do while they were talking.

"Giant fuckin' softie, is what you are," Alpha huffs, "anyone else and they would've been shoved off thirty seconds in, but there you are, pratically letting them lay on you."

"What can I say, I am a man of the people."

Alpha rolls his eyes, arms crossed in front of his chest.

"You aren't either of those. You're a hellborn self-indulgent brat, is what you are."

Ifrit flips him off, tugs the Siblings closer to stage-whisper loud enough for Alpha to hear.

"Don't listen to him, he's a jealous grump. You're welcome to stay here as long as you like."

Nimble fingers start playing with the collar of Ifrit's shirt, the full force of three coy smiles turned his way in an instant as eyes begin to sparkle with mischief.

"As long as we like ?"

The atmosphere shifts, and Ifrit's face splits into a grin as he brushes his knuckles on the closest Sibling's lower back.

"Oh, fuck no," Alpha groans, springing out of his seat and beelining for the door, "I am not watching this happen. Clean after yourselves, you hear me ? Or I swear i'll sick Omega onto you."

"Sir, yes sir !" the Siblings chortle in chorus.

Ifrit smirks, sends Alpha a wink as he slams the door behind himself, and lays back against the couch, sinking into careful touchs. Well. Being a show-off do pays off after all.

[huggywuggysuppy]

Pearl went “I’m gonna go kill Gem” and then followed her around, asked her if she hates her, tried to defend herself and insist they’re cool, got told pretty much “I’ll be happy once we kill each other, so we wont make up till the end of those season,” spent too long in denial until Gem spelled it out, asked if they could make up now in a 1v1, immediately took it back after Gem just stared at her, let her walk away unchallenged, then wallowed in despair until SKIZZ of all people got the kill on Gem.

[pupownerlover]

Good boys don't pull out, now do they puppy? 🥺🥰

[z0mbimuttz]

I think all weirdos and freaks of stalkers n yans are the cutest. The bold and flirty ones that make your stomach churn plus the ones that whimper pathetically at you and leave you the most depraved little love notes of stuff they need to do to you .