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moonlight26posts-blog · 2 months

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In Calvert Co., MD: rgent: Help Needed for Calvin - A 7-Month-Old Pup in Need of Rescue Placement! ☘️🐾☘️ - Calvert County Animal Shelter - Maryland.

🍀🐾Lucky Calvin Needs a Shamrock Miracle! ☘️🐾

Top o' the morning to you, dear animal lovers and compassionate souls! We're reaching out from the heart of our shelter with a plea as green as the rolling hills of Ireland, seeking a wee bit of magic and a whole lot of love for our special lad, Calvin!

Calvin, the 7-month-old, 43lb pupper, stumbled into our lives like a hidden pot o' gold at the end of a rainbow, arriving as a stray with a story as mysterious as a leprechaun's pot of treasure. With eyes as bright as emeralds and a heart as pure as the Irish countryside, Calvin is your typical puppy - full of boundless energy, affection, and a mischievous spirit that could charm even the grumpiest leprechaun!

This adorable lad has stolen our hearts with his playful antics and his penchant for cuddles with people of all. But alas, Calvin's journey to finding his forever home is fraught with obstacles that require a bit of luck of the Irish to overcome.

Like any young pup, Calvin could use a bit of guidance and training to help him navigate the world with confidence and grace. A bit of basic obedience training would do wonders to polish his skills and sharpen his leash manners, ensuring he's the perfect companion for any adventure, be it chasing rainbows or lounging by the hearth.

But there's a twist in Calvin's tale, a challenge that requires the wisdom of a Celtic sage to unravel. Our dear lad has shown a puzzling reaction during a meet and greet with another four-legged friend. With a bark as loud as a banshee's wail and a demeanor less than friendly, Calvin's encounter was anything but a jig of joy. It seems our lad needs a bit of guidance in the realm of interspecies diplomacy, for he's yet to learn the art of making friends with his fellow furry creatures.

Thus, we seek the aid of noble rescuers, those with hearts as vast as the Cliffs of Moher and as tender as a bed of clover. We humbly request rescue placement only for our Calvin, so he may receive the tender loving care he needs to bloom into the magnificent hound we know he's destined to be. With a bit of patience, a sprinkle of kindness, and a dash of luck, we're certain Calvin will transform into the loyal, loving companion he was meant to be.

So, dear friends, if you find a bit of space in your heart and a corner in your home for our dear Calvin, we beseech you to reach out and lend a helping hand.

Calvin is neutered, up to date on vaccines, heartworm negative and microchipped.

Together, let's give Calvin the chance to find his pot of gold at the end of the rainbow - a forever home filled with love, laughter, and the luck of the Irish!🌈🐾

Jamie Hash

Volunteer and Rescue Coordinator

[email protected]

410-535-7387

Rescue Pick-Up Hours:

Monday – Saturday from 10am – 4pm

Adoption Hours:

Tuesday - Saturday from 10am - 4pm

5055 Hallowing Point Rd. Prince Frederick, MD 20678

Linda L. Kelley Animal Shelter

**If you would like to foster Calvin, we can contact local rescues to ask for help, please email [email protected] (we are only a volunteer group that tries to help rescues help the dogs/cats of MD)

#dog rescue maryland #dog rescue #dog rescue baltimore maryland #doglover #foster #fostering dogs #foster family #save animals #savealife #saving lives #save a life #save a dog

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monsterrae1 · 1 year

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Okay, but now I wanna see the puppers 🥺👉👈

Here’s the pups!

The husky is 11 months old and I haven’t known peace since she came into my life.

The mixed one is 7 years old and he just wanna be left alone to nap all day

#answered #hippolotamus

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thesavagemuffin · 1 year

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Get to know me

Tagged by @rindemption thank you very much🥺

1. Are you named after anyone?

My mom named me after a character from an old movie.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Yesterday fhjgasfas work be tough sometimes.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope. Don't plan to have any either.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Probably a tiiiny bit too much.

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

I've started doing more exercises but I wouldn't say I enjoy any particular sport. I'm always happy once I got it behind me.

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people?

Propably whatever they're wearing since that's the first thing you see.

7. Eye color?

Gray-ish blue or kinda green idk. Depends on the lighting.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Whatever I feel like in the moment but either work.

