#foster pittie

[moonlight26posts-blog]

OUR LOVED ONES ARE DYING EVERYDAY MD! Because people are overbreeding, not getting their dogs and cats spayed and neutered and are either sick, dying or cannot afford care/food. The shelters are overcrowded, and rescues do not have the foster help they need!

THERE ARE A FEW SOLUTIONS, one is to be a loving foster for a homeless animal! Most often the rescue that you foster for will provide you with all the essentials you need to keep the dog/cat healthy, happy and well fed. You provide the space and the love! And what's really cool is if you fall in love with the furball that you foster, you get first dibs on adoption!

If you'd like to find out more, please email [email protected] with any questions, concerns or even what type of dog/cat would fit into your life.

Please share far and wide and let's save some of those lives we love!

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[modernday-jay]

personally i think one of the best jobs for allen would be fostering dogs. like i think he’d have a soft spot for pitbulls specifically 

#HE'S A SOFTIE YKNOW #AND PITTIES ARE SO #MISUNDERSTOOD #AND HE'D LOVE THEM #he loves all dogs but this just feels. perfect. #him and alfred running a dog fostering thing #omg hotel for dogs au when #jayposts

[softprelude]

god it would break danny's heart to learn about the animal shelter situation in the 80s

#reading abt it and crying lads #danny stepping into a shelter and realizing how many of the dogs in there are essentially doomed? #wanting to help so bad he starts volunteering and telling his mom he just has book club on weekends #firmly becoming a foster once he's free of patricia #and adopting a BUNCH of dogs on the side too #all rescues deemed 'too difficult' to adopt out #all doggos deserve a good home #& someone patient enough to earn their trust #me once again being emotional and using oc's as an outlet for my feelings #danny's character arc is just becoming a foster and pouring all his love and efforts into helping all sorts of critters #rehabilitating one (1) dog could fix him #& you know what? her name is Princess and she's a shepherd-pittie mix #➻ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐀 —《musings.》

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

It takes a mob pt. 9

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“So what color flowers do you think Marv would like to be buried with?”

Bill glanced to Ken as the kid made a loud squeal from his place on the counter.  The diaper incident was still fresh in mind but for the moment the kid looked content to stay solid.

Ken played with Danny’s legs before continuing his musings,

“We could go traditional roses, but carnations might have a better meaning and shit.”

“I don’t know shit ‘bout flowers.” Bill grunted as he dumped a large mixing bowl of dough on to the table. “But I want his ass cremated, going to put him in an hourglass. Maybe he’ll finally will learn time and place.”

Me-Mah tutted as she measured and cut the portions.

“That child was never one to think things through.”

“It kept Danny out of the limelight, didn’t it?”

Me-mah snorted as she glanced over,

“But, at what cost boy?”

“A hell of an ass whoopin for the most part.”

A voice chimed in, and Bill felt some color leech from his face.

“Ayyyye, didn’t know you were scheduled to hop in Jay! What are you doin’ on this side of the front?”

From the corner of his eye, he saw Ken take a sudden dive to the floor with a loud thump.

Everyone paused for a second to look at the space the man once inhabited.

“…you good there Ken?”

Ken let out a wheeze as his head popped back into view.

“..Just some fractured dignity.”

“Riiight.. So, I heard you guys had quite a busy weekend, mind catching me up?”

“Well, I wouldn’t call it busy per se, but you know how- hey hey! Why don’t you not come over! you know what I’ll come over to you!”

Scrambling past the table tops Bill steered Jason back out the door onto the streets.

“You know I was actually going to ask Me-mah about a possible change in meal prep for next week, right?”

“And I can make sure she’s up to date and everything! No need for the higher ups to need to hand around you got your own projects to worry about!”

“Like the project you three have decided to take?”

“..I have no idea what you are talking about boss.”

Bill stumbled as Jason finally dug his heel as they came close to an alleyway opening.

“Now we can do this the easy way of the hard way Bill, and my night’s been headache inducing enough.”

With a gritted teeth, Bill trudged into the ally with little fanfare.

“So,”

Jason started through a puff of a cigarette,

“I would like to preface this talk with the fact that Marv will be fine. Some bruising and a concussion to match but no lasting damage as far as the doc is concerned.”

“Oh. That’s, good.”

“You don’t sound so sure of that.”

“No! It’s- it’s great that Marv is good an’ all but, this is the boss we’re talking about! That ain’t his usual M.O.”

Bill took off his hat and rubbed at his temple,

“I mean, I’ve seen the dude do a lot more for way less. No scarring? No disfigurement? Not even a broken nose??”

