#purebred golden retriever

[moodybrunette-blog]

Sisters 🐾

#golden retrievers #purebred golden retriever #dog mom #like #reblog #nature #river #summer #puppies #golden retriver puppy #personal #dogs of Canada #dogs of tumbler

[orangedogsquad]

Girls trip to an inner city dog park today!

#maple #Holly #Tess #the park was great #lots of space #right next to the yarra #we met up with some friends and went for a walk through the park #did get told that there are ‘no purebred golden retrievers’ though which is certainly a take #oh and Tess and holly found a tree that had a possum in it and Tess’s Scent Hound Song got activated which was v amusing #2024 #after boy walk this morning then this trip everyone is very tired now

[dykebluejay]

purebred cats are SUCH a bad idea tbh. like most purebred dogs have one or two things their breed loves to die about but purebred cats are like you name it baby i’ll die of it

#bluejay.txt #golden retrievers r like cancer time :3 the moment they turn 8 #but purebred cats will look u in the eyes and say i have fatty liver disease pancreatitis arthritis & hypertrophic cardiomyopathy by age 4 #pleeeeease just get a domestic shorthair.

[wappingersfalls]

Flynn, 4 months old now!

#golden retriever #puppy #pnw #summer #purebred dog #washingtonstate #woods #upnorth #forrest #home #pnwonderland #wanderlust #pugetsound #mountains

[dogbook-is-hell]

#dogbook #dogbook is hell #dog #dogs #dogblr #facebook #golden retriever #purebred does not mean well bred #purebred vs well bred #purebred snob #purebred does not equal well bred #purebred dog #purebred #byb #backyard breeder #puppy mill #dog breeding #infographic

[grison-in-space]

gotta say, the "id dog breeds" gimmick is fun and all but the thing about referencing biological categories is that they're so much messier than the car model IDs that are being riffed off. especially with anything with a poodle coat, given.... the thirty years of doodles meaning that there are a hell of a lot of crosses out there.

I would not personally presume to confidently announce the breed of any poodle/doodly thing without having hands on it, because a) crosses with all manner of options are so common, b) so much of the common heuristic for recognizing poodle vs doodle is a matter of haircut, and c) it's so hard to assess anything about the structure of a dog with a loose, rough coat that obscures the dog's shape. Frankly, after getting Benton's Embark back, I also don't make confident pronouncements about any mix.

Yeah, that dog is approximately half American Bully. Guess that from looking at him, folks. (I routinely flabbergast dog professionals by encouraging them to guess his breed makeup.) I still regularly read the r/DoggyDNA subreddit, and it's just astonishing how many ways there are to build a mutt and how hard it is to accurately predict anything about a mixed breed dog's ancestry without additional information--especially when a lot of colors pop out in mixes in some rather unexpected ways. (For example: Golden and Labrador retriever mixes have a pronounced tendency to pop out as brindles, bewildering everyone concerned. There are a lot of dominant black pit bulls. And about 75% of anything with a wire coat is poodle, not any kind of terrier.) There are so many ways to get a black and tan or sable dog. If you want to claim expertise, you have to know what the limits of your knowledge are and when you need additional information to make a call.

Identifying purebred dogs which come out of a controlled gene pool is obviously much easier, although you need to be aware how various populations within breeds have been selected and what those populations typically look like. Even then, you need to be careful: it's so easy to assume that conformation shots show you what a given dog breed looks like, but that's usually not the case: both pet and working populations have often diverged substantially from the conformation ideal, not least because conformation standards are a fucking social construct. We have to distinguish between socially constructed and natural categories when we try to learn how to run these kinds of identifications.

more broadly, dogs are living things and therefore they don't come with model numbers or unique serial numbers. "Breed" is a social construct that shapes their populations because, basically, our human culture says it should. You can identify a car very accurately because cars are human-made inanimate objects, and each category of car is essentially identical within the category at construction. That's how mass-produced items work. They lend themselves so nicely to this kind of ordered assignment and identification.

