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pawcare · 2 years
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Summer With your Pets
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bowwowcare · 8 months
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"Optimize your dog's health and longevity with expert insights on diet for dogs, ensuring they thrive on a balanced and wholesome diet."
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dogcancerfoundation · 9 months
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Making the Switch to Biologically Appropriate Raw Food for Your Dog
Have you ever stared at that bag of kibble and thought, “Is there something better I could be offering my fur-baby?” A raw diet, often referred to as a species-appropriate diet, has gained popularity among pet enthusiasts. But how do you make the switch safely and effectively? Let’s explore! The Transition Process: Step-by-Step You can make the transition by stopping kibble cold-turkey, but it…
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foldingfittedsheets · 3 months
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My mom has this awful friend, Cynthia. My loathing goes deep enough that I’m not even going to change her name. If she ever finds this she knows what she did.
On multiple occasions my mom asked this horrible irresponsible chicken brained woman to watch after our animals while we were away. I don’t know why once wasn’t enough, because the first failure was so spectacular that anyone in their right mind would know she couldn’t be trusted with any level of responsibility or direction following.
You might be thinking to yourself, FFS, this level of antipathy is surely unwarranted! But you’d be wrong.
To set the scene, we were living in downstairs of our house when I was about fifteen. My mom has always wanted more animals than can reasonably be kept indoors which is how we ended up with three cats. When she wanted to kick them all outside I protested, and so all three cats lived in my bedroom with no access to the rest of the house.
That really wasn’t great, so in an attempt to give them options we made a window cutout with a cat door in it to give them access to the outdoors. Looking back on this as an environmentally conscious adult it’s wretched, cats should be indoor only, but at the time I was desperate to give them some freedom because one bedroom is too small for three cats.
So my parents and I went on a week long trip to visit family out of state. We told Cynthia to come feed and water the cats, and to scoop the litter box. Most importantly, don’t lock the handle of the door, because we only have the key to the deadbolt.
I’m sure you can see where this is going.
Cynthia locked us out. We arrived home after 12 hours on the road, desperate for the comfort of our own beds. We were met with an unyielding door. With a sigh I volunteered, “I can punch in the cat door and climb in the window.”
I slipped behind the bamboo outside my window and pushed in the cutout. A horrible insidious reek wafted out at me. I paused, prickling with foreboding. But I had a job to do, and by god I’d see it through. I hefted myself up into the window and my hand immediately landed in something wet.
Skin crawling, I pulled myself up and surveyed the darkened room as a miserable odor of decay and suffering poured out of the room around me. I could see dark shapes littering the carpet and it didn’t take a genius to guess that the cats had taken up hunting in a big way during my absence.
I pulled my hand out of the pile of vomit it had landed in and dropped into my onetime bedroom turned now into a hellpit of decomposing wretchedness. I turned on the light. I wished I had not turned on the light.
My eyes scanned across the floor, tallying as they went. Two dead birds, a dead baby rabbit, five dead mice, and one dead snake. I paused on my alarm clock, perplexed to see a stain of white on it. I stepped closer and saw a furtive movement.
The tally suddenly contained also: one live bird that had shit in several places, probably in pure terror to find itself trapped in a room littered with decomposing woodland creatures, which honestly, fair. I coaxed it out the window and finished the survey with five discrete piles of vomit.
I unlocked the door and let my parents in. They exclaimed in disgust at the horrible smell. We stood together in my doorway floored by the magnitude of neglect. The unscooped litter box was a subtle footnote in the tangible reek my living space. I disposed of the parade of ecological disaster, cleaned vomit, and scooped the box after a brutally long day on the road. The cats were fine, and happy to see me. They had a huge dish or food and water so Cynthia’s neglect at least hadn’t harmed them.
Then I slept on the couch while my bedroom aired out, the windows flung wide to dispel the uneasy ghosts of the hunted. I spent the whole night cursing Cynthia’s name for this evil she’d visited upon me. When my mom asked her, "Cynthia, didn't you see the dead animals?"
Cynthia responded, "Yes, they smelled so bad, I just ran in and out as fast as I could." I fully don't believe she did any caretaking, and I'm personally of the opinion that she locked herself out on the first day and never came back.
The next day my room had returned to a habitable level of smellscape and I gratefully crawled into my bed that night. I stretched out and froze as my foot brushed something cold and wet?
The final indignity: one last dead snake, inside my very sheets.
Fucking Cynthia.
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chrollohearttags · 11 days
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this whole Drake situation is the equivalent to when the popular kid got exposed for sum and everybody starts to turn on him like ‘I always knew he was weird’ after enabling their shitty behavior for years lmao. Grown ass niggas acting like high school.
