#Pet Rescue Blog
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OMG omg is it too soon to ask for a part 2 to the last Drabble you wrote?? (Sibling caretaker and whumpee) the cliffhanger was crazy
LOL definitely not too soon friend. I wanted to write a second part anyway, but I wanted to make sure people liked the first part before I did. Enjoy! (Also I'm not good at tagging people but here @tettlod!)
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A New Pet Part 2
Whumper’s fingers twisted sweetly but securely into my hair as I clung to the trashcan pressed against my chest. Any stray strands were caught before they could drop into my face. “It’s alright, Caretaker, don’t try to fight it. I should have known this surprise would be too much. Trauma isn’t something to mess with. I’m sorry.”
Another wave of nausea rushed over me as I made eye contact with my younger sibling. Their eyes darted away from mine the instant they met, but not before I could see the recognition behind them.
“You kidnapped Whumpee.” My voice ground from my throat. All I could do was keep the disgust out of my tone. This was dangerous ground. The way Whumper’s fist tightened in my hair was evidence enough.
“I rescued them. Caretaker, Whumpee isn’t human anymore. Your parents took that from them. Do you think it was bad during your childhood?” Whumper released my hair, their hand dragged down my face instead and curled under my chin to force my gaze on them. “I asked them, Caretaker. I asked them what it was like after you left. Before I broke them of their bad habits, I needed to understand them. You taught me that.”
A shiver ran down my spine as Whumper shifted to sit on the floor beside me. Their chest pressed against my back, and one hand rubbed my still churning stomach. Their free hand dipped into my pocket and pulled out my phone. My lock screen was me and Whumper holding my two rescue cats. “A feral animal is only dangerous when it feels it is in danger. If an animal has been hurt by its owners, it will bite you when you try to show it love.
“When you left, your family hurt Whumpee. Look at the scars on their skin. There’s a surprising beauty in the savage pattern. I hope one day you’ll show me yours. They’re older and cleaner, aren’t they? Whumpee told me how the beatings changed. Rough, more often. They took away their food. Locked them in the tiny closet where I found them. They’re dead, by the way. Your parents? It was quick. You don’t have to worry anymore.”
The world around me spun as Whumper lifted me to my feet. “You don’t need to be afraid of Whumpee either. I can feel you shaking. It’s okay. I’m here. Their training isn’t fully complete yet, but I promise I would never put you in a situation where you were in danger. You mean too much to me.” Whumper’s steady support was the only thing keeping me upright as we walked to the elegant cage. “I was lost without you, Caretaker. Before I found you, my business was on the brink of failure. My old pet had to be put down, and the new one refused to take my training. The mansion was drowning in chaos, and the staff was uncoordinated.”
“I gave you advice.” The ringing in my ears was getting worse. “I taught you new consequences for your rescue pet’s bad behavior.”
“A breakthrough!” Whumper’s grip disappeared as they danced around me. The cage rang as I gripped it desperately, trying to stay upright. Whumper didn’t even notice as they ran their hands over a shelf of black boxes. “The other rehabilitators were shocked when I showed them what you taught me. Your technique is now used worldwide to help people with disobedient or stressed pets.”
My heart pounded in my chest. Whumper was insane. This was beyond just one kidnapping. I’ve been a personal assistant to a high-ranking member of a human trafficking ring. Not only that, my name had been spread worldwide.
Whumper wasn’t stupid. They might have been turning their back on me for a moment, but when I looked everywhere they moved, their eyes followed me in the reflections around the room. If they decided they didn’t like my response, I could be the next person in a cage. I had to keep them talking until I could compose myself. A whole childhood of hiding emotions and pain was about to come in handy. Add on the past years of practice I had managing people and learning to connect, and there was a chance both Whumpee and I could make it out of this alive.
“How did you find my parents? They were off the grid. I couldn’t even find them.” It wasn’t a strong start but, it was enough to get Whumper talking.
They rambled as I fully took in Whumpee’s state. Some of their wounds were open and bleeding lightly. They didn’t move except for a small shiver against the cold air in the room. If I didn’t know them, I would have said they were completely empty where they knelt. Dissociating or somehow absent from the terrible conversation surrounding them.
It was a lie. They were there. They were fighting.
I could see the tension leaving Whumper’s shoulders as they talked and moved around the clean, newly renovated basement, seemingly pleased with my continued questions. They gathered boxes onto a cart and set up a medical table in the corner of the room. It took them nearly 15 minutes before they seemed satisfied with their preparations and moved back to the cage.