“And it was anyone else than it would’ve been so, but it’s Marv we’re talking about. The dumbass is the equivalent of a pittie in a sweater. Besides-“

Jay made a show of flicking the used bud into a puddle before shifting to face Bill and leaning a hip against the grimy wall.

“He had his gun in his holster, if he was trying shit, he would’ve went with that instead of a steel chair.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Home couldn’t come into view quick enough.

Unlocking the door, Bill dumped the bag in his arm before he made a b-line to the kitchen.

The kid had a set of lungs and was making it quite clear that he did not appreciate being hungry.

“It’s okay kid, let it out, good for the soul and all that.”

Bill started to bounce as the microwave warmed the key to his ears’ bliss. His mind couldn’t help but go back to his conversation with Jay in between Danny’s gasps of air.

“What’s the plan? Fling the kid from person to person? Playhouse until gets annoying and pass the kid around like a hot potato? I don’t think there’s a single person who went through foster that wouldn’t be able to tell you how that would work out.”

Gently, Bill removed the tot from his imprisonment before quickly scooping up the bottle and testing the heat on his wrist.

“Do you even know the first thing about babies? How to test their bottles temp and clean them? How about burping? What about Immunizations?  Or are you flying by your coat tails? They need commitment!”

It didn’t take as second for Danny to latch on with a content hum.

The quiet bliss could’ve been heroin as far as Bill was concerned.

Making his way back to the fallen bags, he got a glance at the small library that had made its home on his floor.

“What the hell have I gotten myself into?”

He could do this, he got his GED last year, so Bill was used to studying. He just had a bit of a time crunch to catch up is all.

“I don’t know shit about kids..”

One of the first things Jay did as soon as they properly introduced him to Danny was drag both of them to Dr. Leslie for an evaluation.

Bill’s original estimate was quite off.

The kid was about four months old.

Reaching over for a dirty towel, Bill shifted Danny to his shoulder and gave him some pats.

He wasn’t above admitting that a lot of what he was told went over his head, but a relative bill of good health was good news as any.

He couldn’t help but let out a huff of laughter when he noticed the kid’s face.

“What? What’s with dat look? Am I really doing this wrong Al-“

The sound that came out of the kid had no right being that grotesque.

Danny face smoothed as Bill looked down in mild horror as he felt new weight on the back of the onesie.

“..that wasn’t a fart, was it?”

The beginning of another spell of crying kicked the henchmen into gear.

“Right! Bath! Shit, don’t got one those bath thingies- uuhhh… right! Sink time Dano.”

Slinging the bag onto his shoulder, Bill went back to the kitchen and turned on the faucet sending a silent thank you to the two idiots who finally went home.

There was a bit of hesitation before he snapped the kid’s buttons off.

“Babies are messy Bill; they piss and shit and throw up to hell and back because it’s the only thing they can really do. If you can’t handle that then you have no right-“

With a quick shake of his hand, Bill made quick work of the kid’s clothes and diaper before turning his head to the side letting out a small gag.

He’s handled men’s entrails falling out of their bodies better than this.

Checking the temperature, Bill held Danny so that his back was to the faucet and started to splashing handfuls onto the mess.

“I know I know, not the most conventual cleaning but we’re going to have to sort that out tomorrow.”

Steeling his nerves, Bill fished out the baby soap from the bag and got to work.

“The things I do for yah…”

One freshly scrubbed Danny looked up with a giggle as Bill meticulously worked to keep the soup from his eyes.

A new problem emerged as the impromptu bath was over. There wasn’t a clean towel nearby much to Bill’s dismay.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sudden clearing of his work schedule via text made Bill pause before he tossed his phone within reach.

Letting out a huff he placed Danny onto the makeshift changing table.

“‘You need an adjustment period’ and ‘Can’t have you working in the high risk now and blah blah-‘ The bosses are acting like I’m some transplant now because of you.”

His complaints were unanswered by his audience though a small squeal of laughter did tug a smile onto his face as he plopped the kid’s rump back onto the clean diaper.

“Yeah.. yeah, yuck it up. Just so you know, this is a once in a lifetime thing goin’ on, so don’t expect me to pull a Wayne an’ bring you back any siblings.”

Dawn was breaking as close is ever did in the city.  The early commuters were starting their day and he bit back a yawn as he continued his work.

The two of them didn’t get to go back home until well past three. Both Jason and Dr. Leslie felt it consequential to give Bill a crash course in baby 101 and enough homework to reach his gills to boot.

Something that he was beginning to notice is that plans tend to not hold up when dealing with children.

Sure, Bill hasn’t got much range in experience with kids, but what plans he has made around Danny got shot through like a diamond store on a Saturday.

He planned to never have kids, and now that had one to take care of, he just planned to keep him clean and worry about everything else tomorrow but-

“Shit!”

