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My friend @hiddeninthefoothills recently organized some of her old photos and found quite a few that she’d taken of Jackalope. I love this one in particular. This was just about a month after I adopted him and if my memory serves me, this was the first time he got to romp in the mountains- he was a Kansas dog before I got him. No one loved the mountains like Jack did- not even me.

#dogs

herdingdognerd

Hiked with the dog and thought about how ancient of an activity that it is. Walking through the wilds with your dog is probably as old as dogs themselves. Maybe that’s why I crave it so much.

#❤️#dogs

fravery

Pulverbatch, Wintery Storm. Sue Campion

#!!!#art #sheep

19thcenturyfuck

The hard truth about autism acceptance that a lot of people don't want to hear is that autism acceptance also inherently requires acceptance of people who are just weird.

And yes, I mean Those TM people. Middle schoolers who growl and bark and naruto run in the halls. Thirtysomethings who live with their parents. Furries. Fourteen-year-olds who identify as stargender and use neopronouns. Picky eaters. Adults in fandoms. People who talk weird. People who dress weird.

Because autistic people shouldn't have to disclose a medical diagnosis to you to avoid being mocked and ostracized for stuff that, at absolute worst, is annoying. Ruthlessly deriding people for this stuff then tacking on a "oh, but it's okay if they're autistic" does absolutely nothing to help autistic people! Especially when undiagnosed autistic people exist.

Like it or not, if you want to be an ally to autistic people, you're going to have to take the L and leave eccentric, weird people alone. Even if you don't know them to be autistic. You shouldn't be looking for Acceptable Reasons to be mean to people in the first place. Being respectful should be the default.

ravens-play-exy-too

i saw the words “ur not the first person in your lineage to be queer” and it’s rocking me to my core. how many generations down the line did one of my ancestors feel the way i did, feel differently than i did and so damn queerly it was a crime? how many of us were there? did they have hope? did they find peace? i don’t know. at the very least, maybe i am proof their identity was never wasted. reincarnated.

libraford

I am named after my great aunt Leah.

When my mom talks about her, it's always framed like a disappointment.

Such a shame she never married.

Such a shame she never had children.

Such a shame she moved away from Rhode Island.

Such a shame, such a shame, such a shame.

But I was named in her spirit because she was an inspiration for her- the reason she became a writer in the first place. It wasnt common for women in the 1940s to become journalists, but she fought tooth and nail to do it.

You know, she never married. She never had kids. She moved away to Boston with her lifelong friend and rarely wrote home.

She moved away to Boston.

With her lifelong friend.

#queer #ouch

wolfmoonjournal

INTO A WINTER SUNSET. #northwoods #minnesota #sleddogs #sleddog #mushing #dogsledding #sunset #wintersunset #musherlife #forestmagic #momentsintime #borealforest #intotheforest #neverstopexploring #gooutsideandplay #winter #outinthecold https://www.instagram.com/p/CX0Mx0zOljb/?utm_medium=tumblr

theequeerstrian

The way this doesn’t even look REAL

imalayla

@campfirecanines

#mushing #!!!

45percenterthen

nothing makes me cry like the embankment tube station voiceover story !!! nothing !!!!!!!

45percenterthen

embankment tube station voiceover story ❤️

#good things #death cw

babyanimalgifs

Her reaction to seeing my face after our nap

(Source)

#omg #dogs

maykitz

interesting how kindergarten kids naturally respect and adore blue collar workers to the point where toy garbage trucks, construction vehicles and the like are a common sight in childrens bedrooms, but only a couple years older they've already had that very thoroughly taught out of them. replaced by a worldview of arrogance towards the lowly, unaccomplished and uneducated who serve as living cautionary tales of what happens if youre too lazy or too stupid to study hard. some very unbiased educating at play to foster the next year of adults who see nothing wrong with the people performing the most vital tasks in a society being the ones who scrape by on starvation wages and backbreaking work hours

wildernessmutts

Be the mixed breed positivity you want to see in the world lol

Poodles & doodles + I love mixed breeds

#!!!

hedgehog-moss

My animals, ranked from most to least ear

(as promised)

#1 Pirlouit! You win!! You win because I organised this contest specifically to make you feel better about ranking last in the previous one. Congratulations!

Your ears don’t even fit in the frame, that’s how much of a winner you are.

#2 Pampérigouste, my love, your ears are excellent and I almost gave you the first place but that would have defeated the whole purpose of the contest, I’m sure you understand. Still, look at you, you ridiculous little camelid. Your ears are so long and slender they were the first thing that broke off when the Snow Pampe thawed.

#3 Pandolf. Your ears looked ridiculous when you were a baby so this is partly a nostalgia ranking (then your nose just wouldn’t stop growing, which made the rest of you look well-proportioned in comparison.) (I also mentioned your nose in the last contest, one day I will organise a snout competition just for you)

Another reason why Pan deserves the third prize is because of this important ear fact: at night after his last walk he lies down in front of the door and whines for me to let him in. The door is half-glass and in this position only his ears can be seen, and when they’re covered in snowflakes it makes a pattern that makes him look like a phosphorescent owl staring at me with inquisitive eyes. Nighttime photos always disappoint so here’s a pictorial representation of what waits for me behind the door on winter nights:

#4 Merricat has been elected cat representative for December but I could have picked any of my cats to illustrate my point: cats can never win or lose an unusual body proportion contest because they are the perfect shape from head to toe bean. Their ears are not too big, not too small, not banana-shaped, not a convoluted Minotaur maze like the human ear, they are the Platonic ideal of the hearing organ and the same applies to every part of the feline body.

#5 The chicken sisters. You might say, wait, there’s still one animal left and chickens haven’t got any ears. Surely they should rank last? All I can say is, as a mammal I feel an inborn, vestigial terror of angering these dinosaur-looking creatures and I will never pronounce them losers in any contest. Not even the long snout contest.

#6 Which brings us to Pampelune. My apologies to this deserving young mother llama but there isn’t a single ear to be found anywhere on your body. I checked. I looked thoroughly. I took one cursory look while the chickens clucked cretaceously behind me.