The cage door opened. Whumper was cautious, failing to hide the knife in their hand as they allowed me to pass into the cage. “I meant it when I said I wanted us to train our new pet together. This is a new start for all of us, and there’s no one I trust more to handle this. Do you want to greet them?”
Silence but the sound of my footsteps took control of the room. As I walked into the cage, listening carefully for the sound of hinges closing behind me, Whumpee deepened their kneeling position until their head touched the floor, tilted slightly where their neck was exposed. A thin scar barely touching their neck and leading down their collarbones stole my breath away.
The scar was the sister to the one on my own shoulder. A three-year-old scar that reminded me every day of when I finally had enough. Father had been drunk. Mother was gone. Father threw his bottle at Whumpee, cutting them. I jumped between them. He didn’t like it. Whumpee simply stood there as he used the glass shards to carve deep into my shoulder. When he finished, Whumpee yelled at me for not stopping him before they got hurt. That it was my fault.
We argued. I left.
Now was my chance to make up for that. First, I had to buy myself time to prepare.
I didn’t have to make my voice cold as I spoke to Whumpee for the first time in three years. “Look at me.”
Whumpee didn’t move. My hand wrapped around the back of their neck, scruffing them like a cat as best I could while pressing my thumb into their matching scar. “I said, look at me.”
Their face stayed blank, but I could see hope build behind Whumpee’s eyes as they followed my order. They heard the truth in my words as I spoke, “You’re safe now, Whumpee. We’re going to take good care of you.” I would always take care of my sibling, and they knew it. It was just like before. Once I could take control, I would get them to safety, no matter the cost.
“Whumper,” I asked, “Those were medical supplies you were setting up, right? I hate to ask you to leave our new pet so soon, but I would appreciate it if I could have a moment alone with them. Would you help me get them on the table? I’ll be done by the time their wounds are bandaged.”
A grin broke out on Whumper’s face as they joined us in the cage. Whumpee tried to flinch away, but I kept my grip sturdy on their neck. I had to take control.
“You’re sure, Caretaker? This must be a lot for you at once. I don’t want you to overwhelm yourself. Some of their wounds are deep.” Whumper questioned as they helped me. They honestly seemed to be worried about my PTSD.
I pulled the neck of my shirt aside, showing Whumper the scar on my shoulder that now gave me courage. “I have plenty of experience caring for injuries. I need a moment to figure out what I want from our pet. I’m sure you have ideas, but I’m new to this. Some time to process would be great, and then we can start writing up a plan for the future.”
Whumpee whimpered as Whumper chained them to the medical table they had set up. A tear rolled down Whumper’s cheek as they looked down on my younger sibling. “You really are amazing, you know that Caretaker. To think, I was worried you would run from me.”
Blood smeared across my cheek as Whumper brushed my hair out of my face. They leaned in slowly and kissed my forehead. “I’ll be waiting for you upstairs. There are cameras in here. If you need anything, anything at all, just call. I’ll be here.” They walked away, closing and locking the door behind them.
Part 3
#whump#whump fic#whump scenario#whump writing#rescue#whump tropes#whump ideas#whumpee#caretaker#whumper#abused whumpee#past torture#pet whump#whump blog
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Dogs are our best friends in sickness and in health!
Learn just how dogs can contribute to our physical and emotional well-being.
Dogs, often hailed as humans’ best friends, have been the topic of many scientific studies looking into how they might boost our well-being. In this Spotlight, we’ll explain how your friendly pup can benefit your health across the board.
According to the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (ASPCA), an estimated 78 million dogs are owned as pets in the United States. It is unclear when dogs were first domesticated, but a study Trusted Source published last year claims that, at least in Europe, dogs were tamed 20,000–40,000 years ago. It is likely that humans and dogs have shared a special bond of friendship and mutual support ever since at least the Neolithic period — but why has this bond been so long-lasting?
Of course, these cousins of the wolves have historically been great at keeping us and our dwellings safe, guarding our houses, our cattle, and our various material goods. Throughout history, humans have also trained dogs to assist them with hunting, or they have bred numerous quirky-looking species for their cuteness or elegance.
However, dogs are also — and might have always been — truly valued companions, famed for their loyalty and seemingly constant willingness to put a smile on their owners’ faces.
In this Spotlight, we outline the research that shows how our dogs make us happier, more resilient when facing stress, and physically healthier, to name but a few ways in which these much-loved quadrupeds support our well-being.
