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alberta-sunrise · 11 months
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Happy pup 🥹
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its-brit-bruh · 2 months
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Doggo couch cuddles
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alizera62quartz · 1 year
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😴🐶💙
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shentunans · 6 months
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Where is my Hua Hua X
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chrissy-kaos · 1 year
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Doggie cuddles!
He's getting his cuddles in before my surgery. He definitely knows I'm extremely stressed right now, tho. He's doing everything he can to make me feel better. It's crazy that dogs can sense that type of stuff tbh. They are amazing, and we don't deserve them.
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madmacaques · 5 months
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Max is ready for the holidays 😊
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whitedragoncoranth · 24 days
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Life on Knowhere II
Around one 'o clock in the morning, Cosmo and I were awoken by a frantic knocking on my apartment door--then suddenly Rocket was bursting into the room, slamming the door closed behind him, racing over to my bed where Cosmo and I were sleeping, waking us. Putting on a small night-light - something that wasn't too bright, was easy on the eyes - we saw that he looked so poorly.
His fur was everywhere, his gaze sunken, and he was drenched with sweat--a result of some of the apartment climate controls needing long overdue attention. Worse, the fur about his eyes was wet with tear tracks. Briefly, Cosmo and I looked at each other; then without any hesitation, she and I were getting out of bed, moving over to just embrace him as he snuffled into us, breath hitching. "It's okay, bud... it's okay, we've got you. We've got you; come on, let's get you into the shower..."
With a harsh, ragged sob, Rocket fell against me and I caught him and lifted him up into my arms, cradling his shaking body to my chest as I carried him into the small bathroom. I set him down very gently - or I tried to - but he didn't want to let go; he shook his head, clenched his eyes closed when I gently tried to pry him off. "Oh, man, it's okay, it's alright..." I murmured soothingly, "you don't have to let go, it's okay..." He did let go, only briefly - only for the time it took Cosmo to gently peel his sweat-stained pajamas from his body - and then he was holding me as we entered the shower, Cosmo turning it on, and setting it to tepid.
Rocket stood there, lost, listless, as I soaped, lathered, and washed every part of him aside from his intimate places, falling back against my body as I thoroughly cleaned and massaged him, getting rid of the dirt and sweat from his fur, then working down, down, to the skin beneath, working him over such that he sobbed again before starting to purr, weakly. "There's a good boy..." I murmured gently. Letting Rocket finish washing himself on his own, I briefly washed myself, too, then it was shower off and Cosmo dried me as I gently dried Rocket with the thickest, softest, fluffiest towel. I thought Rocket would sort of 'come around' after that - that he would wake a little, come to his senses, perhaps laugh a little then thank me and quietly leave...
... But worry grew in my heart for him as he listlessly wandered over to the wardrobe where I kept my clothes--and then my heart ached as he sobbed again, fossicked through my clothes, pulled out a shirt that was way too large, that made him seem so very small, and frail. He put it on, and then, raising his arms like all children do, he cried, "U-Up!" Then, Cosmo whimpered as he repeated the word, sobbing, pleading, "Up!" My heart wrenched as my brain misheard the word as "Help..." My own eyes filling with tears, I knelt down to him and then he cried for real - deep, wracking, body-shaking, silent sobs as I took him up. "Upsy-daisy, li'l man, come on..." Cradling him gently, Cosmo followed a silent guardian behind us as I carried him back to bed in my arms, then Cosmo pulled back the thin sheets so I could settle in, tucking Rocket down beside me, into the warmth of my body, placing a kiss to his headfur.
I felt her hop back upon the bed herself as I petted Rocket, soothed him, stroked him just about everywhere as he hitched another sob and soaked in the attention and care. A little later, he did sort of come around, as we were drifting in and out of sleep. "I... thks..." he roughly murmured. "I... I gotta stop doin' this... but... Lylla, Teefs, Floor. Lylla... still miss 'em so much, god... gotta get over this...!" Now I looked at him, my gaze a little stern. "Hey, man... grief... really isn't something that you just 'get over.' It's not something that just... goes away. It can stay with you your whole life; one day you'll think you're fine... but then you'll see something, or hear something, or taste something - or be doing something, like reading a book - and it'll all come back. Because... grief is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give but can't. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is love persevering. Grief is love - your love for your friends - with no place to go... because... your friends... aren't here anymore. Yeah, I know that's 'stating the obvious', but... God... I'm sorry, buddy. I'm so, so sorry."
