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stinkybrowndogs · 10 months
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I’m still not sure how I feel about this one but. Here ya go
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beanmango · 2 years
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Her lil nose tho.
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mustela28nivalis · 1 year
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heyitstuesday6 · 2 years
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prattlinpeach · 4 days
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Gotcha Day
It’s Bee and Ruby’s Gotcha Day! For those of you who might know be in the know, because if you’ve never adopted a human or animal, why would you! So… ‘the gotcha day is the anniversary of the day on which a person or a pet joins a family by adoption.’ Isn’t that great! I gotcha in my family now! Miss A’s gotcha day, you may remember, is February 14th, how perfect is that! And Ruby and Bee’s…
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badbinoculars · 8 months
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besttopets · 11 months
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manwalksintobar · 1 year
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Crowns  // Kate Daniels
for Philip Levine
Around the time I first read the poetry of Philip Levine, my teeth were fixed. Two or three hundred bucks (I’ve forgotten now) purchased a brand new me, two porcelain crowns. In the dentist’s chair, my midget canines were filed down to sharp, bright points hardly larger than the bronzed end of a Bic pen, then crammed in the black-backed caps of two hardened, china fakes. No more covering my mouth to obscure the evidence of faulty genes. No more tears at images embezzled from graduation picnics when Darrell Dodson picked me up and slung me in the pool, and someone took a picture of my lips slacking back to reveal my gums in what appeared to be a scream. No more breezes winding through the gappy pickets of my ill-grown teeth and down my throat. No more worrying some boy would snag his tongue in the zigzagged bulkhead of my upper row, and bring us both to blood.
I’ll love Levine forever for confessing his own struggles with orthodontia, his rot-plagued “Depression mouth,” a dentist called it, his cavities and root canals, his occipital pain, for his photograph in Antaeus, the summer of ’78, the stained and crooked slabs parked compellingly behind his grin. Our teeth connected us before the poetry, he, from the immigrant onion-eaters and temperate tipplers of Manischiewtz. I, from a long line of tannin-stained Irish Catholics who smoked themselves to fragile states of calcium depletion, and a recent run of Carolina gritballs, too poor to brush, too ignorant to care their teeth retired in early middle age. I can see them now, perplexed before an apple’s crispy rind, frustrated by a succulent, stringy rack of pork ribs barbequed in the side lot of Earlene Worsham’s gas station south of town. Levine would have understood my uncles, enthroned on plastic-covered kitchen chairs patched with tape, their work boots kicking up mucky clouds of chiggery dirt, their pick ups parked nearby, shotguns in the rack, sucking on cheap beers and harsh cigarettes, their nails starved by nicotine to yellow curls, the car grease embedded permanently in the creases of their hands.
When I met him, he was such a mensch, massive in my mind, but in the flesh, something touching about his shoulders in the worn tweed jacket, something vulnerable in his feet in an ordinary pair of soiled, white sneakers. He opened his mouth to laugh, one side rising up like it does, in that derisive gesture that seems, at first, a sneer, and I remembered my mother flexing back her lips to remove delicately, with two stained fingers, just so, a fleck of tobacco lodged between her teeth, and saw again my father flossing at the table with the torn off cover of a paper book of matches, then stubbing out his butt in the yellowed, oily pod of broken yolk that was hemorrhaging across his breakfast plate.
I can face those images now without the shame I carried in the days before the poetry of Phil Levine liberated me. I can look at anything now, because I keep his picture in my mind and his poems in my pocket. I can stand my life because I wear the crown he constructed for people like me — grocery checkers, lube jobbers, truck drivers, waitresses — all of us crowned with the junkyard diadems of shattered windshields and rusty chains, old pots with spit tobacco congealing inside, torn screen doors and gravestones in the front yard, just five short steps from life to death…
So there is my family with their broken beer bottles and patched shoes, their mutts chained in a back yard carved from a stingy pine woods, on cheap land out near the county dump where the air swells with the perfume of trash, a circle of them playing poker in a trailer somewhere in the woods, or razoring the state decal from the windowshield of a ransacked wreck to transfer to my brother’s car. Or cleaning fish on the back porch and throwing the guts to the tick-clogged dogs, or frying venison in a cast-iron pan and stinking up the house with that heavy smell, showing the buck’s big balls in a plastic cannister that once held salt. Or burning tires in a field some autumn, scumming the sky with a smoky, cursive black they can’t even read but inhale poisonously again and again.
And there I am, walking along tolerantly now, with Phil Levine, his poems in my pocket, his good rage gathered in my heart and I can love them again, the way I did in the years before I saw what they were and how the world would use them and accepted the fact they were incapable of change. We’re in a field I used to love, a redbone coonhound running ahead her ears dragging the edges of the goldenrod till they are tipped in pollen, like twin paintbrushes dipped in gilt. And the world is hunting dogs and country music and unschooled voices bending vowels and modest kitchen gardens where late tomatoes are tied up with brownish streamers of old nylon hose. The vast way your chest expands when the sun gradually sets in mid-fall in central Virginia. The tobacco barns glimmering in last light, the chinks darkening now, the slats solidifying at the close of day and your mind opening up like the pine forest swishing fragrantly overhead way up in the dark that is coming, but remains, for the moment, beautifully at bay.