9. Any special talents?

Eeeh... drawing? Otherwise my hidden talent is being sleepy throughout the day and then being very awake when I gotta go to bed.

10. Where were you born?

Santa Rosa, CA but I don't life there anymore. Spend my life 50/50 between the US and Germany.

11. What are your hobbies?

Drawing, RP, DnD, sometimes writing, and playing a lot of games. Baking is fun too when I'm in the mood for it.

12. Do you have any pets?

Got an 11 month old pupper at home that keeps me pretty busy.

13. How tall are you?

Around 167cm or so. Been a while since I've checked. Maybe I magically grew past 170.

14. Fave subject in school?

Art, history, and biology.

15. Dream job?

Something that won't suck the life out of me or has me interacting with customers.

Tagging a couple people, feel free to ignore this if you already got tagged or don't feel like it @sicc-nasti @scrumptioussynths @mth3gr34t @transitpresident @wraithsoutlaws @onlymeandlife @for-lovely-things

#i cant remember if i got a tag for stuff like this #tag game #now i do

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ourpetco · 1 year

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Just want to share my 7 month old or 6 month old according to my vet aspin pupper.

#Pictures of dogs!#Dog #doglife #love #puppylove #pet #puppies #cute #doggo #petsofinstagram #ilovemydog #dogsl

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somulmaxima · 1 year

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This isn't my first venture into Tumblr, but it's been several years since I've been here.

Hello~ I'm Somul! I'm a 24 year old Gay gamer and introvert. I'm married and have a doggo and a pupper. The doggo is 7 and the pupper is 5 months old.

I hang around on Twitch a lot watching mostly queer streamers playing anything from Dead by Daylight or Minecraft to RPing in GTA V or RDR2.

Some games I play sometimes: Fortnite, Dead by Daylight, Minecraft, Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing, Tetris 99, or whatever game friendos wanna play~

Feel free to say hi!~

#gay #twitch #gaymer #dog dad #first post #intro #idk how to use tags anymore

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candiso-p640 · 1 year

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OC Question! Answering for Brenda Sho (Scrapped Character) Part One Original post by https://leifandthorn.com/tag/ask-meme/

1.) How easy is it to make them angry? Do they show their anger or hide it?

Answer: It is very easy to make Brenda angry and yes, she shows the anger she feels.

2.) Do they believe in soulmates?

Answer: No.

3.) Do they have any pet peeves?

Answer: Brenda really hates it when her phone runs out of data from those £79.55 data cards.

4.) Do they have a happy place? Somewhere they can go when they need to relax?

Answer: Yes, Brenda goes to any VIP room of any club whenever she feels stressed out.

5.) At which stage of their life were they the most happiest?

Answer: When Varmt og Dampende produced its first porno titled "Puppers" on December 1st, 2010. That month, the porno film made 100000 kr ($9297.48) within Norway alone.

6.) At which stage of their life were they the least happy?

Answer: When her father Jeremy Sho was still alive.

7.) At a bar/tavern/pub are they more likely to buy someone a drink, or have someone to buy them a drink?

Answer: Brenda is more likely to have someone buy them a drink.

8.) Have they ever broken any bones? If so, how?

Answer: Yes. When Brenda was 6 years old, his (her) father pushed them off of a roof, thus breaking a rib and fracturing the skull.

9.) Do they have any memories/experiences they'd rather forget?

Answer: Anything having to involve her father.

10.) What is their favorite memory from their childhood?

Answer: By the time Jeremy died. Brenda cried tears of joy as the physical nightmare was over.

11.) Do they have a "type" that they are usually attracted to?

Answer: Brenda would date any woman.

12.) Do they have any favorite possessions?

Answer: Yep. Brenda loves money because she didn't really have it as a kid.

13.) Do they have any tattoos? If no, would they ever consider one?

Answer: Yes. Brenda has a tattoo on her back featuring a dragon and a cartoonish devil.

14.) Do they have any piercings? If no, would they ever consider getting any?

Answer: Brenda has piercings on her ears. (Though they are bottom piercings.)

15.) What is their dream house like?

Answer: It doesn't really matter so long as there are a ton of women, proper heating and lighting, and the basic nessesities.

16.) What is something about them that people would not expect just by looking at them?

Answer: Brenda actually loves slapstick comedy, it's just that she doesn't really show that side of her.

