#rescue mutt

[stinkybrowndogs]

Yeah sorry no I’m busy. Yeah it’s gonna be all day (speculating about what future dog breeds I might get)

#I love love the brown dogs with all my heart #Dexter is def showing his age (bittersweet)\ #he’s such a cute old man but also ouch ow my heart #I am thinking I will want another dog that will be fun to train tricks #brandy is a good gsp but not the best trick dog #she can learn things but like…. she doesn’t really want to #more fun to run and sniff for bird #cannot fault her there #anyway. #current short list of contenders #rescue mutt #standard poodle #Irish terrier #actually I am intrigued by many terrier #idk if I’m cut out for it tho #also Doberman #and boxer

[steorransaluki]

took the old man out to play Stick or Antler!

#dogblr #cooper #rescue mutt #the answer was always stick #but i did see an antlerless buck on cam so it is definitely time

[terminalseventeen]

My favourite photo of my dog. I don’t post about her on here, but she’s a cutie, and a sweetie to people she knows. Couldn’t have gotten through the last two and a half years without her.

#dogs #rescue dogs #rescue mutt #mutts of canada #dog photography #pet photography

[cry-ptidd]

Ok so u know how predatory pets bring live prey animals into the house. Do Laura or Alucard do that to Integra at the estate while she's trying to meet with people over serious business?

(Yes, this is inspired by a true story. No, I have not yet found where the chipmunk ran.)

Now i doubt they would bring LIVE prey because these two are killing machines and they both get scolded if they spook the guests too bad, but they absolutely do that thing where a cat brings its owner a dead mouse. Except instead of a mouse it’s a still-pulsating pile of gore and viscera and they plop it on integra’s nice carpet

#hellsing asks #hellsing #alucard #sir integra #laura chastel #hellsing oc #my oc #my art #it’s 1:03 am btw #is laura the one that has to clean it? yes. will that make her stop? absolutely not #i love these twos dynamic #partners in crime. siblings in tomfoolery. assistants in silliness #mangy black cat and rescue stray mutt vibes #integra’s lil strays <3 #bastards

[honeycollectswhump]

Warmth

[masterlist]

it doesn't look like it but this is a comfy drabble, i promise!! the inspo (and wish for some comfort) is from @whumpcloud. you've read this already but here <3

CW: dehumanisation, abandonment issues, pet whump, self-loathing

It is still dark outside when Mutt wakes up, drenched in sweat, panting from memories that haunt his brain. A moment later, he realises what woke him up, as the night sky is lit up by a flash of lightning, a growling thunder following only moments later. Mutt can feel the rumbling deep down in his bones, making him shiver. 

He had been locked outside once during a thunderstorm, the punishment still fresh in his mind. Bound and gagged, of course, so he couldn’t draw attention to himself with his pathetic whimpering and keening.

There had been rain and hail, soaking him to the bone, making the Mutt even more susceptible to the unforgiving cold seeping into his joints. He had wanted nothing more than a shred of his old Master’s mercy, as the thunder rolled over him. 

Mutt shakes his head to rid himself of the memories, his fingers twitching. He won’t be able to fall back asleep, he knows, but he needs to be fit enough to serve his Master in the morning!

Almost on auto-pilot, Mutt gets out of bed. He has to be careful when standing up, his mangled legs still struggling to hold him up. When he walks to his door, he no longer avoids stepping on the rug. 

Aimlessly, he wanders onto the dim corridor, the old wood creaking under his irregular and heavy steps. Mutt tries not to be too loud, lest he wakes Master up. Fatigue tugs at his eyelids, making them droop, and his stroll does little to clear his muddy mind. He stumbles around, losing time.

Suddenly, he feels something cold and hard and when his eyes focus again, he is holding the handle to his Master’s bedroom in his ruined hand, the door already opened a crack. Just barely, he can see the sleeping form of his Master, curled up under the covers, her hands loosely clasped together in front of her face and oh–

He is Atlas now, isn’t he?

As if in a trance, Atlas enters her room, still not quite here, not quite there. Something pulls him forwards, a pressure getting stronger with each step, like a moth fluttering towards the light. He forces himself to stop a couple of steps away from her, ignoring how empty it makes him feel.

Hasn’t she given enough for him? Must he now also take her sleep? Her rest?