Waving away the sudden cloud in his Face with a cough, Bill looked down at the scene in dismay.

What was once a perfectly clean skin was now powdered white up to a confused little chin.

“Come one Kid, up, up-“

Bill gently pulled them to a sitting position by the arms with snicker.

“We got the rest of our lives together kid.”

He started to try brush down the excess with a towel as he continued,

“Yeah, this ain’t goin’ to be easy, but hey, I’m in your corner for better or for worst.”

Scooping and wrapping up Danny in a bundle Bill took another glance around his apartment and tried not to grimace.

The kitchen window was patched over with some newspaper and tape and the carpet still had some questionable stains from the past.

As much as it sucked to admit, Bill knew his time here was limited.

A one-bedroom apartment was not good enough for a kid to grow up in.

The feeling a small hand brought him out of his musings.

“Bab bah.”

“You know that's very cute, but I just swaddled you for a reason. Phase you hand back under your blanket.”

With a gently poke Danny was once again fully engulfed.

“I’m going to have gray hairs by the time you learn to crawl, I can just feel it.”

That was another day’s concern, as for today.

“I think it’s time we go lay down for a bit. How’s that sound?”

With a small yawn from his companion, Bill eased into the couch and turned on the tv low with a sense of déjà vu.

‘If dad could see him now…’

And as he started to lose the battle with sleep a passing thought made him let out a small huff.