17.) How good are they at choosing gifts for others?

Answer: Unless you like more, "eccentric" toys; then Brenda is really bad at giving gifts to people.

18.) Do they have a certain skill that they are proud of?

Answer: Brenda's proud of her ability to keep things interesting in the streets, sheets, and in karaoke.

19.) How would a stranger they just met describe them?

Answer: Rude, cold, dismissive, hedonistic, opinionated, and twisted.

20.) How would a close friend they've known for a long time describe them?

Answer: Cool, attractive, focused, dope, innovative, and open.

#danganropa oc #eddanganropaau #eddsworld x danganronpa #ask meme #scrapped oc

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aamethyst000 · 2 years

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Nov 5,22 3:55pm

I woke up 1230 to lay comfortably on my bed, cuddling with my cat. while scrolling on my phone, I am thinking of postponing my therapy appointments for next year. I know that, starting this month and onwards, I will be busy with Christmas and possibly decorating. I am not on my first cup of coffee and you know what I forgot to do yesterday? I'll tell ya, I forgot to take my pills. misses one day, I am hoping it doesn't have much affect on me today. I'm thinking of getting my laundry done after I make myself something to eat. I get the feeling my ma will ask me to make her something too.

also, I think I am going to go back on my posts and add in some hashtags just for my Journaling posts, in case anyone wants to go read some of my old post or just curious. who knows, maybe my story will start to get interesting before I could even blink.

4:13pm - yeah, that is what ill be doing, is thinking up of hashtags to use and go back to my old posts and edit them ^-^ I am also just going to get started on my laundry, and my second cup of coffee. I have yet to take my meds still.

4:46pm - just having a toke with my family, just started my laundry. and I have thought of what hashtags I can use when I post. I'll be updating my old posts with them later on

5:37pm - I just made ichiban for my first meal, I will be making another pot of coffee soon after this toke sesh. then I will be checking on my laundry soon after. mum and I will be making breakfast for supper, but only after her pens game is over. I'd be watching it with her but i have chores to do, ill be resting tomorrow.

my mums poor pupper (he is 13 years old) went blind a while back, so because of that. we are having a more difficult time to clip his claws. as old as he is, the old pupper is STRONG when he feels that there is clipers near by. he can give you a nose bleed if you are not careful. both of us reassure him too, and the poor thing still gets nervous. he calms down after he gets put back under his blankies, his safe space.

7:12pm - I am just going to get ready to start dinner, I got half of my laundry done and i am on my third cup of coffee. this will be fun, oh, and I finally took my pills. I don't want to miss another day again. or week, for that matter lol

#journal #journalist #happy #queer #2Spirit #journal entry #journalist amethyst000 #aesthetic #photography #photographer #photographer amethyst #blog #blogger #nature

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sosuite · 2 years

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8 Best Dog Parks in Philadelphia: A Guide for Adventure-Seeking Pets

Photo by Blue Bird Looking for a great place to take your dog for some outdoor fun? 🐕 Check out our guide to the best dog parks in Philadelphia! These parks offer plenty of space for your furry friend to run and play, as well as interesting sights and smell for your companion to explore. So whether you're looking for a stroll or an all-out adventure, Philadelphia's fantastic dog-friendly parks have something for you!

(Check out our map here to make it easier for you to reach these places)

Schuylkill River Dog Park

Location: 300 S 25th St, Philadelphia, PA 19103 Phone number: 215-683-3600 Hours & Directions

This dog park is in the heart of Philadelphia, along the scenic Schuylkill River. It offers a beautiful view of the city skyline and plenty of space for your dog to run and play. There is also a separate fenced area for small dogs. Wanna play fetch? There's plenty of room here, and your furry friend will surely enjoy the shade of trees when the weather is hot!

Seger Dog Park

Location: 1001 Rodman St, Philadelphia, PA 19107 Phone number: 215-686-1780 Hours & Directions

Fully fenced with artificial turf that covers the ground, this dog park keeps your fur babies clean. There are also plenty of benches to unwind while your furry friends are having a blast. This park is free but if you find yourself a frequent comer, consider becoming a member. The members host events, so the neighborhood gets to know each other!