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lazylittledragon · 9 months
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don't you love when you Just stopped feeling guilty about eating the things you like and then one of your parents drops the "i'm concerned about your diet"
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puppetmaster13u · 6 months
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Prompt 108
So this time it wasn’t Danny’s fault, or even Boxy’s fault! And it wasn’t like Pandora’s box was open for more than a split second! But uh, still. This could be a bit of a problem, what with how it’s affected um, well, everyone. Living and ghosts. 
At least it’s not dangerous! Really, how bad can people getting animal aspects be? Well, besides the embarrassment. 
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sergle · 6 months
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if anyone wants to know what kind of day mr. Hugo had today, it got to be So So Very About Him. let me take you through it - went to the lake first thing in the morning, got wet and ran around full-tilt and got tired - in the evening, came along with us to a christmas lights festival thing at the park. got to walk around and have fun, was petted by ~30 people - at some points, he was surrounded by a closed Circle of very small children patting him and saying he's nice. - received whippy cream at a coffee place drive through - got to walk around petsmart and do Dog Browsing there - got admired by two of the girls working the checkout bc they enjoyed his Sit Pretty so much - MET A POMERANIAN PUPPY AT THE STORE. (this is more important to me than him) touched noses with VERY SMALL pomeranian puppy. oh my fucking god. - got greeted at another drive thru (I got popeyes. only god can judge me) and got given, because they aren't pre-loaded with treats for drive through dogs, a girl gave him (after asking) (he can take it) (he was really locking eyes with her) An Entire Chicken Tender. Hugo's relationship with drive-through windows gets progressively more and more Expectant. anyway. very full day for mr. Hugo. We also got a couple pics of him doing paws / sit pretty / high five-ing in front of the lights. here are those!
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fjordfolk · 5 months
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Rice was rejected by the Council of Sparty's Innards, so reported to our vet this morning. She's not worried as long as Sparty has an appetite, drinks, pees, and seems relatively chipper, so there's no immediate change of plans other than dropping the rice idea altogether and sticking with very low volumes of a diluted gastrointestinal wet food my sister picked up for me. If she doesn't keep that either or gets worse, we're going in tomorrow evening to consider an x-ray just to rule out foreign objects, but neither of us really feel like that fits the symptoms here.
Also discussed my semi-controversial use of yogurt as a stomach aid and got a thumbs up on that - especially considering she spews bile on a normal day on an empty stomach.
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todaysbird · 7 months
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my parents have been getting hill's science diet for years, what is bad about it? /gen
there’s not anything inherently wrong with feeding hill’s science diet particularly if it is a specialized formula that helps your pet with an issue they have. however a lot of animal nutritionists recommend against it because it is pretty high in carbohydrates and can make the average pet gain weight even if they have a healthy lifestyle. it’s also hella expensive compared to a lot of foods of comparable/better quality. basically afaik it’s not going to like kill your pet a la Hartz products but there’s better options
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meganfoxrocksmyworld · 5 months
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Think Like A Dog, 2020.
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ancientorigins · 1 month
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Did the hunter gatherers of Patagonia befriend foxes? Evidence from Argentina suggests the (now extinct) Dusicyon avus was domesticated as an animal companion, with one found buried alongside their person.
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cipherpurinina · 2 months
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Bluey Future AU: Bluey Headcanons
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33 years old as of 2045
She/they
The only non-queer member (but still an ally) of her generation of the Heeler family
Married to neither Mackenzie and Jean-Luc, but a Lessinia and Lagorai Shepherd (Pastore della Lessinia e del Lagorai) named Smudge
Mackenzie and Jean-Luc were best men at her wedding
Lives in an apartment on Warren Street in Fortitude Valley with an interior color of red.
Tradie (specifically Aircraft Maintenance Engineer)
Works at Brisbane Airport
Nearly died to canine distemper at age 10, Has minor neurological issues (particularly winking and chewing gum fit tics), PTSD, and chronic pain as a result of said distemper
Has implant dentures for some teeth due to having said post-distemper hypoplastic natural teeth removed
Epileptic
Type 1 diabetic
Is on a Mediterranean diet (since they were 10)
Has 1 child, an 8-year-old Pastoreeler named Stripe (after her late uncle).
Can speak French fluently
Has a sense of humor similar to Vinesauce Joel
Takes CBD oil
Swears too much for her own good
Favorite animal is a raccoon
Likes bushwalking (hiking)
Owns a Soviet Panamka hat gotten from a thrift store, didn't really know the significance
Furry (which is kinda ironic, being that she’s an anthropomorphic dog)
Worst nightmare is dying to SUDEP
Went to university to become a writer, but became dissatisfied with their work and constantly plagued with writer’s block, dropped out, and went to trade school instead
Forklift certified
Flying fox otherhearted
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imagionary · 8 months
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Here I am being insane drawing and coloring two whole refs for Top Dog in one day
My hand is dyinggg
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tillman · 4 months
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other stuff
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limitlessgoddess · 1 year
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walk 'em like a dog, sis 🙄💅
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