Atlas forces his mind to blank and himself to stop, to turn around as silently as possible. She needs her rest for all the troubles he’ll inevitably bring her in the morning, when he can’t get a hold of himself, can’t do the things a human is supposed to do. He can’t keep taking and taking and taking from her, but some part of him craves her presence so much and he despises himself for it. Maybe he will never be anything but a Pet but for some reason he can’t place, that seems so intrinsically connected to his very being, he only feels whole when he’s with her. 

For a moment, he is outside again, chained and gagged in the freezing rain, thoroughly unwanted. This time, it is Atlas who holds the key, dangling it just out of reach from his desperate self. He understands his old Master now, he thinks, understands why he locked a creature like him out. It is only right. 

Before he can take another step, he hears a sleepy groan right behind him, freezing up. Atlas fears looking around, fears seeing Master’s hateful gaze, even though he can’t conjure up a fitting image, no matter how hard he tries. He still does –of course he does– his breath catching in his throat. 

With her eyes still closed, Aveline has lifted one arm to hold her blanket up, as if inviting him in. Like a man dying of thirst discovering a miracle oasis, Atlas stumbles closer. It seems too good to be true and if there is one thing he has learned, it’s that no good ever befalls a Pet like him. Still, he wants to hope.

“For me?” Atlas croaks into the dark, as hushed as his damaged vocal cords allow him. 

Her response is nothing more than a drowsy mhm and a light, lazy gesture with her hand. Hesitantly, Atlas steps closer. He shouldn’t know how this goes, should be overwhelmed with the very real possibility of doing this wrong and subsequently being thrown out. But he isn’t.

The movements feel like second nature, even as he navigates his bulky frame first onto her bed and then into the embrace of the much smaller woman. Atlas doesn’t have to think, his body moves on its own, which is undoubtedly a good thing because if he allowed himself to process what he was doing, he’d surely panic. 

As he lays down on his side, Aveline lowers her arm to cover him with the blanket too, then settles it over the side of his chest. It should be the worst crime a Pet like him could commit, to lay his head on her soft pillow, to curl up against her warm body, to feel her snuggle up against his marred back. But for some reason, it doesn’t feel like a crime. It just feels like home. 

Atlas deflates in her arms, sighing. Her touch is tender, not restricting, tethering Atlas to this world, as sobs start to build up in his chest against his will. If he cries now, he will surely ruin the best thing his life has ever allowed him. 

Maybe this is a dream and tomorrow he will wake up alone in his own bed but none of that matters in this moment. Unconsciously, his crooked hand searches for hers, clinging to it. Aveline squeezes it back, as a couple of stray silent tears start to escape his eyes.

Her body is warm and she holds him tight. Atlas can feel her resting her head softly against the nape of his neck, whispering that Everything is going to be alright.

Atlas sniffles, his tears soaking into the pillow. They lay like that for a while, Aveline’s thumb stroking soothingly over the back of his hand, careful with the raised scar tissue.

Pets like him aren’t made for this kind of comfort, this all-encompassing warmth; her kindness feels like an unbelievable gift. He’d do anything for her, Atlas decides, as his eyes grow heavy and start to slip close. He can’t hear the harsh thunder anymore, can’t feel the cold rain.

Atlas knows he doesn’t deserve it, even as he falls asleep, but–

He wishes someone had been this kind to him before.

#some love before The Horrors continue #if it isn't obvious they used to do this A LOT before his recapture! #his body remembers even if his mind doesn't #Holding Up The Sky #honey's writing #aveline king (oc) #atlas/mutt (oc) #whumpee and caretaker #conditioned whumpee #pet whump #pet whumpee #hurt/comfort #rescued whumpee #recovering whumpee #gentle caretaker #trauma recovery whump #deconditioning #dehumanization #big whumpee #comfort #falling asleep together #hugs <333

[x22817]

Hekate in her Bean Formation at our 8am cardiologist appointment (making me hella jealous)

#beans beans the magickal fruit #service dog #dogblr #working dog #i am so grateful for her shes so good and helps me so much #I was a little overwhelmed with multiple nurses coming in and out of our room with all kinds of equipment #she was so good at letting me know i was stressed but not getting up to interfear with the tests #i got a 12 lead done and revisit to an old diagnosis #i also got scheduled for an echo since he thinks something else is wrong? goodie #he was a great doc honestly #vasodepressor syncope #cardiologist #echocardiogram #rescue dog #mutt #spoonie #disability #chronic illness #dog #doggo #autoimmune

[electoons]