Animals do not work like that. You can strive for uniformity all you want, but mutation is going to pop up and fuck with your carefully uniform lines when you aren't looking. For example, just look at the C57BL/6J and C57BL/6N mouse substrains, which have been bred in total isolation from any other mouse population in brother-sister matings aiming for total uniformity since the 1930s... and were noticed having developed divergent characteristics by the 1950s. Turns out that substrain matters.

And you can't tell without running some very specific tests, let alone from any marker so plain as a static picture.

#possibly this last is also rather petty #but it is certainly a Trip to have a post of mine reblogged with a proud breed ID appended #when I clearly identified the very distinctive and easily recognized breed involved in the OP tags myself #dogblr

[klanced]

dog au

this is less about designating them as a specific dog breed and more about the Vibes

keith: he’d be one of those dogs that are bred to have a specific job but he’s unemployed (read: house dog) so he just constantly destroys the house and eats the walls. neurotic as fuckkkkkkk. he would calm down if you gave him a sheep or something

allura: one of those dogs that looks like a horse like a greyhound or an afghan hound. if allura was a dog she’d have a long skinny snout and huge soulful eyes that make her look like a prey animal. neurotic as FUCK but she doesn’t eat the walls like keith instead she just micromanages the shit out of her daily walks

shiro: obviously you could type-cast him as one of the Quintessential Japanese Dog Breeds but that’s such low-hanging fruit imo. i do think shiro is one of those dogs that was bred to thrive in subzero temperatures but now he’s forced to live in like san francisco so he constantly suffers from heat exhaustion. he’s still missing one of his front legs in this au idk maybe zarkon hit him with his car or something.

hunk: born to be a teacup dog forced to be Huge. if you compare him in the tags to a golden retriever i will stone you. if hunk was a dog i think he’d be one of those dogs that have beautiful bangs and luscious facial hair like a portuguese water dog. i actually think hunk would have less anxiety if he was a dog

lance: honestly idk what kind of dog lance would be all i can say definitively is that: 1) he’d be one of those dogs with a weird shaped head, and 2) he’d be one of those dogs that were bred to Hunt and Chase. so looooong legs. i also think he would have very short + thin + smooth fur and he wants to be a lap dog so, so, so bad but he unfortunately weighs like 50+ pounds

pidge: i think pidge would be one of those mean as fuck small dogs. like she’s an angel to her family but a total terror at the dog park to the point that you have to walk her at weird hours so there are less dogs around for her to bully. i know pidge is comically short in canon but as a dog i think she’d be a small to medium sized breed. i also think pidge would be some kind of spaniel or one of those dogs that have alarmingly human-like eyes

coran: ok i know i said this wouldn’t be a specific list but coran is CLEARLY some kind of terrier and he is specifically one of those breeds that has glorious muttonchops like an airedale terrier or a scottish terrier. if coran was a dog he’d be the purest kind of purebred with a carefully registered bloodline going back hundreds of generations in scotland

#voltron #keith #allura #shiro #hunk #pidge #lance #coran #shitpost #dog au #katiecanons #i guess. like why not. #this joke was too mean to include in the post: dog lance has thin fur as a reference to his canonically thinning hairline #neurotic as fuck: keith and allura #surprisingly not neurotic: shiro and hunk #they are not neurotic they are just absolute menaces: lance PIDGE and CORAN #i think out of all of them coran would have the best hunting + killing instincts. do you feel me.

[bangtanflirt]

This Could Be Home (Part 1)

Golden Retriever Hybrid Jungkook x Human Reader x Human Hoseok

Angst and Comfort. PG-13.

Part 1 > Part 2

Summary: As a purebred adopted by a high class family, some would think Jungkook had it all--but the pain behind the facade inevitably catches up to him. It’s only when you and Hoseok enter his life does he (gradually) allow himself to feel happiness again.

