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theothersmurfette · 1 year

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I have a husky and a pitbull/husky mix. It's like having a pair of toddlers that can and will murder each other for a singular squeaky toy

#dogs #dog mom #high energy dogs

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doitwithdaisy · 2 years

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BarkBox Partners, What??

Waffles and I have been big fans of BarkBox for a long time, and I don’t even remember what life was like before her monthly subscription was dropped on our porch every month. Waffles immediately recognizes the sturdy and boldly designed box and can’t wait to tear into it to find her special toys. Waffles is more play-motivated than treat-motivated, and I like to make the treats she gets outside of meals myself. I asked to have our box customized to include toys only when we first signed up, and the Bark team was happy to do this… Apparently it’s a popular option! With the addition of the Secret Monster Club, Waffles and I have been in 7th heaven, just with our classic box! The durability of these toys is beyond anything else I’ve bought, and the Secret Monster Club sends us a special toy with a ever-lasting rubber chew toy inside. They are always different shapes, styles and scents, and have quickly become our favorite toys. We always have at least 3 of our 5 toys left in great condition by the time our next box arrives because I was able to teach Waffles different playstyles with each toy! Eventually, I will upgrade to the Super Chewer, but for now, the durability of the classic fabric in combination with the secret monsters that we look forward to every month is the perfect balance for Waffles and me.

#BarkBox #dog toys #dogtoys #playtime #dogs #labradoodle #high energy dogs #doitwithdaisy #do it with daisy #puppy playtime

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grimvagary · 1 year

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i'm losing my mind over this dog posted on the australian shepard subreddit. he's horrifying. he looks like he should have human hands. he looks like something that was created from a description by a medieval monk. "the body of a dog, the hair of a goat, the ears of a donkey and the eyes of a mole." he looks like a balding werewolf. i love him so much.

#he's in DAYTON #I COULD DRIVE TO DAYTON #i could meet this horrifying monstrosity in person #but my apartment doesn't allow dogs and also aussies are unbelievably high energy dogs #also the reason he looks like that is he has hypotrichosis #so he'll gradually lose vision as he gets older

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oneluckygoose · 1 month

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Ok, guys. A lot of people have their fan casts for a Rat Grinders spinoff series, but hear me out.

What if season whatever of Dimension 20 was with the intrepid heroes, but Brennan didn’t tell them what their characters were. They get into the dome, The background is the normal Fantasy High background. The DM screen is the normal Fantasy High DM screen. They all sit as if they would for their Fantasy High characters. Brennan does the introduction, everybody’s smiling everybody’s happy, then he starts with the first scene.

But Nobody has a character sheet nobody knows who they are. “Strange, how do you play if you don’t know who you are playing?” A sentiment throughout the six heroes. The scene moves on, and he does it through one of the players perspectives, and it becomes clearer and clearer, slowly, that that person is playing their Fancy High characters antithesis from the Rat Grinders. Brennan hands them a character sheet.

The scenes go on, each hero getting their own. The character sheets are handed out. Horror: screams are heard throughout the dome, yells and shouts for Brendan to do unspeakable things. All the players are befuddled. All the players are filled with wishes for revenge.

The Intrepid Heroes, beloved of the characters they play called The Bad Kids, now play what they hate the most.

They are the rat grinders.

#brennan lee mulligan #has big #sam reich #energy in this post #he’s being crafty #this would be so amazing though #imagine the energy in the room #insanity #fantasy high #dimension 20 #fantasy high junior year #the bad kids #the rat grinders #the intrepid heroes #d20 #idk if the intrepid heroes would be bias or not #all of them are commited to the bit #it would work for before JY or durring or after #whatever happens after Ig #ally beardsly would play the shit out of Lucy Frostblade #IMAGINE MURPH HAVING TO HATE RIZ AS COPPERHEAD KETTLEFUCK #OR WOILD SIOBHAN PLAY HER???#so many possibilities #i would die to watch that first episode #gonna be like when brennan was killing that dog in season 2 #hes all the villains #i think one of them would physically rise and attempt to throw hands over the table #if I keep going these tags are going to go to the 9th layer of hell #maybe they’ll see Bill

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nemainofthewater · 2 months

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Best character surnamed: Xing

Come and vote for the best characters with the same surname!*

What does best mean? It's up to you! Whether you love them, are intrigued by their characters, love to hate them, or they're your '2 second blorbos whose personality you made up wholesale', these are all reasons for you to vote for your favs!