I need to keep reminding myself that I did so much to keep her comfortable and alive for long enough for my family to return and also that nothing I could have done would have kept her alive so I can't keep dwelling on it like I didn't do enough. I did so much. I carried her everywhere. I helped her use the bathroom. I constantly was wiping the brown crusty drool off her paws and the crud that kept building in her eyes to give her some feeling of cleanliness and comfort. I stuck an IV in her (that I got from the vet, not just, like, on my own) once a day to keep her hydrated. like even though I was scrambling to finish an animation and get work done I put aside so much time and effort and love for her. I watched her like a hawk for the whole week, dealing with this on my own (it's no one's fault, just really bad timing, everything just happened to line up perfectly for the perfect shitstorm), just to make sure she didn't collapse and hurt herself. I did enough :( it wasn't enough but nothing would have been

#at the end her breath was so bad that i knew she was on deaths doorstep bc i remember it distinctly from when my childhood dog died #like it just smells like decay :( like dried rotten blood #animal death #mia.txt #i tried :( #idk. i thought mutts were supposed to be more resistant to disease. i guess not #our first dog was a (HUGE) purebred lab and he lived to 13. (i mean his mom was our cousin's dog and she lived to 14 #so like i guess genetics played a part but still like ??! how did a 120lb purebred outlive a 45lb mutt) #i mean for all we know jojo couldve been 13. she was a rescue so we only have an estimate. according to their guess she was 11 #the shelter told her she was 4 when we got her #so we got a little over 7 years with her at least :(

[raspberryconverse]

Trick or Treat!

Mable is offering you as much of the leftover candy we have from trick or treating last night as you'd like because she can't have any (fun fact: our previous dog Penny actually ate a bunch of Halloween candy once, wrappers and all, but apparently there isn't enough chocolate in them for it to be dangerous). We've got some Reese cups, 3 Musketeers, Milky Ways and Twix (yes, I was strategic about what I gave the kids for the sake of leftovers), but not the Haribo Gummy Bears. Those are for Other Human (my spouse).

#trick or treat #halloween #happy halloweeeeeeen #mable ann #i gotta say that mable she's the bomb #rescue dog #cute dog #dogs #german shepherd #basset hound #but not as much as we thought #mixed breed #mutts #i like big mutts and i cannot lie

[robbie-roo]

I have too many cats on my page (not that it's a bad thing) I wanna introduce you to the two dogs I'm staying with this summer they both only have 3 legs! both rescue animals

Rocky (left) and Tucker (right)

#rescue dogs #three legged dog #dog #dogs #pitbull #mutt

[muttball]

How’s This?

#i love my puppy #puppies #rescue dogs #family pets #i love dogs #dogs #muttball #super mutt

[pears-palette]

Doodled my friend’s dog, Petey. I’ve known him since she adopted him and love that lil noodle to bits. Don’t let that adorable face fool you- he is a scoundrel.

#dog art #dog doodle #pet art #mutt #mixed breed dog #rescue dog #cute dog #digital art #doodle #digital doodle

[5weekdays]

she’s got those werther’s original eyes

#dog #meadow the mutt #the rescue told us she was a lab mix and when i said she looked more like a pit bull they were like NOOO NO SHE’S NOT #like maybe there’s some lab in there but that is primarily pit. which is fine

[clannfearrunt]

I love dogs I swear but not 7 at once and especially not when they are constantly barking and crying in a small store the size of the average starbucks

#RESCUE ADOPTION EVENT DAY #there are several VERY CUTE dogs here. but oh my god. not at once PLEASE #there is the cutest sweetest doberman she is so fucking cute and sweet #and a variety of mystery mutts #but oh my god. noise #Con stop yapping

[andragoras-in-vanity]

ITS HARD TO WORK ON PROJECTS WHEN SOMEONE LAYS ON THEM WHEN I GET UP FOR A DRINK....

#rosy #rescue dog #mutt #everything i make is for her apparently

[honeycollectswhump]

Thorns of a Nightmare

[masterlist]

CW: pet whump, it-pronouns used for (internal) dehumanization, gore (?? kind of?? its the description of a nightmare), chronic pain (if i missed something, feel free to tell me)

Mutt awoke with a start, barely escaping the claws of its latest nightmare, drenched in sweat. Its tears had left a salty taste in its mouth. Even that couldn’t overshadow the lingering taste of blood staining its mouth. It could only hope it hadn’t screamed, hadn’t woken its owner up like an ungrateful brat. The raw feel of its throat told it otherwise.