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craniopagi · 1 year
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goldberry appreciation post
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weboftigers · 1 year
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"Where the Red Fern Grows"by Wilson Rawls 🐕🌿
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krnaturalphoto · 2 years
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Matchy Matchy | Redbone Coonhound | New York
Matchy Matchy | Redbone Coonhound | New York
Redbone Coonhound I love the shade of color that the fur of the Redbone Coonhound has. It is just magnificent. And I love this photo for a very similar reason. I admittedly do not always pay a lot of attention to the handlers at dog shows I am photographing. I am 90% there for the dogs. The people don’t often figure into things for me. But when I saw this handler come out into the show ring…
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erythristicbones · 1 year
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TLT Characters As Dog Breeds (Part One)
(As of Gideon the Ninth and minus the 8th house bc I literally don't remember them enough to choose. I do this for every media I hyperfixate on, so I'm amazed it's taken this long)
Gideon: Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever
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Harrowhark: Schipperke
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Dulcinea: Field Spaniel
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Protesilaus: Boerboel
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Palamedes: Border Collie
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Camilla: Doberman Pinscher
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Abigail: Treeing Walker Coonhound
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Magnus: Otterhound
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I reeaaallyyy want a treeing walker coonhound..... like they're so beautiful out of all the coonhounds?
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Realistically there will never be coonhounds in Australia i did however just find one of 3 foxhound breeders in Aus and they have PUPPIES AHHH
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officewebmaster315 · 6 months
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Redbone Coonhound | Breed Information, Price, Facts, Care, Monthly Cost
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Are you ready to meet your new best friend? Allow me to introduce you to the delightful and devoted Redbone Coonhound dog breed! These dogs are simply adorable with their stunning mahogany coat and soulful eyes. They not only capture your attention with their looks but also make exceptional companions.
Whether you’re an outdoor enthusiast seeking a four-legged adventure buddy or a family in search of a loyal and affectionate pet, the Redbone Coonhounds have it all. In this post, we will delve into their captivating history, explore their unique traits, and provide valuable insights into their care and training. Get ready to embark on a journey to discover the incredible world of Redbone Breed of dogs! They are bound to bring immense joy and companionship to your life.
Redbone Coonhound
One of the most remarkable aspects of Redbone Coonhounds is their incredible energy levels. These dogs are bursting with vitality and need ample physical activity to stay happy and in good shape. Daily walks, jogs, or hikes are essential to keep their active minds engaged and their bodies well-exercised. If you’re someone who loves the great outdoors and is looking for a four-legged partner to accompany you on your adventures, the Redbone Breed might be the perfect match.
In addition to their boundless energy, Redbone Breed are known for their intelligence and trainability. With a little patience and consistent training, you can teach them a wide range of commands and tricks. However, it’s important to start early with their socialization and obedience training, as they can be independent thinkers at times. With the right approach and positive reinforcement, they can become well-behaved and obedient members of your family.
Although Redbone Coonhounds are often utilized for hunting purposes, they are also incredibly affectionate and make fantastic family pets. They have a gentle and friendly demeanor, which makes them great companions for children and other animals. Their loyalty knows no bounds, and they will always be by your side, ready for a snuggle or a fun play session.
When it comes to grooming, Redbone Dogs have short, dense coats that require minimal upkeep. Regular brushing will help keep their fur clean and healthy, while also reducing shedding. Like all dogs, they also need regular dental care, nail trimming, and ear cleaning to ensure their overall well-being.
In terms of health, Redbone Coonhounds are generally robust and healthy. However, as with any breed, they may be susceptible to certain genetic conditions such as hip dysplasia or eye problems. Regular visits to the veterinarian, a nutritious diet, and an active lifestyle are important factors in maintaining their overall health and extending their lifespan.
Female Redbone Coonhound
Female Redbone Coonhounds possess the same energy and intelligence as their male counterparts. They thrive on physical activity and require regular exercise to keep their minds and bodies stimulated. Daily walks or play sessions in the park will ensure they stay happy and healthy. If you’re an active individual looking for a four-legged partner, a female Redbone Breed is an ideal match.
Redbone Coonhounds are loyal, affectionate companions known for their scent-tracking abilities. They require regular exercise, socialization, and proper care. When it comes to food, there are various options available to meet their dietary needs. Additionally, choosing a suitable name adds a personal touch and reflects their individuality. By providing the necessary attention and care, you can ensure a happy and healthy life for your Redbone Breed.
Redbone Coonhound | Breed Information, Price, Facts, Care, Monthly Cost
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plantypets · 7 months
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Redbone Coonhound: A brief guide to what new owners need to know!
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Redbone Coonhounds are a type of hunting dog with a friendly personality and a deep red coat. The Redbone Coonhound is a smart, loving, and loyal dog that makes a great pet for a family. When raised with children and other dogs, they are good with both. But to be happy and healthy, they also need a lot of exercise, training, and care. The Redbone Coonhound might be the right breed for you if you want a loyal and loving dog with a beautiful red coat and a lot of energy.
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