How dogs keep you in good health.
Many studies have suggested that having dogs as pets is associated with better physical health, as reviews Trusted Source of the existing literature show. These findings persist. Just last year, Medical News Today reported on a study that showed that owning a dog reduces a person’s risk of premature death by up to a third. Also, researchers at the University of Harvard in Cambridge, MA, suggest that dog owners have a lower risk of heart disease. Why is that? It is difficult to establish a causal relationship between owning a dog and enjoying better health.
However, the benefits may appear thanks to a series of factors related to lifestyle adjustments that people tend to make after they decide to adopt a canine friend.
The most prominent such lifestyle factor is physical activity. There is no way around it: if you own a dog, you have to commit to twice daily walks — and sometimes even more.
According to a paper Trusted Source published in The Journal of Physical Activity and Health, dog owners are more likely to walk for leisure purposes than both non-pet owners and people who own pet cats.
The results were based on studying a cohort of 41,514 participants from California, some of whom owned dogs, some of whom owned cats, and some of whom did not have any pet
Moreover, several recent studies — including one from the University of Missouri in Columbia and another from Glasgow Caledonian University in the United Kingdom — found that adults aged 60 and over enjoy better health thanks to the “enforced” exercise they get by walking their dogs.
Dogs can strengthen our health not just as we grow older, but also much, much earlier than that: before we are even born. Research published last year suggests that children who were exposed to dogs while still in the womb — as their mothers spent time around dogs during pregnancy — had a lower risk of developing eczema in early childhood.
Also, children exposed to certain bacteria carried by dogs also experienced a reduction of asthma symptoms, the researchers noted.
‘Dogs make people feel good’
Perhaps the most intuitive benefit of sharing your life and home with a canine friend is that dogs give you “feel-good vibes” almost instantly.
Dogs are often used as therapy animals because they have a calming effect on people.
It is really difficult not to cheer up, even after a hard day’s work, when you are greeted with — often vocal — enthusiasm by a friendly dog.
This, researchers explain, is due to the effect of the “love hormone” oxytocin.
“During the last decades,” write the authors of a review that featured in Frontiers in Psychology, “animal assistance in therapy, education, and care has greatly increased.”
When we interact with dogs, our oxytocin levels shoot up. Since this is the hormone largely responsible for social bonding, this hormonal “love injection” boosts our psychological well-being.
Previous studies analyzed in the review have revealed that dog owners have more positive social interactions, and that the presence of canine friends makes people more trusting…and also more deserving of trust. Moreover, dogs appear to reduce symptoms of depression and render people more resilient to stress. That is why dogs are often used as therapy animals.
As researcher Brian Hare, of Duke University in Durham, NC, noted in an interview for The Washington Post:
“Dogs make people feel good, and their only job is to help people in stressful situations feel better.”
Researchers hypothesize that therapy dogs can improve the psychological well-being of children going through cancer therapy, as well as help individuals diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) deal with disruptive symptom Trusted Source or even prevent the onset of PTSD episodes.
What clinical research in dogs can teach us. Our canine companions could also give us clues and open new avenues of research when it comes to clinical research concerning our own health problems.
Dogs share many diseases with humans; by learning more about them, we can also learn more about ourselves. A study that MNT covered earlier this year reveals that dogs share certain metabolic conditions — such as obesity — with their human owners.
Thus, learning more about dogs’ gut microbiota and how they are affected by diet could help us understand how best to tackle our own eating habits.
Like humans, dogs can also develop some forms of cancer. Much like us, dogs can get brain tumors to similarly destructive effect, so learning which genes predispose our canine companions to gliomas may also be translated into cancer research for human patients.
Moreover, a contagious form of canine cancer could shed light into how forms of cancer found in humans have come to develop. Dogs can also experience certain features characteristic of dementia, such as impaired problem-solving abilities.
Dr. Rosalind Arden, of the London School of Economics and Political Science in the U.K., “are one of the few animals that reproduce many of the key features of dementia.”
Researchers explain that by understanding how cognitive tasks are affected in these quadrupeds, we may become better equipped to solve the riddle of dementia in the case of humans, too “Dogs,” notes
“[S]o,” she goes on to add, “understanding their cognitive abilities could be valuable in helping us to understand the causes of this disorder in humans and possibly test treatments for it.”