Maybe he’d give his old man a call, it’s not every day the family expands after all.

~~~~~~~~~~~

This has been an adventure. I started my tumblr page as a place to throw away my prompts so that someone else could get inspired and my brain wouldn’t hold onto them. I didn’t actually expect to not only use but finish one!

For all of you guys who’ve been following along on both tumblr and ao3, thank you.

Here’s to more stories to come!

#dp x dc #writing prompt #dc x dp #danny phantom #danny fenton #it takes a mob au #jason todd #there is going to be more on this au #but the main story is done! #please tell me your thoughts #it takes a mob

[itscomingupaces]

We all know Dylan has his cat Schrödinger, do any you think any of the other counselors have pets, either pre-canon or in the future? What kind do you envision for each of them? (I feel like surely Laura the pre-veterinary student would have some critters at least!)

ooh this is a good ask, thank you!

I love pets, so this might be more biased towards having them than not.

Laura: She always had pets, that's a big reason she wanted to go into veterinary medicine. I can see her having a hamster or pet rats in undergrad. When she gets into vet school, she adopts two of the teaching dogs when they retire. By the time she's a full veterinarian, there are like 3 rabbits, two cats, and two dogs in their house. How do they feed them all? Don't question it.

Max: Max grew up with little dogs, and not much else. He now has a small zoo with Laura, see above. His favourite is the big fluffy orange cat they adopted after finding him under their porch with no collar or microchip. They had to shave him down due to mats and then dressed him in little sweaters and Max fell in love.

Dylan: Dylan has Schrodinger, of course. I see him as 100% a cat guy. After the events of the Quarry, he fosters a pregnant cat for a shelter and names all the kittens after famous scientists to keep the theme (Einstein, Oppenheimer, Bohr, Franklin, Curie, etc). He keeps Oppy for himself <3

Ryan: I don't think he grew up with pets, and he wasn't sure if he really wanted any. I can see him inheriting a little Betta fish in a bowl from a roommate in art school, and he researches how to properly care for it. From there he gets into fishkeeping. It starts with that betta in a 3 gallon tank, then 5 gallons, then he gets a 40 breeder off like marketplace for $20 and he discovers live plants and tropical schooling fish. If he and Dylan get together, he spends too much time trying to keep the cats away from his tanks lol

Emma: I'm not sure what Emma would have. Maybe something like an Italian greyhound, it sits in the background of videos like a little derp. Or she ends up rescuing a bunch of mutts from the shelter.

Abi: I can see Abi having a bonded pair of rabbits! Or a medium sized dog like a Labrador Retriever. Something soft and friendly that can help her with her anxiety if she gets overwhelmed at home.

Kaitlyn: I love the idea of Kaitlyn having a big pittie or Rottweiler or Doberman, something with scary dog privilege but is really a big baby

Jacob: He gets a golden retriever because he is a golden retriever boyfriend.

Nick: I think he would have something more exotic, like an iguana or a cockatiel.

#the quarry #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #abigail blyg #emma mountebank #kaitlyn ka #nick furcillo #laura kearney #jacob custos #max brinly #the hacketteers #thank you for the ask! #kat answers

[poop4u]

Help! I think my dog pooped out something with a face -- 150 lb mastiff vs 8 lb pittie foster

#poop4u #dogmeme #dogphotography #dogsofinstaworld #dogsofig #doggy #lovedogs #instadogs #instagood #nature #k

[helixandchicken]

Happy gotcha day to the sweetest, friendliest, medically-needy-est pitty to ever exist!

1 year ago I picked up an overweight cough machine to foster for a month. 4 months and about 25 vet visits later, we adopted her! Can’t believe how much joy, destruction, and love she’s brought into our lives 💕

#chicken #gotcha day

[dreadfutures]

Loving LUMO: 2018 to Present :)

Just up in my feelings about my dog today. He's doing great! I love my dog! I just wanna talk about him. A lot. :) Like this is looooong.

I got my dog at the end of my senior year of undergrad, after I knew I got into a PhD program. I knew I couldn't make it through alone so I wanted a dog.

When I was young, I wanted a wolf! I wanted big fluffy scary looking dogs. Then I wanted a pretty, fluffy, exotic dog. But as I grew older and actually MET dogs (I didn't have a lot of them in my life before), I realized that those weren't the dog breeds for me. I wanted a dog that fit my lifestyle, but also a dog that NEEDED a home, and love. And I wanted to make an impact, rescuing a breed that was often found in overflowing shelters in the US.

Why coonhounds? **mentions of animal abuse, skip to the next section

In California, shelters are primarily full of huskies, chihuahuas, german shepherds, and pitbulls. Since I didn't know where I was going to live or what the ordinances would be, I reluctantly decided I couldn't get a pitty. Many of the chihuahuas, huskues, and GSDs in shelters have serious health problems, probably coming from puppy mills and unethical breeding situations. I knew that any dog could develop an expensive health condition (foreshadowing) but I wanted to find a breed where that was less likely to happen.

I had read that the less "pretty" working dogs are usually better bred. They're smart, learn quickly, and (many hunting dogs) are content with long lazy seasons on the couch. I also learned that hunting dogs are abused and abandoned after hunting season, especially when people get "hunting breeds" and assume all the complex training of hunting is instinctive--it's not, it must be trained. But these "Defective"/"Failed" hunting dogs are let go to freeze and starve, and shelters can't take all of them. Someone called them the chihuahua of the south lol.

“It is sad when they treat these dogs as ‘tools’ they can throw away, instead of treating them like family members.”