Warnings: Allusions to hybrid abuse, bruises, runaway hybrid jk, hybrid-on-hybrid violence and robbing of clothes, loss of consciousness

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Jungkook runs through the bustling streets, maneuvering around and almost getting hit by every other car on the road. He’s running with everything he’s got, too scared to look back and see them on his tail.

Them.

His “family.” The ones who adopted him. He can hear the husband and wife shouting his name—shouting for him to stop—but Jungkook knows that it’s too late to stop. He has to run as far away from those people if he wants to have any chance at surviving. It feels like they’ve been chasing him for hours when the shouts of his name finally die down, Jungkook musters up enough courage to take a peek behind him; the man and woman are on the ground, exhausted. Seeing the sight gives the hybrid a jolt of adrenaline, letting him run another mile to truly be off their radar.

It's near an old alley where his knees begin giving in. Jungkook half-sits-half-falls along the brick walls, noticing the odd looks passerbys are throwing his way. He’s not surprised: he knows he’s an unusual sight. It’s not everyday you see a hybrid simultaneously adorned in designer clothes while also being covered in dirt and bruises—a purebred, bought for millions, faring no better than a mutt on the streets.

He keeps his head low and tries regaining his strength, but it proves difficult considering how severely dehydrated he is. At some point his body is making decisions by itself, and he finds his way in front of you.

You, who’s in the process of chugging down an entire water bottle right then.

It’s obvious you were out for a run, with your sports attire and airpods. In a normal situation, Jungkook wouldn’t dare to even look in a stranger’s direction, but the big bottle in your hands is all that’s dictating his choices right now.

You stop mid-drink, lowering the bottle and taking a good look at the mess of a boy in front of you. You take notice of the ears and collar. Ah, a runaway hybrid.

It’s not like you’ve never seen a runaway before, but it was surprising to see one in such ostentatious clothing. Underneath all the dirt on his face, you’re sure this was someone’s prized purebred.

You attempt at reaching a hand out to give him the bottle, but the boy jumps back as fast as lightning. So, you place the bottle on the floor and take a couple steps back. Only then does he nudge forward and pick up the bottle. It’s not until every last drop of water has been emptied down his throat does he finally put the bottle down. You can tell he’s still thirsty.

“Hey buddy,” you try with your gentlest voice, “can you tell me your name?”

He nods “no” fervently, gripping his tag with white knuckles to hide it from your gaze.

“Why not?”

“Y-you’ll turn me in. D-don’t wanna go back.”

Your heart sinks at his terrified mannerisms. Poor thing.

“I promise I’m not going to turn you in. You don’t have to tell me your name if you don’t want to, but a scared little hybrid like you shouldn’t be wandering the streets like this. Do you want to come to my house for a bit? I can get you more water and some food.”

More water? Food? Two things Jungkook could really go for right now. But the last thing he wants to do is follow a stranger into their house. He’s just escaped one lion’s den.

You observe the hybrid’s apprehensive body language.

“Okay,” you sigh dejectedly, “I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to. I run along this path every evening at this same time, so come find me if you change your mind.”

And with that, you’re off.

The rest of the day is torturous, to say the least. Only food Jungkook could find was a couple of pizza crusts outside of a restaurant. When night settled in, the boy found a corner and made himself a space between dumpsters. His eyes were closing on their own after the long day he’s had, but a sudden loud thud shakes all sleep out of him. When his eyes fully open, he’s met with the source of the sound. Two doberman hybrid strays stand tall before him, the taller one holding a metal pipe and hitting one of the dumpsters Jungkook was in between. The golden retriever’s eyes widen as the situation dawns on him.

“Looks like we have a high-class bitch on our hands,” the shorter one laughs.

Jungkook presses his knees to his chest, arms shielding his head. The strays continue laughing at the pathetic state of the boy.

“The clothes look fancy as hell, wonder how much we could make with them,” chimes the taller one.

“Let’s find out.”

___

“Hey, hey stay with me. Open your eyes, please.”