*note, the surnames are not exactly the same in all the cases, as often there will be a different character. I am, however, grouping them all together otherwise things got more complicated.

Propaganda is very welcome! If I’ve forgotten anyone, let me know in the notes.

This is part of a larger series of ‘best character with X surname’ polls’. The overview with ongoing polls, winners, and future polls can be found here

*Black Lotus Flower Transmigrates into a Dog Blood Novel’s Male Supporting Role

#poll #legend of shen li #high energy QR code #criminal psychology #bloody romance #Black Lotus Flower Transmigrates into a Dog Blood Novel’s Male Supporting Role

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entomolog-t · 8 months

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INSTAЯ (2)

Prompt 2 Discovery for Promptober!! The speed at which I pumped this out is uncanny.

Dawn investigates - Honey ... does her own thing.

General warning, this chapter is still fairly horror oriented, and a few scenes can best be described as "Yucky." The content warnings are not extreme, but be wary of you're sensitive to any of the topics.

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 1

Next Chapter: Chapter 3

Word count: 1685

CW: Gore/Gross out (Blood/viscera, mild body horror, vomit) Mentions of firearms, Adult language.

The silence persisted, yet I sat still- back pressed firmly against the dresser. Time seemed to slip by me. I sat in wait, certain that if I moved an inch- if I made even the slightest sound- the creature would come crashing against the door. I stayed motionless, my every nerve firing with adrenaline. Anticipation weakened my grasp on time, minutes slipping by like sand through my fingers. Minutes turned to hours, and the night turned to dawn.

As the first rays of soft orange light drifted through the window, my room was cast in a paradoxically comforting glow- a subtle shift in atmosphere occurring. The morning sun breathed life into the world outside; Birds chirped- swooping and diving to catch insects in the early morning mist. It was calm- comforting even. A beautiful and serene atmosphere bent on putting me at ease- which was exactly what I feared.

Eyelids heavy, my head dipped for a split second, nearly lulled to sleep by the surrounding tranquility- only for me to jerk awake with a gasp- a jolt of fear snapping me back to consciousness. Despite the fear, despite knowing that thing could be right outside, I couldn’t help but nod off in the quiet serenity of the early morning after the toll of last night's events.

I shook my head. No. Stay awake.

It was quiet- it had been for hours now. I chewed at my thumb, nervously picking at the skin as I considered my options. I had to get out of here, and there was no way I was getting far without my keys. As if in protest, my mind conjures up memories of the creature catching the bat- crumpling it like tinfoil. Though… that thing had also crumpled… I thought back to its staggered steps, the way it had begun to fall apart right in front of me… The agonized wails…

The way it had seemed almost scared…

I tasted blood on my tongue as I chewed the skin of my thumb raw.

Was it dying? Maybe it’s already dead…

I clenched my teeth, tension growing as I considered what to do. It had been quiet- and I needed those keys. My heart pounded in my chest, anticipation pushing away the exhaustion.

As quietly as I could manage, I nudged the dresser back, teetering it side to side to walk it back quietly. I paused- met with nothing but silence. A part of me hated that. A cowardly part of me longed for the excuse of needing to stay put- clinging to temporary shelter at the cost of the long term.

Carefully, I eased the door open- praying that the hinges were good and oiled. Once again, I was met with silence. My hands shook, bracing for whatever sight would great me on the opposite side of the door. My heart thundered in my chest so aggressively I was worried it would summon the creature straight back to me and-

Honey shoved past me, pushing herself through the door and into the hall as if the events of last night had been wiped clean from her brain.

No. No. No.

“Honey!” I hissed, whisper yelling through gritted teeth “Get back here.” She turned her head to me briefly in acknowledgement, tongue lolling out to the side before completely disregarding me- instead choosing to sniff a trail down the hallway and out of sight into the living room.

That fearless fucking idiot.