Orianna Hill Park

Location: Poplar St, Philadelphia, PA 19123 Contact Details Hours & Directions

What used to be an automobile chop-shop was transformed into a dog lover's paradise! Enjoy nature or go on a picnic while your doggo or pupper socializes with their fellow furry friends! The dog runs extend from Orianna Street east to N. 3rd Street - plenty of space for an off-leash play! Don't forget to register your dog with the Friends of Orianna Hill Park before entering the park.

FDR Park

Location: 1500 Pattison Avenue, Philadelphia, PA 19145 Phone number: 215-683-3600 Hours & Directions

Want to work out with your best bud? Then head on to Philadelphia's largest park. This pawsome place is perfect for strolling, mediation, or if you simply want a place with lots of areas to roam. The 348-acre park has many trails perfect for long walks or leashed runs with your pet. Oh and you can rent bicycles and boats, and go fishing too! Green Street Dog Park

Location: 1817 Green St, Philadelphia, PA 19130 Phone number: 215-236-7334 Hours & Directions

Would you like your small, cuddly pooches to play with other puppies of the same size? If so, Green Street Dog Park is the perfect place to be! This membership-based facility has two fully fenced play areas, with one of them designated for small pups (25 pounds and lighter). In addition, there's plenty of space for your pooches to run and play since no more than 30 dogs can be in the park anytime.

Palmer Doggie Depot

Location: 37 E Palmer St, Philadelphia, PA 19125 Contact Details Hours & Directions

Fishtown community's spacious dog park welcomes you and your doggos for social play. This amazing place is open to all puppies at least four months old and fully vaccinated. Explore the grassy areas, and bring water for your dog, especially on hot days. If you're in for some dirt-and-cobblestone vibe (fenced area), this park awaits you!

Pretzel Dog Park

Location: 4300 Silverwood St, Philadelphia, PA 19127 Phone number: 215-683-3679 Hours & Directions

A small, fully fenced dog run composed of wood chips and dirt, Pretzel Park is another excellent spot for your dog to have a blast. Socialize with other dog parents as your fur babies explore the area. Depending on the weather, this park can get muddy too.

Lanier Dog Park

Location: 2911 Tasker St, Philadelphia, PA 19145 Contact Details Hours & Directions

If you're not around to play with your four-legged friend during the day, head on to Lanier Dog Park. This unique dog park is open 24/7 and is well lit, so your dog can enjoy the space any time of the day. The dog park is divided into two sections - one for smaller pups and the other one for larger dogs. Children under 11 are not permitted in the dog park for safety. The park is fitted with all-weather grass, giving it a green look and perfect for you and your pup to visit any season, any day.

Philadelphia is a terrific city for dog owners, with plenty of parks and green spaces for your dog's recreation. Be sure to check them out the next time you're looking for a place to take your pup. Did you know?

All Philadelphia Sosuites are dog-friendly. On your next visit to Philly, explore the city’s industrial past with sprawling lofts at Sosuite at Independence Lofts, walking distance from most of the fantastic dog parks in this post. You can find all of Sosuite’s locations in Philadelphia here.

And don't forget – always be a responsible dog parent and clean up after your pet!

Written by: Hydee Mariazeta

#dog park #philadelphia #sosuite #travel

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love-is-four-legged-word · 3 years

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From: My 7 month old puppers @taydog64

#My 7 month old puppers

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fellatiogal94 · 3 years

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Stranger Danger for Puppers

Yesterday my Dad and I decided to get some chinese take-away near our home. We drove up with our soon-to-be 7 month old Chow, Mochi, to the place as there is this perfect area to practice Heel and Short-leash in a noisy and highly distracting park area. This is like advance training that I wanted to test out on Mochi to see if he will remember his training in this area.

So I walk out to the park while my Dad went to the take-away, as soon as I crossed the road over the park, this overweight middle aged (over 40) white guy limps away from his seat infront of this cafe, making moon eyes at my dog. “Oh look at ‘im, he’s so fluffy, can I pet ‘im? Oh please, I love dogs”

Now, I really need to train Mochi. He goes up to everyone and every dog hoping to make friends and get the world record of the most pets he can get. I need this to stop as he could and has, run out on a road. He might get hit or hurt, maybe the dog is not friendly or the person has severe dog phobia. So I tell the guy that I am very sorry but I need to train my dog, I gave him my reason and tried to walk away but my dog is like 20kg (40 pounds) and he is going no where as there is a big person that is gushing at him.