Whether dumped or lost, these hunting dogs end up in local shelters, if they’re lucky. Many times they end up shot, hit by cars, or die of starvation or disease.

Believe me I read up on all the downsides of adopting a rescue vs. getting a purebred puppy from a breeder. I read up on all the downsides of hunting breeds. And even so I knew this was probably going to be a good fit.

I also found Maddie on instagram, who is a gorgeous redtick coonhound and possibly the most well-trained dog in the world. I was convinced and turned to a national Coonhound Rescue that takes coonhounds from the south and moves them across the country to be loved in places where they're not so common.

Finding Lu

I originally did want a female redtick that looked like Maddie, so I put in an application for one. The rescue called me and said they had another dog in mind for me and my lifestyle, "But he has a lot of skin! That means he drools A LOT."

His name was Dallas.

Dallas is a handsome 2 year old American English Coonhound being fostered in [city]. He enjoys the simple life and loves nothing more than a warm, comfy place to sleep. He is housetrained, cratetrained and leashtrained; also good in the car. He would do well in a home with slightly older children and would make an excellent companion. This boy wants a loving and consistent family or person to show him how great his life can be. He weighs about 55 lbs and also does well with cats and other dogs.

This is the photo I was sent. :) I fell in love. This was going to be my dog! MY DOG. My first dog. Mine.

I was told he had been found on the streets, emaciated and sick, and that he had become an absolute counter surfer and couch potato in his foster home. And he could climb 10 ft fences if he saw a cat lol. They said he had "anxiety," but as I learned it was severe, severe PTSD from abuse.

I was originally going to name him Mo. For "Mopey." He had the saddest brown eyes and emo eyeliner, it seemed to fit. But "Mo" sounds a lot like "No!" and I soon realized they weren't kidding about hounds being independent and strong-willed. I still wanted "Mo" to be part of his name, but decided on LUMO as a chemistry reference since it was very relevant to my subfield I was going into. So he became "Lu."

The very first day I took him home, he had explosive diarrhea all over the car and there were no dog bathing places taking walk ins, so I had to haul his 35 pounds of skin and bones into the bath. Intense bonding experience to be sure.

He was so, so skinny. You can see in the photos how knobby his tail is, and how you can count his spine, and how all his ribs and his hips stick out. People would come up to me at restaurants and YELL at me "don't you FEED YOUR DOG?????? how can you be so cruel?" as if there wasn't a possibility that I was rescuing an emaciated and abused dog?

I thought he was skinny because of his past on the streets, and I think that was part of it for sure. But what I learned was that he wasn't just having digestive issues because he was "adjusting to his kibble" -- he's actually allergic to chicken, and he was on a chicken diet.

He was losing a lot of weight from the diarrhea, and he was SO itchy, and he had constant infections in those big, soft ears. We did a lot of elimination to figure out his allergies and he's actually allergic to a lot of things, but chicken is by far the worst.

As soon as I switched him to salmon, he started gaining weight really well, shooting up to a healthy 50 pounds. He also stopped getting constant ear infections!

The trauma

So the thing about Lu is that he isn't just "anxious." Anxious doesn't describe him:

He was terrified of blond men with sunglasses. Like just wanted to melt into the ground and phase through walls levels of terrified. My best friend and room mate was a blond man who wore sunglasses all the time. Fortunately he had grown up on an Estate with a whole bunch of working dogs and was so good at helping me get him over his fear. He was afraid of strangers in general, but none as much as blond and bald guys.

He was GREAT on leash from the start! But randomly, he would just...stop. Freeze, plant his feet, stare glassy-eyed into the distance at nothing at all. Nothing in particular triggered it. Not sounds, not anything I could identify in common. Just sometimes...he'd just freeze and shut down. I had to carry him sometimes as far as a football field to get home. Often it was right in the middle of the street. :( After ten or so minutes of staring, he would come-to, and he would sit down and look around all disoriented.

Also I had been warned about how some dogs "pull" on leash. It turns out that most people are talking about pulling...ahead. And training a dog who pulls ahead is WAY different than a dog who tries to pull backwards. Lu was so skinny that he could slip out of his harness, no matter what size of his harness. I quickly learned there was no tying him off and going into restaurants by myself, because he could EASILY chew through any leash in a few seconds, and he could slip right out of his harness and just DIP. But even on walks, during his PTSD flashback moments, he could pull back so hard his arms would come up by his head and he'd just noodle out of his harness.

He was terrified of stairs. Going up and down. My bedroom was on the second floor. The beach was down a steep flight of stairs.

He had no idea how to play with other dogs at all.

He was scared of grass. It was as if he had never stepped on grass before and thought it was lava. I'm suspicious that he might have been trapped in a concrete outdoor dog run or kennel for most of his young life.

He had persistent UTIs... and he counter surfed and ate a whole stick of butter, and went into acute pancreatic failure.

He had some sort of paw trauma. it was impossible to touch his paws, let alone clip his nails. No matter how skinny and weak he was, it took more than 5 people to hold him down long enough to clip his nails. He was terrible at the groomers. Dremels weren't any betters.

Pretty early on I had to settle for "progress" over "perfect."

