"Oh no! I see where this is going. George we already have five dogs!"
George went into the kitchen and came back with a little golden colored labrador puppy in his arms.
"I found him roaming around the trash cans in search for food. I couldn't simply leave him to starve."
He held the puppy closer to her face.
"And besides who could resist such a cute little face?"
Gina who knew very well that she was doomed, for she couldn't abandon the puppy and already having five full grown dogs to take care of: *happy sad crying*
giving myself an idea for a new fic and trying to stealthily open a blank word document but the tiny edna mode that i installed in my brain for exactly this reason immediately wakes up from a dead sleep and begins smacking me over the head with a rolled-up newspaper
Let me preface this by saying I want all the dog updates (dupdates?) all the time, but also it would be very funny if you only posted Wednesday updates on Wednesdays. (How is the settling in going? Does she let you pick her up, and if so does she enjoy it?)
Hello friend! She's settling in nicely! And yes, she absolutely does let me pick her up. In three weeks we've graduated from "running away when I come near her" to "will climb into my lap herself and settle there". 😂
We've also graduated from 'scaredy puppy' to 'feral child with an insatiable thirst for adventure". At this point, she lets me reach into her mouth freely, which is great, because I have to do so often to remove the nuts/rocks/plants/dung/beetles she picks up and carries with her on walks.
I am also happy to report that I have many more pupdates coming! I just have to find the time to draw them in a funny way.
And I am, in fact, planning to post Wednesday only on Wednesdays... :) it just seems fair.
So the recent lovely adorable Catula art got me thinking about the Dracula cast and animals. Namely, what pets they would have.
Jonathan+Mina - they both love cats, Jonathan often feeds strays, and after all that's happened they're finally able to get their own cat now that they have a stable home/money/etc. The cat and baby Quincey Harker are best friends.
Quincey Harker - The family cat of course, but later on Uncle Art gets him a dog (maybe a puppy from Lucy's pug, see below), and I think he would very much be the kind of kid who always tries to adopt random animals he finds while playing, especially if they're hurt or seem abandoned. More often than not he gets his wish since his parents are softies.
Arthur - dogs, obviously. He keeps them for hunting but also very much dotes on them and loves them. Also, I want Lucy to have had a pet pug (pre-unhealthy breeding standards) that Arthur adopts after her death, because I think that is a very adorable idea and also maybe a comfort to them both when they needed it. (The pug was just never mentioned but it was totally there all along. Lucy's mom was worried it would disturb her sleep and kept it our of her room when she was more seriously sick, which is very upsetting except it does mean it survived the final attack night.)
Quincey - He's great with horses and does love them but I don't think he thinks of them as pets exactly. At least, I really love the idea of him thinking snakes are very cute, or maybe spiders. Imagine Quincey with a pet garter snake or tarantula. If the latter, maybe he caught it as a kid and still has it (since they can live like 30 years).
Seward - He claims not to really be an animal person and not to want any pets, but there is an asylum cat that spends approximately 80% of every day napping in the sun in his office. Sometimes it steals his chair or his desk and he just goes along with it. Definitely isn't sneaking it treats or anything, no way, its job is to catch mice and he won't ruin its appetite (he says hiding meat in his pockets).
Van Helsing - I REALLY want the reason he thinks parrots are immortal to be because he inherited one from his parents. It's older than he is, and as a kid he just assumed it must be immortal and has never fact-checked this belief. The parrot speaks almost entirely in mixed metaphors using multiple languages, just like its person.
Man some dog folk will really take the basic question asked by vet techs: “what do you feed?” as “my vet is trying to SELL me on this other garbage food!!11”. Really bothers me.