My doggo, Ezri, who rarely barks and mostly borks.
When I got her, she’d been abused and would cower and pee at almost everything, and had been mistreated when she’d barked, so she never would. One day months after I had her she got excited on a walk and borked at a bird, and then immediately cower-peed. I had to re-teach her to bark by gathering her whole human pack and having everyone bark and howl and feed her treats and pet her till she got excited enough to join in, and then got more treats. Took a while but I was able to teach her to bork on command (and she’s gotta be excited or she just stares at me like “Sorry, the bork system needs charging”) and she’ll do it happily when she’s excited to go for a walk or upon seeing a friend, and at birds. I love her croaky borking, especially when she started off terrified of making a joyful noise.
What kind of dog is Ezri? I love her!!
I… did not expect this post to blow up this much but I am delighted at all the tags and replies and Ezri has been told the internet thinks she’s a Very Good Dog. 😀
She’s a German spitz – in the same family as keeshonds and pomeranians. She might be crossed with something else as her freckled coat, non-pointy nose, and personality are not standard for her breed (they’re usually a lot more high energy and excitable – she’s super laid back and chill). She’s a bit less fluffy than breed-standard too, mostly because she’s grown out from her spring/summer trim (not usually necessary/good for her type of coat but she gets terribly itchy otherwise). It also makes her look like a puppy of a large breed:
Ezri’s best friend is Murder Cat, who is a gentle friend to humans and Ezri, but does things to mice that would make Hannibal Lecter go “Isn’t that a bit much?”
I got Murder Cat as a kitten, and she used to try to nurse on everything when she was small. Eventually, she settled on her favourite thing to nurse on, Ezri, who has never had puppies and a little confused at first but eventually went with it. She grew out of it, but they have stayed snuggly buddies ever since.
New Years here is full of fireworks outside and Ezri gets Vry Scared. I usually set her up somewhere with a snuggly spot right by me, and Murder Cat comes and does this all night:
She goes everywhere with me in my bakfiets (cargo bike) and lets me warm my hands in her fur on cold days.
And her ears disappear if I say her name to get her attention.
ok so great thanks for coming to my TED talk about my dog, good night, drive safe
But you know exactly how much work you put into your art, how many hours and how much care and love went into your pictures and no matter the amount of likes or retweets you get, you KNOW the worth of your work.
I’ve had this feeling bothering me a lot lately and I know I’m not alone out there, so here’s some positivity for all of you from my main artblog!
Heartwarming Pics Of Children Who Were Just Adopted
I love adoption stories. My mom adopted 3 kids and she never let us or anybody else make a difference out of the 6 of us. My biological brother had the same name as my adopted brother and people could not understand why my mom would name 2 sons in succession, Johnny. But we wouldn’t explain it. Adopt kids. Make it normal. Not the the thing u do simply when u cant.
This will melt a heart of stone.
^^^^ THAT PERSON UP THERE
please normalize the fuck out of adoption, i’ve given speeches and lectures and written papers about all the misconceptions and fears and rumors that plague the issues of adoption and make this perfectly normal, healthy, happy thing a rare occurrence in our society and that is sad and wrong
adoption is not “giving up” on a child, adoption is not a last resort, adoption is not just for certain types of families
please normalize adoption
Also please normalize adopting teenagers. I’m not saying you shouldn’t adopt young children and babies, but there are so many teens out there that just don’t get adopted because of their age. So please normalize adopting teens!
I hate adding on to long posts, but as someone who spent time in foster care growing up I have to chime in. Foster parents are amazing, and so are adoptive parents. My foster parents, brothers and sisters made a huge impact on who I am. Please adopt. Adopted kids are not worth less than blood relations. Stop that line of thought.
Rules: Search for X word in your WIP and post the first sentence that comes up. If you can’t find the word then… search for whichever one pleases you! Tag as many people as you want, and choose a word for them to search in their WIP 🙂
Stole this from @perringcentral bc I thought this was fun as hell :3
Silver, mist, tree, and bright for Vale (obviously, duh).
“Like…
two hundred thousand silvers… somebody paid a poor bastard to pay me this much
money so their identity remains secret,” I say and grab the metal bar of the
man’s cell. I can feel my pulse rise. “I’ve never had that before. People don’t
usually care who knows if they got someone killed. You won’t live to tell the
tale, and I don’t give a shit so who wants you dead so badly that
they would put two walls between the two of you…”
“What’s
your point?” he frowns.
“Just…
aren’t you a little bit curious?” I squint. “Not even a little bit curious.”
“Yeah,
sure but does it matter?”
“Doesn’t
it?” I ask and dangle the key of his cell in front of him.
(this is the part where Vale decides to free Cephas instead of killing him, my poor heart, the nostalgia ♥)
When an area ahead is badly infested we hop
on the roofs and either proceed that way even with our gas masks on.
We still can’t risk breathing the real outside air as a constant mist has
sat upon the town and there’s no telling how much of it is blight, but it’s
nice to just be outside.
Then
Morlene picks us up and takes us to a “buffer zone” where we get disinfected
and we can enter the Atrium.
You’d
think we know what we’re doing. We really don’t.
(the word mist actually only appears twice in the whole story but the word mistake appears seventy-eight times so that says a lot :D)
I
come up on my target so I wait
until they walk past a tree that’s wide enough to pin someone against it and I do just that. Grabbing them by their thick longcoat I yank them off-balance, making sure they don’t get to react before I have
a blade to their neck, and press my other hand against their mouth.
“Quiet
or I slit your throat right now,” I hiss.
Two
things become painfully clear as soon as I look my pursuer in the eye.
1) I
probably shouldn’t have slammed his back against a tree trunk.
2) It’s
Cephas.
The
moment it registers with me I’m not even jumping back in surprise, I just let
out a painful groan let my hand down currently keeping him quiet.
“Cephas,
what the fuck…”
“I wanted to help?”
This next one is from our first meeting with Lourdes, Vale’s ex’s new girlfriend whom she’s not happy about at all.
“Shit, shit, shit, here she comes,
don’t look at her,” I notice a woman walking towards us and hope the situation can be salvaged but I’m sorely mistaken.
Before Cephas could even get confused a smile forces its way onto my face. “Lourdes!
Fancy meeting you here!”
“Vale, I also fancy meeting you here,”
Lourdes smiles and stands between Cephas and me with her
hands on our backs. Long waves of dark brown hair are cascading over her shoulder, but her
bright blue eyes draw all the attention to her glance. She stands two heads
taller than me even on my tiptoes, and she could probably deck Cephas’ ass
before he could even turn around and run. “How’s your health serving you?”
“Alright,” I shrug. “I’ve been recently
stabbed but recovering.”
Pass Through Fire 