Jungkook regains consciousness to see you hovering over him, splashing water in his face. You take a big sigh of relief at his awakened state. He props himself up hastily, alarmed and confused at what’s going on.

“What the hell happened to you?! I’m gone for a few hours and I find you practically naked and with even more bruises.” You sound exasperated, and he feels bad for worrying you.

“Why did you come back?” The boy asks meekly, “It’s not tomorrow yet.”

“I just got this bad about feeling leaving you alone for that long—and for good reason, apparently. You weren’t at that alley, so I searched the surrounding area until I found you here, unconscious. Who did this to you?”

“Other hybrids. They, um, wanted my clothes.”

You let your head fall into your hands in frustration. It’s silent between you two for a good five minutes.

“Okay, it’s settled. I’m taking you home with me. I’m not asking anymore.”

Jungkook is too worn down to fight back.

___

The car stops in your driveway, and your boyfriend comes out to help you with the now-asleep-hybrid. Hoseok delicately handles the golden retriever, minding his long limbs when carrying him through the doorframe. He places the boy on the couch, grimacing at the beaten state he’s in. You wrap Jungkook’s half-naked figure in the thickest blanket you can find, and the both of you stay downstairs and watch him throughout the night.

Jungkook wakes up in a cold sweat, despite the warm blanket he finds himself in. He doesn’t know where he is. He doesn’t recognize anything about his surroundings, and the sleeping man in front of him only makes his flight senses go overdrive. But just as he’s fumbling out of the blankets, your hands come in and stop him—causing yesterday’s hazy memories to trickle in. It also puts him in high awareness of the pain he’s in.

“Relax, Jungkook. You shouldn’t be moving after what happened yesterday. Please just stay and get some rest.”

You know his name…which means you saw his tag and probably called his owners to come get him.

You spot the fear in his eyes immediately as you uttered his name. “Hey, no one’s turning you in. I only wanted to know your name.” There’s a sincerity in your voice that throws him off.

The talking awakens the other male in the room. Hoseok locks eyes with Jungkook, causing the latter to freeze up. But your boyfriend’s eyes quickly turn into crescents as he flashes the hybrid with his signature heart-shaped smile.

“Hi Kookie! I can call you Kookie, right? I came up with it last night, and I think it really suits you!”

“Hoseok, you’re gonna scare the boy off!” you lightly scold.

“Ah, sorry,” he rubs the back of his head and slows down, “let’s start over. I’m Hoseok, y/n’s boyfriend. She came home very worried about you yesterday evening, and I’m glad she brought you in before something even worse happened.”

Jungkook just nods and looks down, unsure of what to say in such a situation.

Y/n…you have a pretty name, he thinks to himself. Actually, now that’s really looking at you…you’re quite pretty too.

“I’m making pancakes,” you announce. “Hoseok’s going to get you into some of his clothes and we’ll bring the food to you. Only get up when you really need to, it’s not good for you to move around too much when you’re like this.”

Everything’s a whirlwind, from Hoseok dressing the boy, to you shoving pancakes in his mouth. The clothes had a strong scent of Hoseok on them—lavender and honey intertwined. He observed the way you and Hoseok talked to each other, love and warmth gushing from each syllable you exchanged. This wasn’t an atmosphere he was used to: for the first time in years, Jungkook felt his tail twitch slightly in content.

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A/N: Are we liking hybrid jk? Are we hating his owners? Hopefully the answer is yes and yes.