Dogs are not just incredibly loveable and often very funny friends whose antics fuel the Internet’s store of memes continuously; their company also keeps us in good physical shape. Also, their health problems — sadly but endearingly — often mirror our own.
Most of all, however, we welcome them into our lives — and have done so since time immemorial — because they instantly bring us the sort of joy and calm that we would otherwise have to work hard to obtain.
Author Dean Koontz summarized this perfectly in his memoir of his own much-loved dog:
“One of the greatest gifts we receive from dogs is the tenderness they evoke in us."
By their delight in being with us, the reliable sunniness of their disposition, the joy they bring to playtime, the curiosity with which they embrace each new experience, dogs can melt cynicism, and sweeten the bitter heart..
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The JumpStart Blog once posted these images showing the process of creating box art for a game, in this case for JumpStart Pet Rescue for the Wii. The final version of the box art is displayed in the lower right.
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✋ for my baby boy henley <333333
From this ask game!
To anyone who sent in requests for this, I am still responding - sorry it's taking a while! ❤️❤️ They will be done!
✋ - A hand carding gently through their hair (this one got carried away ahah v sorry ❤️)
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Therapy had been a shitshow today.
Well… it never really went smoothly anyway. It was always a gruelling hour of intrusive and intense questions that Henley never quite had the words to answer with. Trying to guess what they wanted him to say, what they wanted to hear. Lacking the courage to admit all the things to the stranger sitting across from him, all the things he barely had the bravery to admit to himself.
Saying it out loud made it all so scarily real. Talking about it plunged him right back into that basement, the way it made him struggle to catch his breath like the collar was latched back around his throat, or maybe it was Ronan’s hands, squeezing the air from his lungs. Was it really that bad for him to just shove those memories deep down and pretend it really was just a nasty nightmare?
The knowing stares that make his cheeks flush ruby red with humiliation. And the sympathetic ones, too. They were the worst, people feeling sorry for him, a mournful glint in their eyes grieving for the time they didn’t lose.
It just all felt so invasive… vulnerable. He hated being vulnerable, that feeling was supposed to be something of the past. When he escaped, the vulnerability should have burnt with that wretched place.
But the therapist had asked the question. The same question she asked at the end of every single appointment. A check in for his state of mind, his progress and reintegration back into the world.
“What do you think the world expects of you?”
And every week, he failed. Time and time again. Letting down everyone around him who’s fighting so hard to build him back up to be himself again. It’s a miracle they haven’t written him off as a lost cause. They must be so exhausted, drained from their effort to help him all falling short.
Because everyone urges him to tell the truth, confess what he honestly believes is expected from him and what his purpose is. That he needs to be truthful in order for people to help him, to help himself.
So he answers, every week the same, what he wholeheartedly believes:
“To serve and obey.”
His mother promises him after every session that he’d done amazingly, that he was so strong and courageous, as he wails uncontrollably into her loving arms, apologising profusely for being a broken mess of a son. For not being good enough. Promising he’ll try to be better, he’ll say all the right things so she doesn’t give up on him, leave him high and dry.
Like Izaak tried to do. Give up on him when it gets too much.
Pulverising her heart every damn time. Her darling boy was finally back, but not entirely. He wasn't whole. So broken, his mind so warped and confused. He couldn’t quite fully comprehend that he was free, and it was all over.
Sometimes slipping back into the obedience that must have become second nature to him. Finding him on his knees, refusing to eat unless given permission -
Answering with "yes, sir" to his father had shook them all to the core.
She knows the true answer to the therapist's question of course. What the world expects from him. And she hopes one day Henley will realise it too, when he allows himself to heal.
Nothing. The world expects nothing of him.
Only his happiness and safety.
She lingers just outside his bedroom door, peeping through a crack in the door. It’s such an odd sight seeing him lying curled up in his blankets back in his own bed. So used to that room being cold and eerily empty, his bed perfectly made with no-one to toss and turn in it through the night and ruffle the sheets into a mess. After all these years, he’s finally back where he belongs.
But it's not how she pictured. Hugging the blankets, bunching the sheets close to his face as he silently weeps, drenching them. His shaking body under the covers with each sniffling cry. Only his mop of golden hair peeking out from underneath.
"Baby…?"
Henley's crying stops, the forest-green eyes surrounded with bloodshot veins of red flutter open, blinking away the tears and quickly wiping his nose. He tries to flash a warm smile, pretending that it's all okay.
It's not. And that in itself is okay.