We took baby steps together. From May to August, he became so much more outgoing. He fell in love with my two tall blond sunglasses guy friends. He started learning to get excited about toys. And we developed a routine so he wouldn't destroy my room when I left him alone.

I had to respect that he definitely, 100%, always knew what I wanted him to do when I gave him commands. And when he refused and said "No," there was no food, no toy, no incentive I could give him to get him to do it. At least not that time.

When I first moved to grad school that September, I had a lot of people in my cohort come over to my apartment. Lu hid under my bed the whole time and wouldn't take any treats to coax him out. We lay a whole pack of turkey in front of him and he wouldn't come out. :(

But within a few months, he had a growing circle of human friends that he was comfortable with. And honestly even by October of that year, if a new stranger came to the apartment, all they had to do was get up on the couch and offer him a Merrick toothbrush treat and he'd be in their lap.

Here he is with his companion cube in early 2019. He loved that suede couch lol.

Health issues :(

So because he ate a whole stick of butter and went into acute pancreatitis, we started monitoring his blood levels. They got better after treatment--but never back to "normal." They remained at the "hmm this looks like renal failure, Cirrhosis, or hepatopathy" levels, which was weird, because he was constantly getting happier and acting healthier every day!!

Eventually a vet suggested we see an internal medicine specialist. Turns out.... Lu's liver is like. Tiny. Like puppy sized. He has had this disease since he was a baby, which is why he's never known he was sick lol.

After about 9k of imaging and stains and biopsies, we learned:

He has copper hepatopathy, which today my new vet's jaw dropped as a like "WOW we HEARD about this in vet school but I've NEVER actually seen it! It's so rare!"

His liver is tiny, full of fibrosis, cirrhotic, tons of remodeling (in the bad way). His liver is ORANGE from how much copper is in it. The damage is completely irreversible. I have a copy of the biopsy & lab results and I can just imagine the scientist at the research institute they sent the samples off to, their voice as they wrote this report. It screams "HOW IS THIS DOG ALIVE?"

I just find it so funny, as another analytical scientist.

The other funny thing is that they prescribed him chelation therapy to help him get better (it didn't help and he doesn't get worse without it, so we have since stopped that; it was expensive). My PhD thesis is in metal chelation lolololol of Ni, Co, Cu. lololol

So that was an expensive process. He has to have a prescription low-copper diet, which has stopped most of his symptoms of this disease, and we have to do expensive blood tests to make sure he doesn't get worse.

And then he became a sock eater.

He passed the first few. Then he got sick. With the vet's help, he was able to pass it without surgery. And then the next time, it was life or death.

The vet I went to was so unethical and immoral but it was my only fucking option. I wouldn't have my dog here if my best friend at the time hadn't been wealthy enough to give me the 13k I needed on the spot, in cash, to save my dog's life with surgery.

In the hospital, the fucking awful vets:

claimed to use dissolving stitches. I don't think they did; I still feel them! 4 years later!!!

let him get a skin infection all over his body that made his paws swell up and bleed, and his paw pads fall off and bleed. It was terrifying. And cost me more money of course. It was so evil. He still has scarring all over his legs from it where fur hasn't grown back :(

He has bad teeth but according to the vet "not the worst! :)"

He expresses his glands in his sleep sometimes. UGHHHH they don't tell you that about dogs lol.

He still is terrible for claws. It's been worse and worse lately, to the point where I worry about how long his nails are and whether it will be bad for his joints. But it's the only thing he's really ever been aggressive for. :( I really worry about him. I have trained him to scratch a board of sandpaper to file them down, but they get sharp that way too lol.

Progress, not perfect. He lets me give him paw massages and check his nails and manhandle him, but just. Not clippers or dremel. :( Not there yet.

Anyway, he has been super healthy for many years now. He's got lumps and bumps and skin tags. The vet thinks he's about 9 years old, and definitely a senior. ;_; <3

Things I Love about LUMO

His ears are, I'm not kidding, the softest material in the world. And so warm. He loves it when I stick my finger in his ear and tickle his brain. He loves an armpit scratch. His tail used to be like, stuck, in such a sad position and I never thought he'd wag his tail and now it waves high all the time.

They told me he would probably never be a dog who plays. But when I got him, within a few weeks, I found the puppy inside of him. He runs like a silly rocking horse, completely uncoordinated and flopsy. He'll do fetch. He loves surgically disemboweling stuffed animals. He throws around his XTREME CHEW PLASTIC ANTLER and plays fetch with it with me.

He has several "spots" where I can get his leg thumping when I scratch him. He loves to be wrapped up in a burrito of blankets and sit in a sunbeam.

He leans on me and looks up at me with those big brown eyes and there's no fear or sadness in them anymore it's just sweetness and silliness.

He is so smart. He's attended a bunch of PhD level classes, and he's developed his own language. He's so smart. He knows how to tell me what he wants, he knows the rules and knows how to push them right up to the limit. He loves his sweaters. He will tell me what he wants by tapping on things with his paw. He knows that if I hold out my left hand it's to hold his paw and do a shake. If I hold out my right hand it means wait. He knows that the camera I have can see him and he'll knock it over so he can do mischief.