#hybrid jungkook #hybrid bts #reader x hopekook #angst and comfort #jungkook x reader #hoseok x reader

[favouritefi]

Not a medical question as much as an invitation to hear a very silly story of someone mildly embarrassing themselves but. Have any of the doglads ever given themselves happy tail

none of the dogboys in our main cast have ever gotten it since they are all long/curly haired breeds or they aren't big time tail waggers. though your q got me thinking about the waggability rankings (how much they wag their tail) of the dogboy officers under fitzjames aboard erebus so here it is:

Gore - dude's a purebred golden retriever, enough said

Collins - the kinda dogboy who wags his tail even when he's nervous (he's a portuguese water dog btw)

Des Voeux - english bulldog so when he wags his tail he ends up shaking his whole ass so he tries his best not to wag it

Dundy / Fairholme - these two afghan hounds are too posh to wag

if you wanna know where tozer ranks he would probs be on par with collins, an above average tailwagger but not a happy go lucky boy like gore. put the three of them in a room and you gotta relocate all the vases

#purror and erebark

[moodybrunette-blog]

Benelli-Nova🐾

#new puppy #dog mom #puppy #golden retriever #golden retriver puppy #country #like #follow #reblog #western #farmhouse #gun dog #pretty girl #purebred golden retriever #personal #puppy life

[wingedshadowfan]

rereading ninth house reminded me tripp was actually the first character alex encounters in the book, if only we had known back then how important his description would become

Tripp was on the sailing team, a third-generation Bonesman, a gentleman and a scholar, a purebred golden retriever—dopey, glossy, and expensive. He was rumpled and rosy as a healthy infant, his hair sandy, his skin still tan from whichever island he’d spent winter break on. He had the ease of someone who had always been and would always be just fine, a boy of a thousand second chances. “We good?” he asked eagerly.

it was all a set up, foreshadowing his role in hell bent:

“Huh? Oh, right. Good. Where’s Darlington anyway? He already sticking you with the shit jobs?” Tripp tolerated Alex, tried to be friendly with her because he wanted his belly rubbed by everyone he encountered, but he genuinely liked Darlington.

even him asking alex if she's got any tattooes and her telling him they're not her thing

#ninth house spoilers #hell bent spoilers #ninth house #hell bent #leigh bardugo books #leigh bardugo #alex stern #galaxy stern #tripp helmuth

[kedreeva]

I am proud of myself for cleaning my friends' kitchen to help them make it appropriate for moving out so their landlord didn't burst an aneurysm at the state of the place. It took hours. I did it all by myself because they weren't home and I was so bored. I overheated so fast and did 80% of it almost naked to fight off the sensory issues.

One good thing that happened to me this year is that I officially started looking for a service dog and obtained one!

The first dog we tried had to be washed out as he was way too protective (typical cattle dog behavior) and now lives happily on a farm. The second dog is working out really well, and I love him so much. He is my son. His name is Olly and his middle name is Sunny. He's a golden retriever and his birthday is January 11th! He's a purebred golden retriever and a menace to society. I love him. He's turning one. He is very much still in training, so his numerous crimes against not only humanity, but this world as a whole, are forgivable.

That was very kind of you to do for your friend, and I'm glad you were able to find a service dog! I hope he trains perfectly <3

Here are some of the siamese/himalayan mice I picked up to try to get my siamese line back on track (and they've been GREAT boys, very enthusiastic about their job of Make Babies)

#mice #mouse #my pets #siamese line #asks #nye game #dogs

[followthebluebell]

How is it that your rescue primarily deals with purebred cats when they are such a small percent of the cat population?

Basically the same way a golden retriever rescue deals primarily with golden retrievers: we seek them out AND we're first contact for a lot of shelters. If a shelter within our active zone (which is very large since we've got a lot of people) gets a pedigreed cat, they'll often contact us first to see if we've got room.

[detentiontrack]

Sometimes I feel like a purebred golden retriever that was raised in a calm loving family in its puppy years, and sometimes I feel like a line bred chihuahua who had zero socialization as a puppy and shakes violently when the doorbell rings

[dualityvn]

If Keith and Tenebris were purebred dogs, would they be?

A golden retriever and a dobberman

#duality game #yandere #dating sim #visual novel

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

Love the way slimbo's beautiful purebred golden retriever makes us look like we're dumb rich yuppies when in reality slimbo got him for free or else we'd definitely just have another random craigslist mutt like pochita