"Baby, you were so brave today" she perches on the other side of his bed, leaning across on her hips to card her hands through the bed-head of hair. Humming contently, at the way it finally settles his sobs, he rolls around to face her.
"I'm so tired of being brave, mom" Henley's voice cracks, biting his lip to trap the cries again. Pressing his head further into the pillow and allowing his eyes to slip shut as his mother continues to stroke his hair, the gentle touch he missed all those years.
"I know you are, sweetie. I know."
She listens, that's what he needs right now. Henley's just so frustrated and exasperated with it all, she can tell him later how important it is and how much amazing progress he's making by opening up. But now is for him to be heard.
There's an awkward beat of silence, the wind gushing and rattling the windows outside to fill the quiet.
"I'm not getting any better. Am I…?" Henley breaks the silence, his voice more a strained whisper. Devastation painted across his face.
In the silence of the room, you could almost hear her heart break with his question - accompanied with a soft gasp. Hurriedly leaning over to press a soft kiss to his forehead and tucking the hair away behind his ears.
"Healing is a process. And you're taking all the right steps, ticking all the boxes. Fighting so hard for it, like I knew you could and would. You're my little soldier."
"But every week I fail the question. I can't stand saying it, confessing that and knowing it destroys you to hear those words come from me."
Henley shuffles up the bed, his back pressed against the headboard as he pulls his knees close to his chest and rests his arms on top. Staring at them, unable to make eye contact. His mother's hand follows up, still continuing to run her fingers through his hair.
"I don't understand why I can't just lie. Say what she wants me to say. Get the wheels in motion to get discharged and have this all over and done with so I can move on with my life."
"I know it's hard. But you don't fail, you never fail. There's no right or wrong - just how you feel and what you believe," she tilts his head up with her finger under his chin when he tries to duck back under the covers with humiliation, "And those men may have messed with what you believe… and how you feel. Being honest with yourself is how you move on from that. Letting people in to help you."
The tears well up again now, turning to face her and met with a gaze of pure love and pride. He still half expected to be met with sinister and bloodthirsty ones even after all this time back home. How can he believe that he's not broken and doing so well if he still anticipates harm and fears those around him subconsciously?
"You're not alone in this, Henley. We fight through this together. I'm right here, baby."
"I hurt you with what I say. And that's not fair."
She pulls him into a crushing hug, the tension in his muscles seeps away and he melts into her hold. Throwing his arms around her to reciprocate.
"Never. You could never hurt me. I love you, you're my inspiration."
Henley squeezes on tighter. The walls are slowly knocked down. Slowly coming to the realisation that if anything? It hurts them to be left in the dark and not know what's running around in that hectic mind of his. They want nothing more than to help and bring their Henley back home, the one that's still stuck there, still kept as a pet.
It's time to let people in, to let them help. To shove the embarrassment down and let the vulnerability out. No one will take advantage of it anymore.
She pulls away from the hug, thumbing away the tears streaking down his cheeks. Stroking his hair one final time.
"Will you join us for dinner?"
Henley hesitates, thinking for a moment. He couldn't bring himself to sit with them for dinner yet, at a table like a person, eating a full meal that makes his stomach twist and turn with pre-empted nausea. He quietly questions, "...what is it?"
"I made my lasagna. I've plated you some up. I'd really love for you to come eat with us tonight."
She takes hold of his hand in hers and gives it a reassuring squeeze. And when he nods with a genuine smile, a look of excitement at the thought of the hot, delicious food he has been craving, she helps him up from the bed to lead him downstairs to sit with the family for dinner for the first time since he came home.
#answered asks#comfort my OC#Henley Allen OC#currently unnamed mother OC ahhh#recovery whump#rescue whump#therapy#a taste of your own medicine#pet whump#collared whumpee#whump#whump writing#whump community#whumpblr#whump blog#whumpee#whumper#captivity
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The OTHER reason why I don't draw as much...
His name is Barry, possibly named after Barry White, and we rescued him from a petting farm. So if he looks like he's missing feathers, that's why. (Poor guy plucked himself because of the conditions he was kept in.) I can't draw with him around because, like any bird, your stuff is his property, and he is free to chew on it as much as he wants.
But we still love him. And he loves us.