The memory of the horrific punishment was still too fresh in its mind. It had been deserved –of course– but the pain had haunted the Pet ever since. It couldn’t even remember what it had done, though it knew it must have done something. It just remembered its old Master’s rage. 

He had bound Mutt’s wrists with barbed wire and chained it to the wall. If it dared to close its eyes now, it could see its old Master approaching with a broken pipe in hand, burning fury twisting its Master’s features. He knew where to hit, knew how to shatter bones into tiny pieces. Blow after blow came raining down until Mutt’s hands were a bloody pulp, its fingers barely discernable. They never healed quite right afterwards –nothing ever did, instead growing so twisted and crooked that Mutt could hardly move them. Master hadn’t allowed his disobedient Pet a reprieve then, only hours later when Mutt was a grovelling sobbing mess on the floor. 

When it looked down at its hands, it could still see the thick and ragged scars the barbed wire had left behind as it had dug into the Pet’s skin. They never stopped burning and itching, but now it was even worse. It was as if the wire had never left. Mutt found that it couldn’t move its fingers at all aside from involuntary twitching. Instead, they were cramped up just as they had been when bound: a constant reminder of its failures. 

Soon, real pain would follow. Mutt knew such an offence would not go unpunished. Even if Master didn’t hear the scream, it would fess up in the morning so that Master could take disciplinary action. That was the least it could do. Mutt didn’t dare go back to sleep. The nightmare wouldn’t have allowed it to anyways. But more so, it desperately wanted to be good. It vowed to show its Master how willing it was to be corrected. 

As silently as its forever broken limbs allowed it, it clambered out of its bed. It still could barely believe that its Master would grant it such a privilege, especially after all the times it messed up so badly. Just like now. 

Once Mutt reached the cold floor on its hands and knees, it immediately missed the soft warmth of the bed. There was a fluffy-looking rug on the floor. Mutt was sure it would feel wonderful for its mutilated knees. However, it knew it wasn’t allowed. Mutt would dirty the beautiful carpet with its disgusting animal body. 

Instead, it crawled in front of the door, careful not to accidentally touch the carpet. There it knelt, head bowed, hands on the ground, ready and open for its Master. She would come –eventually– Mutt knew. If not now, then in the morning when she would get the Pet out of the confines of the room it was kept in. It knew its place. Nothing else mattered.

To its horror, Mutt could hear footsteps coming closer. It really must have woken its Master up. Steeling itself, it pressed itself closer to the ground. It would be good and obedient for its owner. 

From its position on the ground, Mutt couldn’t see the door open but it could hear the creaking of the old wood, no matter how soft Master tried to open it. There was a pause before she took a silent step inside.

“Atlas? Everything alright?” Master whispered.

Only react when your Master directly tells you to. You are nothing until your Master has a use for you.

“Oh, Atlas, no…” It heard a soft thump then a hand came into view. Mutt shuddered, suppressing a flinch. It knew better than to move away from its Master. 

Master pulled her hand back without having touched her Pet. Mutt wished she did.

Pets don’t have wishes. Or wants. 

“Atlas, please look at me. It’s okay, I promise.” Its Master said. Mutt loved her so much. Her, and her calm voice, and soft touches, and It’s okay’s. It would do anything for her.

(It had never been allowed to look its old Master in the eyes. If it did, its vision would be taken away. It had only been temporary, but even a stupid Pet like Mutt could grasp the underlying threat.)

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” 

Its entire body vibrated with fear, but Mutt knew deep inside its bones that it had to fess up. Maser was giving it the chance to admit its wrongdoings. But at the same time, there was no reason for it to whine about a silly little nightmare it had. Master wouldn’t concern herself with such irrelevant nonsense. She simply wouldn’t.

It had been so determined to say something, to show its willingness and obedience, but now that the time had come it didn’t know what to say. 

Say something, you useless Mutt! it wanted to scream at itself, but no matter what its body stayed frozen on the ground.

“It’s alright. You can tell me.” 

A whimper escaped Mutt’s lips, the memory of the nightmare never having left its mind. It could feel thorny wire digging into its skin, binding its arms together, its pleas for mercy going unheard. Broken bones grinding against each other. Mutt knew it had been a necessary punishment but still… It was hurting all over.

“Please fo-forgive this Pet, Master.” It stuttered, still unused to speaking even after months of being with its new Master. Just another proof of how braindead it was. 