Now Rocket was gone again, head sideways on my chest, muzzle open, heaving great lungfuls of air as he cried, and cried, and cried, silently at first, but then an awful noise of anguish escaped him and I made to cuddle him, squeeze him gently, put his ear to my chest, let him hear my heartbeat--fuck, I wished I could share with him my heart but I couldn't; all I could do was be there for him as his friend, or - in times like this - be here for him when he just needed someone to be with for a while. Cosmo, too, was there; she nosed under the thin sheets, whimpering, concerned, licked at Rocket here and there until he managed a watery laugh; then together, we all drifted to sleep. Tomorrow would be a day for Rocket - we'd go and do all the things he wanted to do, together, no matter what they were.
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gratitude list time I'll go first
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srvanderino · 2 months
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Stupid dog, stop sleeping so cutely~!
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When Im looking after the family dog while working from home today and he just wants to cuddle and have belly scratches during my lunch break 😂🙈😅
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satans-knitwear · 6 hours
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She stole my blankie and made herself extra cosy. I'm so proud, she's just like me fr.
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mwolf0epsilon · 4 months
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Psst Eps. Where is Muttley. Where is the therapy doggo
She comes in later after the shadowing assessments are done.
The Jedi Council sees that the 105th's veteran troopers are in much worse condition than the younger squads that other battalions took on so, after a thorough discussion and a suggestion from one very specific Jedi, they comes up with an idea of how to help the 105th lads become a little less uncooperative in the form of some community service with a trustworthy private establishment (serve as security detail and learn to unwind around natborns who are in no position to judge or push them around).
When that proves effective with getting them to work with natborns but not clones, a group of clone medics suggests getting them a therapy massiff to give them a common goal to bond over (raising and training a massiff definitely would do the trick while also serving as much needed emotional support). Rex goes to Fox to inquire where one could get a massiff pup while on Coruscant, and Fox gives him some directions to someone who won't ask questions because the Corrie Kennels are currently not breeding any.
Rex sends Fives and Jesse to get the massiff pup from a rather shady gentleman. They come back with an albek pup instead (very easy mistake to make since they're incredibly similar).
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bunjovibunny · 1 year
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Me giving my pup, Abel, bunch of kisses.
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iplayvidya · 1 year
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I fucking love dogs, man 🥹
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xtom-darling-x17 · 1 year
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Your reindeer
12th December - Fluff
Chase Stokes x Reader
Summary - Chase dresses up his doggy, Milo as a reindeer. You and him cuddle on the sofa with Milo and hot chocolate.
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You sat on the sofa, cuddled up with blankets as you waited for Chase to get back with your Hot chocolate and movie.
“Chase, are you going to bring my hot chocolate?,” You shouted, he is taking quite a long time, wondering where he got up to. You stand up, his dressing gown dragging along behind you as you walk to the kitchen.
“Hang on buddie, I’m getting your duckie,” Chase tosses Milo, his dog his toy. Him gladly taking it into his mouth with a happy woof, “Such a good boy,” he ruffles his fur.
“Oh my,” You gasp grinning, “We got our own little reindeer,” Milo runs to you, barking at your presence.
“Yh, I’ve dressed him up because I thought it was cute,” Chase bends down to kiss your lips, “I wanted to surprise you but this one was too excited, weren’t you baby boy,” Chase strokes him, Milo keeps barking excited, “Yes, you were,”
“Here Milo,” You toss him his duck after he dropped it, “Good boy, such a cute baby,” You hugged him, ruffling his fur.
“He’s getting more cuddles than me!” Chase playfully huffs, crossing his arms as he pouts.
“C'mere then, you big baby,” You laugh, taking your two boys into your arms, “You know that I love you both just the same,” You wink, Milo barks happily to you and chase, before running off again to see his duckie that he loves on the floor.
