#dog problems

[cicadako]

The dreadful season

[lunacyandviolencepups]

Mama had to change the blankets bc someone whose name starts with V went potty on them. Now we're helping Mama by whining while she weaves in ends.

[kim-tey]

Tell me about your empty-headed princess dog whom you miss every day?

Ah well hmmm what is there to say? Riv was the sweetest, lankiest pile of bones at the animal welfare league when I met her in 2013. They have no idea what she was exactly. Big ol' mutt. Some sort of sighthound mixed with a kelpie. She looked like a black and tan kelpie that'd gone through a pasta maker, all thin and noodly. Stood just under hip height. They guessed about a year and half old. Had been left in a yard somewhere to starve. Her fur was thin and wiry in places. She weighed exactly 17.8 kilos. You could see the outline of her skull. She was fully grown.

When I went to see her, she wiggled up to the front of her enclosure and just leaned directly against the bars, as though trying to make as much contact as possible through the metal. I fell hard. Signed her off immediately and took her home the next day. I affectionately nicknamed her Trash Puppy. Princess, sometimes, if I was feeling extra overwhelmed by how stupid pretty she was.

She had her difficulties, and I certainly had to learn a lot about dogs very quickly to eventually get her to a more confident and happy space once I got her. I had no idea what I was in for. I just knew I needed a friend. It was a shit time in my life.

She was a pretty simple dog when it came down to it. Ideal. Wanted to run fast - as long as she could also run fast back to you. Wanted to sleep, as long as it was somewhere she could keep an eye on you. And yet, she never panicked when you left. She seemed almost strangely confident you'd be back. I guess you'd have to be an idiot of the first order to leave her.

She always wanted to press her whole body against you until you were almost falling over with it. Didn't much care about other stuff. Except that one feral deer she saw on a hills walk once. I found her like, 2 hours later, collapsed in a pile of her own slobber, exhausted, at the bottom of the hill. I had to carry all 27 kilos of her back up the steep incline to the car. She just went limp in my arms and whapped her tail against me the whole way. All I could think the whole time was how grateful I was a) that she was alright, and b) that she weighed so much more now than when I got her. Probably one of my fondest memories.

I'd been unwell and struggling at uni so long before I even got her. Then, I started collapsing with exhaustion at work. The doctors I saw didn't seem particularly interested and I didn't have the words or energy to advocate for myself. I'd given up on working it out. But when I deteriorated to the point I couldn't walk with her anymore, I made myself keep fighting to find out what was wrong. Got diagnosed. Gradually got better.

We went on adventures all the time. She loved the beach. Loved to splash through the water and speed along the sand. She'd pick blackberries with me in the hills with such careful grace, just using her tiny front teeth and long, elegant nose, so she wouldn't get pricked by thorns. She'd find any wall on a walk under six feet and jump on it just for the joy of showing off her balance and agility.

When home eventually became a place that wasn't safe anymore, when I saw how scared she was, I left - when I would've just stayed before. I did eventually learn I couldn't save everyone. But I could save her, and I could save us.

I don't know. She just met everything with such a happy face. A perfect idiotic grin. Her tail was so long and whippy you had to be on perfect guard of anything on a coffee table because she'd sweep it right off on her mission to come get in to cuddle you. I was still moving people's cups and plates up high a year after she was gone.

She was like any ol' dog really, but she was mine. And she was vital and real and there for me when it seemed like no one else could be.

I miss her like crazy. Writing this made me cry, actually. Good tears though, for a good dog.

I got my very first tattoo done in her memory a couple years back. I love it. She's on my arm, sorta leaping in towards my heart. Best trash puppy princess there ever was. But I mean, look at that face and tell me there’s a single thought in that head — you simply can’t.

[starstormdx]

how dogs stare at you wanting to go outside knowing damn well theyre going to do nothing but bark at people for ten minutes

[azuhrasims]

I made a post on Bluesky, I should mention it here too. My real life little Sadie Beagle suffered a stroke on Wednesday. I got her to the vet right away, she got a steroid shot and came home with me. She's having balance issues, but no behavior changes and she seems pretty perky. Honestly, she's doing better about the whole thing than I am. She's fifteen, she no young pup. These things happen with older pets.

Anyway, I logged in for what is apparently log in awards this time around. My simself had this autonomous interaction going with sim Sadie dog and I won't lie, it made me tear up a little.

I don't know how I'll feel about this save when my little girl leaves me. Bittersweet, I suppose.

But that's enough of that sad crap for one day. Cuddle your pets, friends!

[instant-yuri-machine]

everyone. I need help convincing my mom

if you see this, pls help me

tagging @jkriordanverse @junocore-artemis @thecatbehindyou (these are the people I think will help best)

Pictures of who I'm trying to save 👇

(she's lost a lot of weight since these pictures, you can see her ribs and spine prominently)

Im literally crying. My mom is being unreasonable

She's saying "ive rehabilitated your dog back into the wild" and bullshit like that. Im trying to convince her to bring my dog back home.

She's gone and put my dog half an hour away in her clinic. I don't have a licence, so I can't see her unless I coordinate with my dad to drive me there, so when I used to see her almost every minute, I can only see her a few times a month, since my dad is usually at work...

she's not letting me bring her back. She doesn't understand that dogs were bored to live with humans. With attention. With care and affection. I can provide that. My mom doesnt realise that my dog is becoming malnourished and depressed. My mom has her secretary feed the dog once a day. She's so thin, she can just slip out the gate and come back home. She tried this once. My mom found her near our apartment and took her back. Even worse, my dog recently gave birth. Her meals aren't enough. she's smarter now. She can come back. Only if I convince my mom... pls comment some ways to convince her. Anything. Please. I need my Spark back. I managed to convince my mom to keep one of the 5 puppies, so my dog won't be alone... I just need help to convince her to bring her back home.

[ephilog]

A quick doodly comic about Kila's stinky adventures yesterday. (Send help!! XD)

[mymangamemes]

When your dog gets into your craft box and eats all your glitter

From Lady Solea Just Wants to Go Home by Dandi, Hugedog, and mulgil