“This P-Pet, it had a… a bad dream. It believes it screamed, Master. It knows this is un-unacceptable behaviour. Please correct this stupid Pet, s-so that it can continue to serve you in the future.”

Mutt just hoped it wouldn’t be thrown out. This wasn’t the first time it had awoken its new Master by being such a noisy nuisance, and it doubted it would be the last. So far, mercifully, Master hadn’t yet decided to take action, but Mutt knew deep down that any day could be its last.

“It’s quite alright, I promise,” Master assured it. “I was already awake when I heard you.”

“It is so sorry. This Pet will try to be quiet, it promises. You could–” Mutt dreaded the suggestions but knew they were necessary. 

It would do anything for its Master. 

“If-if it would please you, Master, you could tie this Pet up and stuff its mouth, or-or lock it outside. But if… if you would pre-prefer a long-lasting solution… you could c-cut this Pet’s vocal cords.” Mutt tried to force a smile. “It knows it isn’t there anymore, but its old Master saw this as a feasible option… al-although he never went that far.”

Master took in a sharp breath, which made Mutt shake even more. 

“No! You don’t–that won’t be necessary.” Master paused. Surely, she was judging her worthless Pet, debating how lenient she should be, debating when her patience would run out. “It’s not a big deal, I promise. As I said, I was already awake. And even if I weren’t it would still be alright. Really.”

Mutt wanted to believe her so badly. It didn’t matter if it was all a lie and she would punish her Pet later on –rightfully so. It wanted to believe everything would be alright, that it would be a good Pet, even as the pain all across its body reminded it of its inevitable shortcomings. 

To its horror, big, fat tears started rolling down its face. The nightmare, the memories, the pain. Master’s gentleness. It was all too much. 

Shrinking back from its Master, Mutt tried to stifle the sob that threatened to break free, tried to hide those traitorous tears. It couldn’t cry! Not without explicit permission. But no matter how hard Mutt tried, it was like its body had forgotten all those lessons that had been beaten into it. 

Once the tears started there was no end to them. They would just get worse. It couldn’t stop the tears or the heavy rasping breaths, or how its nose immediately clogged up. It tried to turn its head away to hide the shame of its cries.

“Oh, sweetheart…” Master whispered, carefully cupping its face in her hands, preventing it from looking away. Mutt could feel its tears catch on her soft hands and its stomach twisted painfully. 

“I–I can’t!” Mutt sobbed. “I’ll dirty you! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. This Pet isn’t worthy.”

“It’s alright.” Master's soft voice washed over Mutt. She waited for a moment, then scooted closer. Mutt’s protests (that a Pet like it shouldn’t have anyways) died right on its tongue. 

She drew it closer to herself, wrapping it gently in her arms. Mutt’s breath hitched. 

“Just let it all out. You will be alright, I promise.” Master assured it. A moment passed, then another. 

Mutt couldn’t help it. It melted into her embrace, her soothing voice, her warmth. In this moment, wrapped in Master’s arms, Mutt didn’t care if it would be punished for this later, for the tears soaking into the fabric of her pyjama. 

Distantly, it could feel her rocking it back and forth, whispering sweet nothings into its hair. Its hands grasped the back of her shirt like a dying man, burying its face in the crook of her neck. She pressed its body a little bit closer to herself, and Mutt could feel its heart nearly beating out of the ribcage against her chest, her calm breaths a steady rhythm.

#polly come get your boy!! #he's finally here #its the same whumpee/caretaker combo of my other posts #just this time with names... hurray #again this is beta-read by grammarly :)) #Holding Up The Sky #aveline king (oc) #atlas/mutt (oc) #honey's writing #pet wumpee #pet whump #conditioned whumpee #dehumanization #deconditioning #past torture #chronic pain #scars #hurt/comfort #rescued whumpee #gentle caretaker #caretaker new whumper #whumpee thinks caretaker is new master #caretaker new master #whump writing #recovering whumpee

[x22817]

I love you so frick frackin much it's not even funny

#beans beans the magickal fruit #dogblr #drama queen #i think she's just as ready for me to start to feel better as i am #im certainly going a little stir crazy but im not allowed to do anything until the cardiologist clears me #we got to do a full training session for the first time in a while today though! #it was five full minutes of treat work #i want to get into the scent stuff that ive learned about but i think that will have to wait until i can be consistent #rescue #rescue dog #mutt #dog #doggo #ramblings