A group of rough looking boys walked past me today and all I heard of their conversation was āheās got that anxiety disorder bro so I went with him so heād be more comfortableā and it made me realise the world isnāt all that bad
#this is team skull
The pet store I worked at had a pen with rabbits near the front door. On every side of the pen were huge signs saying āYou can pet me, but donāt pick me up!ā One day two absolutely huge guys came in and one immediately reaches into the pen to grab a rabbit. Before i could say anything his friend grabbed his arm and asked him ādid you see the sign?ā He said āyeah! it says that you can pick them up but donāt pet them!ā Then he went quiet for a moment and softly said āI didnāt read it right did I?ā And his friend just puts his arm on his shoulder and said āits ok, i know youāve got that thing where words get mixed up. Let just pet these cute lil shitsā And I still havenāt gotten over that interaction.
I was walking my dog through Boston bc he likes the likes car rides. Heās a little thing tbh we call him short and long. So this huge scary man with a full beard approaches me like āhey can my buddy and I pet your dog? He gets nervous around dogs but yourās is so small I think itās a good place to start.ā Ofc I was like āyes heās very friendly!ā So this guy brings his equally big friend over and they sit on the floor while this man looks terrified of my tiny dog so big man number one asks ācan I pick him up?ā And i say yes so he picks him up and puts him on man number twoās lap and man number two is abt to freak out and his friend straight up just goes āhey man, itās okay just relax Iād never let anything hurt you. Heās a good boy.ā Iāll never forget it ever bc I know that man looked at me (5'3 , glasses, probably wearing a sweater vest) and my dog (kinda goofy looking little thing) and was like āah yes the two least intimidating living things Iāve seen in Boston all day heāll feel relaxed around themā and went out of his way to help his friend. It makes me so happy
My husband had this Dungeons and Dragons group ages ago, and one of the guys was TERRIFIED of cats.Ā The moment he sees one he freezes up and can barely breathe.Ā Said guy is almost seven feet tall and solid wall of muscle.Ā Whenever he came over Iād put the cats in the bedroom and chill out with a book because my cats donāt like being shut away without one of us.Ā
One of my cats was pawing at the door and meowing loudly, an indication she REALLY needs to use the litter box.Ā I let her out and decide, hey, Iām hungry, and decide to the kitchen.Ā I forgot to shut the bedroom door.Ā
Next thing I hear is the group going completely silent.Ā My husband very calmly asks me to come over and help him gather our two cats up.Ā I go over to where the group is and my black cat, Cacoa, is rubbing up against the guyās leg, purring, and doing her ālet me on your lapā meow.Ā The other cat, Jasper, is sitting at the window, chilling out.Ā I go over and pick up Cacoa and tell the big dude sheās harmless, loves laps, and would be thrilled if he pet her.Ā Very slowly he touches my catās face, and she leans right into his hand.Ā He then pets her back and sighs because sheās really soft and purring like mad.Ā After a few minutes he asks how to pick her up and if itās okay if she sits on his lap.
He spent the next six hours spoiling my cat.Ā The next week he showed up with cat treats and toys because he fell in love with the cats.Ā He told me he was doing some research on house cats, and even talked to a vet about them.Ā A couple months later he adopted two cats and was as thrilled and excited as a new parent.Ā
Oh no a new one!!!
Blessed post.
I used to work at this stable for icelandic horses and every now and then this man would turn up by the field to just watch the horses. One time I walked by him as I was going to get the horses inside, and he went āI always wanted to learn how to ride but Iām afraid of horses because theyāre so huge. If I could ride ponies like this, maybe Iād dare but now Iām too big and heavy for them.ā You should have seen his face when I told them that actually theyāre not ponies, just small horses and they could totally carry him. His face just lit up. Next thing Iām helping him to get on back. Today he knows how to ride.
A few years ago my sister and I were in Daytona Beach, and we saw this huge, burly biker. Looked like the stereotypical biker: big black beard, the goggles, leather, and a bandana. He also had a baby carrier, and in that baby carrier was a tiny little orange Pomeranian. We complimented his dog and he said, in one of the deepest voices Iāve ever heard, āthanks, his nameās Little Bear!ā And he told us about how heād take Little Bear out on his motorcycle everyday and how much the dog loved it.
Such a lovely post.
Iām not even putting this in the museum, it shall run free and collect more lovely stories.