“I know,” Chase smirks, taking you into his warm embrace, “I am going to make you that hot chocolate, princess,” He gets off of the floor, helping you up.
You hug him from behind as he makes your hot chocolate, “And you say I’m the clingy one,” Chase chuckles, pouring the milk and chocolate into the cup, putting it into the microwave.
“Mm,” You hum, Chase pops you on the counter, him now between your legs, “As you say, sweetheart,” he kisses your lips passionately, taking your tongue into his.
“I love how you taste,” Chase whispers into your lip, “You look so cute with my clothes on you, look at my hood over your head,” he stares in awe.
“You do?” You giggle, “I do to you too,” You express, hugging him as he lifts you up, your legs wrap around his waist. Chase carries you to the sofa, “You sit there, while I go take care of your hot chocolate,”
“Milo,” You squeal in delight as you take the fluffy baby into your arms, “Woof,” you ruffle his fur, “Woof” Milo sticks his tongue out panting happily.
Milo has fake antlers on his head to make him look like a reindeer, as he walks it jiggles. He rushes towards Chase, “Milo, come sit,” You pat on the sofa for him to come to you and not knock Chase over with the hot chocolates.
“Thanks, Babe,” You smile, kissing his cheek, Chase sipping on his own hot chocolate, and Milo settles down to sit next to Chase, cuddling him with you.
“Your welcome,” Chase kisses your cheeks, hanging an arm around you as you cuddle into his chest.
“Did you pick a movie?” You grin bringing the blankets up to your face, “Yh,” Chase turns the Tv on, the lights in the living room going off as the Christmas movie comes on.
Later into the night, Chase and you fell asleep. You woke up to Milo’s barking, “Good boy,” You ruffle his fur, knowing he wants feeding before he sleeps.
You turn back to go to the living room, seeing your other baby boy sleeping. His cute little snores coming out of his mouth, his hand clenching the blanket, you chuckle at how fast his hair grows it’s nearly grown out.
“Hey sleepy head,” You whisper, Chase’s eyes flutter open, “Are we going to go to bed?” You ruffle his hair as he pouts rubbing his eye, he nods standing up.
“Our reindeer has already fallen asleep in his bed,” You teases, “Yh he has,” Chase smiles looking at Milo sleeping, he takes your hand leading you upstairs, “Are you sleepy too?”
“No not really,”
“Do you want to have a hot, relaxing bath with me?” You nod, Chase takes out towels for you both.
Chase runs a bath as you strip out of your clothes. you set yours and Chase’s pjs out on the bed, “I’ve turned the heating up on earlier because I knew you would want to have a bath,” you smirk, kissing his lips.
“That’s why I love you,” he teases, turning off the tap, Chase gets in first, taking your hand into his to help you in.
“Mm, I love you too,” You hum, sitting against his toned, ab chest, “Relaxed princess?” His arms wrap around your midriff, “Yh,” You smiled, feeling Chase’s lips on your neck and shoulders.
“Let me take care of you,” he uses your sponge to wash you, “Chase,” You giggle, “That tickles,” You splash the water, bubbles bubbling up even more.
Chase massages your shampoo into your scalp as you lean back further into his chest. You turn around into the bath to wash his hair with shampoo too. “Love when you wash my hair, baby,” Chase coos, peppering kisses all over your face.
“Mm, love your hands into my hair too,” You kiss his forehead, laying your head onto his shoulder.
“We can make cookies tomorrow,” Chase whispers, “I know how you love to bake,”
“Mm,” You nod, your eyes slightly closing, “You're sleepy.. aren’t you?” Chase lifts you up, helping you out of the bath, helping you dry yourself with a fluffy towel. He carries you to your bedroom, you sleepily put on your pjs with him.
“Goodnight, My princess,” Chase pulls the cover over you, turning the light off and kissing your forehead, “Love you so much,”
“Mm, Night,” You smile into his chest, drifting off to sleep as you cuddle under the warm duvet, “Love you so much too, chase,”
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lonerdoh · 4 months
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I think I just want constant cuddles and warmth and undivided attention and unconditional love and someone always happy to see me when I want them to. I think I want a dog. 🐕
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