He loves his velvet chaise lounge. He loves his memory foam ultrasoft velvet bed. He loves his goose down comforter. He loves to sit on my pillow and fart. He basks in sunbeams and curls up in a tiny tiny little ball and he shrimps and sucks on his toes. He's basically a cat. He doesn't really want to go on walks, he pulls me back inside as soon as he's done his business. Except for when we have company--he loves walking with a pack of people.

When he talks to me, like just having a conversation, he sounds like a seal. Like a tortured seal. Or like a crying baby. He's never really figured out how to be a dog or sound like a real dog but we understand each other that's what matters.

He absolutely takes advantage of this to complain when I am not giving him what he wants. He'll roll over on the ground like a drama queen and wail and cry like I'm abusing him and it's because I'm across the room holding a pork chop that's just for me.

Today in the car he was WAILING like a seal, which usually means "LET ME OUT I NEED TO POOP" but after 3 or 4 tries to walk him, he made it clear that what he ACTUALLY meant was "PEDAL TO THE METAL GIRLS LET'S GO WHY AREN'T WE MOVING WHY IS THERE NO WIND ON MY FACE OR FLAPPING IN MY EARS MOOOOOOOOOVE."

For a while he was 69 pounds (NICE) but he's back to 64 lol. He stays between 63-70 pretty much depending on how active he is.

Anyway I have been reminiscing a lot because I figured it was time to add him to the "happy endings" page on the rescue website and I was going down memory lane.

Looking at the photo I took on the day I brought him home, and a photo I took last month, you can see his white face is spreading.

The defined white bit on his nose that whispers between his eyes has now spread to both his eyebrows, and his cheeks are getting quite white. But his eyes are bright and his ears are perked up and he is safe and warm and loved and stinky and soft. He gets fresh treats all the time (he loooooves celery, and pears, and sometimes carrots and sweet potatoes. and tortilla chips. and salmon oil.). He loves his prescription kibble and our routine. He has lovely friends and lovely car rides and he is just the best dog I could have asked for in my life when I got him and every day.

I've had to be so patient and calm and kind even when I was scared and angry, with his stress and his ptsd and his destructiveness and messiness. All he deserves and needs is love and he knows what's wrong and what isn't, sometimes he just can't help himself, and we move on together. He made sure I had a reason to come home and not sleep in lab during my PhD. He made sure I had a reason to get out of bed during my PhD.

And now we're just living our best lives together. :)

#personal #loving lumo #dogs of tumblr #idk if that's a thing #rescue dog #coonhound

[deejayers]

have I told yall that I ended up with a new dog???

she fell into my lap almost a year ago now, literally one week after euthanizing Marcus (white and black pitty mix) and originally went home with one of my coworkers because I wanted to wait a while before I took on another dog. my parents called me a week after Marcus to ask me if I knew anyone (or myself) who was interested in a 3yo spayed female GSD who was simply fantastic but had been rehomed ~4 or 5 times at that point and her current fosters/owners couldn't keep her any longer. one of my coworkers took her home in the hopes of keeping her if they could bond/things worked out with her life (elderly mom with dementia, other health issues) but after about a month decided she wasn't the right home for her, so my husband and I took her on with intent to find her a better fitting home because at that point we knew she was pretty freakin great.

we had her for one week before we decided she needed us as much as we apparently needed her (or I needed her, at least). she bonded very tightly to me almost immediately, got along great with our cats, and was picking up what we wanted from her at astronomical speed. she's so motivated by praise that it was a breeze to train her what we wanted her to know immediately (ie: recall, off switch, how to act around horses, etc)

ugh I cannot get over how freakin pretty she is, especially in motion. her way of moving is freakin gorgeous to me. very esthetically pleasing.

she is phenomenal and I love her so freaking much. I am so glad she came into our lives when she did. she is 10000000% my shadow and always wants to be near me. she loves my husband more than anyone else (other than me, I'm definitely her #1 lol) but warms up to new people pretty quickly when one of hs introduce her. she is so freakin silly!! she has so much personality. my husband says she is me as a dog and honestly I can't argue it lmao

anywhoo I love my girl Ava and wanted to tell yall about her <3<3<3<3

#alyssa talks #ava the gsd #german shepherd #gsd #i just love her silly little face so much #she regularly triggers my cute aggression

[pigeonwit]

if you don't mind talking about it, does jack have any pets of his own or is he gollum's dad and s'mores' uncle?

ugh see heres the thing, im such a pedant that even in fanfiction i think 'well realistically speaking depending on the average salary of [x job] and the cost of pet supplies this character would need as well as enrichment activities and time they'd need to set aside for proper-' and then i need to take that part of my brain out back and shoot it because it is FANFICTION and i wanna just have fun with it. thats a really longwinded way of saying i've been debating jack having a pet in the pet au for a while.

ive said earlier that the premise is that jack is volunteers w davey at the pet shelter, but daveys not sure jack can hack it since davey thinks hes gonna get too attached. and like. yeah jack does. theres an older pitbull whos been at the shelter for a LONG time as shes been returned from so many homes and jack falls in love w her instantly. she's such a gentle little thing and i know he'd be the worlds worst pittie dad - but even after adopting her he still puts in time at the shelter and fosters other animals as well when he can. this au is still very clunky and poorly outlined rn but that is something i want to happen.