The guy ignores my wishes and starts lathering Mochi with pets while gushing on and on on about “How fluffy”, He tells me how he understands “You see?”, he has a friend who had such a sweet dog, “but he ran out and got killed by a car, you see?” “It was a terrible terrible accident” “I wanted to walk ‘im so I let ‘im out” “But I didn’t have ‘is leash, you see” “I didn’t kill ‘im” “It was an accident” “terrible terrible”

At that point I am getting warning bells, Mochi had enough of the pets and turned to watch a car drive past, the guy was fingering his collar looking and trying to see past the fluff. and then Mochi veered away and I see the collar slump a little. I lunged forward and grabbed my dog by his butt fluff and the guy backed off, walking behind me. THE FUCKER HAD RELEASED THE FUCKING CLASP ON MOCHI’S GOSH DARN COLLAR!

He walked up behind me and Mochi, sensing my fear, went around, removing my grip, and started nipping at the guy’s heels until he chased the guy off of the sidewalk and then heeled by my side, loose collar, my heart in my throut.

The guy limped off laughing “he likes me, he likes me” and I bent down and reclasped the quick release collar and walked into the park dragging Mochi away.

If I hadn’t been vigorously training Mochi, he might have run across the road where it’s slightly busy and gotten hit....and If he did, I would have killed the guy, I don’t care if I went to jail, that dog is my fucking life, I didn’t spend more than 3 months loving and raising my fluffy land shark, just so some creepy prick can kill my dog and call it a “terrible terrible accident”.

I didn’t tell my Dad about how close that guy got, I didn’t want him to worry or to chase the guy down. I was tempted to call the police but I had no proof or evidence, it would be my word against his...but NEVER AGAIN. If I see that guy again, I’m not going to fucking let him near my baby.

Have a picture of my dog, look at that pose! My little lion!! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

#Creepy Creeper #Dog Creeper #Who wears indoor shoes outside #chow chow #baby mochi #my dog is the best #So glad I trained him #stranger danger #Not all people are good #We do have a car harness but as it's a short drive he's fine #Mochi the Bear Pig

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serpentinesarang · 4 years

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Familiar

pairing: chan (bang chan) x gender-neutral reader

genre: no smut, married!au, emotionally heavy, lots of plot build-up/context description, slow burn, fluff at the end, second-person POV

word count: 2098

content warnings: themes of death, depression/grieving, lack of eating, swearing; this is a SERIOUS piece that may make you cry. please proceed with caution and take a mental breather after.

summary: your husband chan died a year ago, and life hasn’t been the same until you meet a peculiar stray dog whom you decide to keep.

a/n: partly inspired by the netflix anime film “a whisker away.” hint hint: australian dingo...

korean key:

⦿ sasaengpaen (사생팬) = crazy spy-like super fans, sasaeng for short; pronounced “sah-seng”

⦿ annyeong (안녕) = multipurpose word that translates to hi/bye and no; in this story, it’s used in the hi/bye sense. pronounced “on-yawng”

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Preface

It happened a year ago. The crash. The sasaengs. The coma. The stroke. The doctors’ denial of life support. The funeral.

Your husband Chan had died tragically after a catastrophic car accident outside the JYPE building in Seoul when a group of sasaengs tried to take control of an already chaotic situation on the street. Chan had been rushed to the hospital, so bloodied and so internally fractured that he immediately fell comatose and incidentally suffered a stroke due to the bodily trauma.

You’d begged with all your might for the doctors to put him on life support, but they refused, saying he’d be vegetative for the rest of your life. They even sent an insurance liason up to Chan’s ICU suite to speak with you about having to pay for his life support as long as you continued to live, and you were just so beaten down by all the hospital staff that you agreed to release his body to the funeral home his parents had flown in to coordinate with.

And you were destroyed.

Your employer had given you three months’ bereavement, but you still couldn’t bear to go to work for four more months. You slept 12 hours on Chan’s side of the bed every night and only wore his clothes during those four months of intermittent crying. After you used up the remaining sick days and paid time off you’d accrued over the years, your manager finally terminated you for missing too much. The next two months were spent on the couch with no appetite and inconsistent sleep, the good memories of Chan continually flooding back to you at random times.