#not art#cockatoo#Barry the Cockatoo#rescue bird#birb#he DOES have some forms of emotional and mental scars from his previous owner#but cockatoos definitely DO NOT make the greatest pets or first pets#THANKFULLY the shitty petting farm was closed down because someone complained about the VERY OBVIOUS poor treatment of the other animals#a sheep showed obvious signs of a nasal/sinus infection#I MIGHT share the full story later. In a separate post but this is an art blog so also probably won't#please do your research before picking out an animal to keep as a pet and be prepared for the commitment#also adopt. don't shop
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((Been the wildest couple of weeks. The animals I mentioned in the last ooc post have all either found forever homes or been taken in by a rescue.))
#(ooc)#There's a load more I could get into but I'll save it for a dif time and keep it brief. Prob on my other blog @Sol-mutaku#I was in charge of caring for all the indoor stuff and that was some two snakes a tort 2birds 26 lizards of various ages#and type. ect yeahhh. Also ahh saved some plants they almost threw out. They're recovering and one even threw out a rad bloom this week!#not my first rodeo. But there were a lot of factors involved. Everything needed food and water ect#I immediately fell in love with the critters nobody wanted to mess with - the has “bites” written twice on the tank kind.#I was questioned multiple times if I really wanted to “open the cages” to care for them and I was like YES that's why I'm here.#Long story short they are my bbys now.#most of my pets at this point are rescues from over the years. my cat is my fav buddy. Left behind for being too “mean” and old.#she's the sweetest and about 18. just insecure and has ptsd. she's really smart too#love animals.#Also been helping the animal health specialist care for a sick calf that almost didn't make it [they rescued] A lot is going into it.#About got stuck on foot in the dark up a hill tonight without a working flashlight. woohoo
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Y’all meet Polly☺️~
Polly is an 8yo Maltese who was rescued by a local organization after her owner passed away. Despite being both purebred AND an absolute sweetheart, Polly had no applications (likely because of her age). She’s house trained, spayed, good with other animals, and all of her medical care has been paid for by the rescue. To top it all off, her adopt fee was less than a third of the cost of purchasing a puppy from a breeder!
Rescues are overwhelmed this time of the year, as puppies are born and begin to flood every local shelter. However, that means that more often than not older dogs like Polly get overlooked despite being EXCELLENT dogs, especially for those of us not wanting to deal with raising/training a puppy.
Luckily, Polly and her good manners are exactly what I was looking for, so she will be spending her retirement with me and my pack out in the country😊
If you’re to looking to adopt any time soon, please don’t forget all the lovely, well behaved seniors like Polly out there!💕
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Wonderful Wednesday: Spring Today and Yesterday
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40 things for Friday #110 (Five months, the cat distribution system, and my personal version of needlepoint.)
Nothing screams Friday like a little melodrama. #40Things #FridayBlogging #weekend #humor #cats #CatDistributionSystem #RFTM
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After the wildfires, Maui Humane Society continues massive effort to rescue pets, reunite them with families
Ever since the tragic wildfires erupted in Maui in early August, a large-scale effort has been underway to assist pet-owning families with locating their beloved animals and reuniting those animals with their families, bringing perhaps some comfort at a very tough time for many people.
The Maui Humane Society, on Aug. 9, launched the “Maui Fires Pets Help Group,” a mutual-aid Facebook group, the…
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#massive#after#blog#continues#effort#families#humane#maui#pets#rescue#reunite#society#the#them#wildfires#with
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Do Not Pet
“Don’t expect the world to cater to your mood. Conversation isn’t delivery you can order all of the time.”
Wednesday’s Dog Blog
This is Peanut Butter Brickle. I know this may shock you. But some days I feel like not talking to anyone. Some days I just want to be by myself. Some days I don’t even know if I want to even hang out with myself.
So when we were walking around the campground and I saw a sign that said “do not pet”, I totally got it. I would like to have that sign sometimes too.
But I overheard some people…
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#2 traveling dogs#adopt don&039;t shop#adventure#adventure of a lifetime#animal rescue#beach#beach with dogs#blog#blogger#campground#camping#camping with dogs#changes#digby#digby pancake#do not pet#dog blog#dog friendly#dog parent#dogs#dogs are family#dogs that hike#family#florida#florida place#friends#happiness#hiking#hiking with dogs#hillsborough river state park
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Pumbaa! 🐶
It’s sorta an appropriate name for a dog that was something like 25 pounds over weight when we got him, yeah? He’s slimmed down a little since then, but we still love the name.
(He also kinda snorts and snuffles like a pig sometimes, haha)
What kinds of names do you all have for your pets? Anything particularly clever or funny? 😄
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