and since you mentioned gollum and s'mores, yes he is also their dear uncle. gollum is aloof with everyone who is not davey but jack is one of the few people shes built up enough trust around to actually lie down next to and let pet her. i think the first time she purred near him, jack was just silently pumping his fist and hissing 'YESSSSS!!!'. s'mores on the other hand is affectionate with everyone until she isnt. she and jack will be having the best snuggle time ever, he'll be giving her belly rubs and calling her the best girl ever while she rumbles and then suddenly she'll be attacking his hand and he'll spend the rest of the day sulking over it. every time.

#welcome to my twisted mind. where i debate the logistics of what pets the newsies would have #newsies #jack kelly #daveys terrible cat au #fic thoughts #ask #saveugoodmadam

[moonlight26posts-blog]

Friends of Baltimore County Dogs is pledging $400 for Medical Care for a qualified rescue to pull Rhett!

THIS BABY URGENTLY NEEDS A RESCUE!!

In Baltimore County, MD: 2nd Plea: Border Collie mix with Horrible Skin Infection Seeking Rescue.

Baltimore County Animal Services had a dog come in last week in poor shape. Rhett is an estimated 3-year-old, 67.7 pound, neutered male, border collie mix, that has been in foster with a staff member and has been doing well.

Upon intake, per our vet’s exam, Rhett “has severe diffuse moist dermatitis on all 4 legs, abdomen, chest, head/neck and face. His skin is sloughing. Starting on Antibiotics and pain medication. Gave Bravecto so as not to put topical medication on skin. Sending sample for culture/sensitivity. Placed in ISO in case of transmissible bacteria (MRSA). R/O autoimmune disorder. Rescue only due to medical concerns.”

We know that culture results may determine rescue placement but are hopeful someone will be interested pending the results. Rhett is up to date on vaccines, and neutered, and his heartworm test was negative. On January 3rd, Rhett was sedated and his injuries debrided and cleaned. He has shown improvement since starting treatment.

Due to Rhett’s long term medical needs, he is only available for a rescue to pull and will not be available for adoption through the shelter. If you are interested in pulling Rhett, or have any questions, please let us know!

Thank you, Megan Phillabaum Rescue Coordinator Baltimore County Animal Services 13800 Manor Road Baldwin, MD 21013 410-887-7297 [email protected]

***** Any pledges/donations can go to FOBCD to be used for Rhett or another dog for medical assistance if not for Rhett. https://www.friendsofbaltimorecountydogs.org/

#dog rescue maryland #dog rescue baltimore maryland #dog rescue #doglover #baltimore county animal service #baltimore dogs #baltimore county #baltimore county animal services #friends of baltimore county dogs #rescue dogs #maryland dog rescues dog rescue dog fosters pitties cute pitties cute dogs rescue dogs baltimore county animal services #urgent maryland rescue

[hazard-and-friends]

What is your favorite kind of dog to train as an instructor without wanting to keep yourself?

after some contemplation, pitties. (generalizations ahoy, not all pitties etc etc)

why I don't want them: my home is just not a good home for most pits (two other dogs, a cat = drama), as much as I love pits they don't fire me up the way herdy things do, I'm happy to foster but not keep them

why I love them: they're so fucking HAPPY. even the anxious ones are usually happy under the anxiety. they're happy to work with you because we're doing things together!!!!! and often with rescue pitties and their new humans I also get to help them make that lightbulb connection, "my behavior can change things??? holy shit i can MAKE TREATS HAPPEN!?!?!??!?!?!" and it's so delightful.

pitties were put on this earth to have a good time, and by god they are going to accomplish that.

#asks for ts #grison-in-space

[morticianmagic]

u guys ever heard of that show ‘always puppy in kittydelphia’ or smth

epic drawover of this frame that makes me laugh every time I see it, they’re like a pair of sickly codependent foster animals 

also for anyone who cares Mac is a Pitty-Rottweiler mix and Den is a Belgian Malinois 

#its always sunny in philadelphia #iasip #mac mcdonald #dennis reynolds #furry #thats right bitch the furry tag is getting taken out of the attic #I store it up there seasonally #macdennis #for good measure

[gracegrove]

Billy rescuing pitbulls tho 😥 😔 he fosters them and gives them new loving homes, his precious babies

You're more than welcome to your HC's and I'm happy to provide space for that. However, I cannot join this HC specifically on a personal. I have unfortunately had bad experiences with the breed... so I'll leave myself out and allow you your own.

Ultimately we all like the idea of Billy taking comfort with a dog. A good buddy. And whichever breed that may be that we each individually think of is completely fine. I like to picture Billy with a lab or a retriever. Someone else might picture him with smaller breeds, rescues, or mixes, and you picture him with pitties. That's all perfectly good and valid. Because we want to see him happy. And we also want the dog(s) to be happy.

So at the end of the day, if that's what you see. And it makes you happy. I'm happy that it makes you happy. ❤️

#Jess answers

[gooddogbadboy]

Last intro post is Chi Chi, one of the Oakland Animal Services shelter dogs I took on a field trip recently.

She is young, energetic, loves people, and is eager to learn. A pittie mix of sorts based on looks. She was very on edge at the shelter but calmed down a lot once I took her to a less loud and dog-filled environment.

As of the time of this post, she is still available for adoption!

I’ll be picking up my foster dog on Sunday, so until then her 10/10 smile will be my profile pic.

#dogblr #dog #foster dog #Chi Chi #pit bull #bully breed

[angreav]

Watch "Pittie Lets Foster Kittens Nurse On Her | The Dodo" on YouTube

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