This was when you’d decided it was time to get your shit together because the scale declared you 15 lbs [7 kg] lighter; the circles under your eyes scared you each time you dared to glance in a mirror; and your phone’s mailbox had filled to its limit with messages from anyone and everyone offering their condolences for your loss. So three months passed, and you were able to gain back most of your weight, sleep more consistently, and clean out your social media.

Those last three months were the cleansing your soul so desperately needed, and for the first time since the incident, you were starting to feel a level of normalcy again. You’d even pushed yourself to get back into the workforce, and thankfully, this new employer didn’t cause a scene about your 11-month gap in job history.

The dominoes were falling back into place. Sadly, you’d felt compelled at one point to ghost the rest of Stray Kids because it was just too painful for you to act like you could handle yourself around them. Out of worry and compassion, they all individually sent you messages here and there, but you told yourself maybe in the future. After all, your life had disintegrated to less than dust, so you were your priority moving forward.

Now

Your phone’s alarm wakes you to another dreary November day. It’s a snippet of an audio message he’d left you long, long ago when he was away for a tour. “Good morning to you, [Mr./Mrs.] Bang, my beautiful angel. I’m thinking of you as always. Text me when you get this. Love you, honey.”

November 25th, to be exact: the one-year anniversary of Chan’s death.

You sigh, whispering to the ceiling, “I love you too, baby.”

You pick yourself up, go through all the usual motions, and head to work in the morning snow, trying to keep your mind as numb as you’ve been recently feeling. Perhaps you’ll do a little something once you return home, you resolve.

The workday passes; the snow continues blanketing the city; and nothing really good or bad has happened in the meantime.

You step off the elevator onto your floor of the apartment building. You’re freezing from the windchill, mindlessly deleting spam email on your phone while trudging in your heavy boots to your door.

Once you reach your unit, something at the edge of your eyesight causes you to freeze. You take in the sight before you: a large, tan and white dog lying on your welcome mat with its front paws extended toward you. Its deep brown eyes stare right into yours, and you feel all the air in your lungs disappear.

“A-annyeong,” you murmur softly, pocketing your phone.

The dog blinks in response, not moving his gaze.

You crouch down in front of the dog slowly, trying not to spook it. “Are you lost, sweetie?”

The dog emits a barely audible whimper, and you can’t tell if it’s sad or relieved to have been found. It’s not wearing a collar, and its abundant fur looks clean, like an inside pet.

Feeling conflicted, you purse your lips. “You must be... I’ll tell you what: you be good and stay here for me, okay?”

The dog exhales sharply before closing its eyes.

Wow, well trained pupper, you think to yourself as you rise. You spend the next five minutes ringing the entire floor’s doorbells, even banging on the doors of the units that didn’t respond to the bell. Each and every neighbor of yours denies owning a dog that looks like a Shiba Inu, and they all claim to not know anyone else who might have one.

“Fuck,” you hiss under your breath after the last person closes their door.

Returning back to your unit, you find the dog hasn’t moved an inch, but it must recognize your presence because its eyes fly open, and its head shoots up toward you.

“I guess you’re mine for now,” you address it. You enter your passcode and push the door open, pointing expectantly with an approving facial expression for the dog to understand it’s okay to go in.

And it happily trots inside, sniffing around the entryway while you shuck off your boots, parka, and other winter layers.

The dog seems to be waiting for you to finish because, once you turn toward it, it immediately turns around and saunters to the bedroom on the far end of the apartment. You keep up at its side and determine with a friendly visual inspection that this dog is a boy.

Approaching Chan’s old side of the mattress, he turns back to you and sits down in front of the nightstand, digging his eyes into yours once more.

Your brow furrows as you try to piece together what’s happening. “What? What’s up, sweetie?”

The dog replies with a heartwrenching whimper, angling his snout forward as if asking for you.

You pad closer and sit on the backs of your legs. “Will you let me touch you?” you ask him softly, raising a hand for him to sniff.

Oddly, he straight up disregards your hand and leans forward to lick your chin.

“Awww,” you gush at his sudden affection. “I’ll take that as a yes, then.” You stroke the top of his tan head, and again, the poor thing whimpers while leaning into your touch.

You scratch at the bases of his ears before cupping his jowls in your hands. “You’re such a sweet boy, you know that?”

