normalize talking to pets
My babies 💔 I miss them so much. I can’t believe it’s been ¾ years since they both passed away.
It does not get easier and it sucks but wow, they were such angels in my life.
dogs are amazingly therapeutic for BPD, at least in my case. they give me so much validation even when I don’t think I need it.
my chihuahua used to live with my older sister, her boyfriend, and his mom, before she died and he became mine. he didn’t get much praise or attention simply because he was always with his elderly owner who didn’t have the energy and they usually stayed in a separate room from the others.
now that I tell him every time he does something good, he makes sure to also tell me every time I do something good. I helped him up on the bed a minute ago and he gave me kisses and put his paw on my arm like he does. he tells me when I’ve been a good human. I love my Buddy so very much.
I love my dog but…I don’t even know. She’s super photogenic— most of the time.
Like wth. Also rainbow. Much gay. Appreciate.
My dogs are the only thing keeping me from losing my mind right now.
The other day my chihuahua was so excited to see me when I came home he put his front paws on my knee and just bounced, and bounced, and bounced, for a full minute. He stopped for a second, but then kept going because it was making me laugh.
Yesterday me and him were chasing my rat terrier around the house and I finally caught him and sat on the floor and said “we got him, Buddy! let’s give him kisses!” and Buddy knows the word “kisses” by now, so he licked Peanut’s face on one side while I kissed him on the other.
Last night I was freaked out and upset because I fucked up this drawing I’d been doing by coloring in the entire background before I actually did any real drawing. I had been planning to do this I Spy style thing filled with all kinds of tiny details, but instead there was just this huge empty pink space I spent fifteen minutes coloring, with a few doodles on the bottom. It really scared me that I could be that absent. Blank spaces are a bit of a trigger for me as well in certain contexts, and filling in an entire page with solid color as I completely forget what I’m doing is pretty much the worst kind of context. (And talk about a fucking waste of ink, you know? I’m really conservative with my art supplies.)
Peanut did what he always does when I get upset, have panic attacks, or feel psychosis coming on: he sat in my lap and waited for me to pet him. When I didn’t immediately pet him, he got my attention by licking my hands. Sometimes when I get like that, he’ll put his paws on my shoulders and his face right in mine. Once a while ago he even bit me. He makes me focus on him so I’ll hold him and pet him, because that gives my hands something non-destructive to do (I’ve been pulling my hair and hitting myself on the head in panic attacks lately). He learned this on his own, too; he’s had no service dog training whatsoever. Because of him I don’t get explosive like I used to, and Buddy keeps me from feeling that utter emptiness of this house.
I love my boys.
Tony Stark Taking His Son For Walk While Giving The
“DO NOT SPEAK TO ME OR MY SON EVER AGAIN” Vibes = a threat 🌠😌👌🏼
Bonus: Here’s A Courtesy Picture Of Tony’s Child, He Has Stated To Please Cherish And Love Him With All your heart Since He Is A Special
(Tony Told Peter They Weren’t Getting Ice Cream For Lunch And Peter Is a Bit Upset About It)
“SO THERE FOR SHOW HIM SOME LOVE AT THE SPIDEY Baby”
La mejor idea que ha tenido la humanidad ha sido la de domesticar a los perros
Best idea humanity’s had is the one in which we domesticated dogs.
Black lab under black tree
Me: *life falling apart* so, I saw a dog today…
Yes this is just a blur but Autumn is so beautiful. I also wanted to share our difficult times. Duffy’s best friend Haj the shar pei is sick. None of us is taking it well. We wish you a nice Friday tho! ❤
There’s nothing quite like the feeling of your dogs piling on top of you when you’re feeling like garbage. I fucking love my animals. 😭
My heart belongs to the pooches 💖🐶🐕🐾
Very big German shepherd does not like thunder,and after trying to crawl directly into my lap has now wedged himself between me and the back of the lounge.
Il lato positivo, è che non rischio di pigliarmi la monosucleosi.
L’unico che bacio è il mio cane.
-I’ll just lye here…