The dog blinks rapidly, pushing forward again to gently lick at your unsuspecting lips this time.

Giggling and stroking his front shoulder areas, you say, “Ohh, thank you, thank you. I haven’t been kissed in a year, so I appreciate that, sweet boy.”

A moment passes, but you have to do a double-take when you notice the thick stream of fluid cascading from his shiny eyes.

You gasp. “Oh nooo, are you crying?” With your thumbs, you carefully wipe away his tears. “Don’t cry, sweetie. I did enough of that for nine months straight, and I can’t have you making me sad too,” you confide with the animal, stroking his head again.

He responds by standing on all fours and pressing the top of his head to your own forehead, and you go breathless again.

He’s so human-like... so emotional... you think, raising your arms over his body and hugging him. You stay there for a solid minute before he finally pulls back and sits again.

You sigh quietly, evaluating his expression. “I don’t know about you, but it’s been a long day.” You nudge your chin up to the bed. “Wanna rest for a while?”

The dog ever so quietly barks with its snout closed, as if in acknowledgement, and he waits for you to move first. So you rise and position the pillows on Chan’s side against the wall for you to sit upright. You spread your legs in a butterfly position, and without you having to beckon or give permission, the dog hops to the corner of the bed and situates himself between your legs. You notice then that he’s eyeing something on the wall above the bed.

The professional landscape shot of Chan with his arms tightly curled around you under a peony-adorned gazebo near a lake, the day of your wedding. You were looking into each other’s eyes with the sincerest of smiles.

You turn to glance at the framed photo. “Yeah,” you sigh deeply, turning back to the dog. “That’s Channie, my husband.”

The dog picks up on your change of tone and scoots forward as close as he can get, resting his paws on your upper thighs and his snout on your stomach. His gleaming eyes practically compel you to go on.

Placing your hands on his soft back, you continue in a strained voice: “He was taken from me last year, on this day actually, November 25th. He was so badly hurt in the accident that he went into a coma and had a stroke a couple days later.”

You pause, and the dog whimpers on your stomach, his sad gaze making your throat constrict and your eyes water.

How can a dog be so in tune with me...?

You push that question away with a sigh and bring a hand to rest on his head. “I never left the hospital. The nurses had to kick me out of his room when he passed. And I cried my eyes out for almost a year.”

Your eyes drift off, glancing at the ceiling and the walls while remembering your grieving process. “So now I sleep on his side of the bed... I wear only his clothes at home... and I shower with the same things he always did. He’s always with me, even when I’m not wearing my ring.”

Tears have started falling onto your cheeks, and you look back down at the quiet dog to find him crying again as well, his glassy eyes still intently watching you.

An uncontrolled sob escapes your lips before you mash them together, trying to keep it together.

“I love him so much,” you throw your head back against the wall. “I love him so, so fucking much,” you whisper, the hot tears falling faster now.

You hear the dog whine rather loudly, so you focus on him again as he raises his head. “He was my person, and now I have no one,” you blubber, using your hands to angrily wipe away the tears.

The dog replies with a seemingly uncharacteristic growl, its eyes still very soft in contrast.

“Okay, okay, now I have you,” you concede, catching your breath. “I don’t know where your parents are, and I’ve been alone for too long.” You pause, almost unwilling to continue. “Will you stay with me, sweet boy?”

He barks out a high-pitched yelp, spastically moving his paws against you so they’re digging into your abdomen now.

Cheered up by the dog’s responsive expressions of emotion, you burst into a brief laugh and scratch the underside of his snout. “You remind me of him, you know. Soft hair, gorgeous brown eyes, super caring.”

Again, he whimpers, very quietly this time. You tenderly kiss his moist nose. “I’ll call you Chris... because only I was allowed to call him that.”

Chris responds by licking your lips again.

Your random gasp makes him jump a little. “Oh my gosh, I bet you’re hungry or thirsty!” You try shifting on the bed, but Chris’s weight holds you firmly. “Do you want food?”

Chris lowers his snout, resting it on your chest now. He doesn’t make any noises, but you can guess what he means by this.

“Okay, Chris, I gotcha. We’ll stay here and eat when you’re ready,” you promise as you smooth his pointed ears backward.

...

I found them... if only they knew it’s me... I’m Channie, and I’m still yours, honey.

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