After a moment's hesitation I follow after her, steps hasty but light as I power forward. Honey comes trotting back before I can make it down the hall, tail wagging as she carries something in her mouth.

What does she-

As she gets closer realization dawns on me- I watch in disgust as she shakes a thick chunk of the creature's shell back and forth as if it were one of her numerous toys. A thick liquid is flung to either side of her as she shakes it, and I can only hope that it's drool and not whatever vile ooze had been seeping from the creature.

Honey bows down in front of me, butt in there air and tail wagging so aggressively her whole body shakes as she gnaws on it. I suppress a gag.

“Fuck- ew. No. Honey. Drop it.”

Honey drops the thick chunk to the ground with a clatter and I flinch at the sound. Even still, the silence persists. I reach down and pick up the chunk. It's thick and heavy- though I don’t take the time to inspect it any further as I toss back into the bedroom, landing it softly onto the bed.

Honey chases after it. I press on forward. Somehow, despite all the fear and anticipation, I feel a growing sense of annoyance. An emotion that only grows in potency as I hear the clack of her claws against the hardwood as she follows after me, placing the slab of shed exoskeleton in my hand.

Oh, for Fuck’s sake.

I open the bathroom door and stick the shed armor on the counter- promptly shutting the door before Honey could retrieve her new found toy. Not in the least bit dissuaded, Honey trots off ahead again, much to my frustration. Though, the silence and the carefree demeanor of my fearless idiot seemed to ease some of the tension. Had it left?

Was it dead?

A crunching sound breaks through the silence, my heart lurching into my throat. My pace quickened.

Fuck. Was it still here?

I rounded the corner and was greeted with a grisly sight. A mixture of relief and unease filled me as the creature itself was nowhere to be seen- well… At least not all of it.

Honey rolled in a pile of gooey exoskeleton, disturbing the horrific stench of stale rot with her every move. Her warm yellow fur coated in a sickly ooze, a putrid combination of a pussy looking substance and the bloody viscera it had thrown up the night before. She joyfully wriggled on the floor, its shell crunching beneath her as she chewed at whatever was nearest to her mouth.

I threw up.

A small heave was all the warning I had before I doubled over, bile and the acidic remains of last night's dinner spilling past my lips- hot and wet. Through teary eyes, I glared at Honey. She stared back happily, moving to chew on a chunk of what seemed to be a part of its arm as if it were a bone. I gagged.

Fuck it. Let her occupy herself.

Shooting my dog one last disappointed glare, I passed through the livingroom and into the kitchen. The floor was littered with more chunks of the creature, yet nowhere near the volume of that of the livingroom. Blood and ooze was slick against the linoleum and I carefully watched my step as I tiptoed around the carnage.

I flinch at the clicking of Honey’s nails on the floor. She struts over, tail wagging as if this is the best day of her life, another gruesome chunk in her mouth- stringy bits of flesh hanging off the piece. I feel bile rise in my throat and forcefully swallow it back down.

“Get,” I hiss, shooing her away as I peek my head in the dining room.

Nothing.

Behind me I can hear as she tosses the chunk around, clamoring after it with a yip.

So much for staying quiet.

I surveyed the room. Not a single thing was out of place. I shiver- something felt off.

Just where the fuck was the rest of it?

A clatter in the livingroom nearly sends my heart skyrocketing out of my mouth, as Honey continues to play with the carnage. I shudder at the very idea of how I was supposed to clean up the aftermath of whatever had occurred last night.

No… not aftermath.

Something was still very off. Where could that thing have crawled off to…

I feel a chill creep up my spine. Scenes from various horror movies of monsters crawling on the ceiling forcing themselves into my head. Slowly, I look up, heart thundering in my ears-

Nothing.

I force a laugh. Guess it's not that much of a horror movie. Though even as I chuckle, the unease doesn’t subside- a voice at the back of my mind urging me to go get the gun from the garage.

As I go to slip out the side door I freeze. The handle doesn’t budge. Dread settles in my gut. I never lock the side door- why was it locked? Realization dawns on me- that persistent off feeling coming to a climax… Hastily, I double back through the kitchen toward the entryway. Honey joins me, her whole body wagging as she carries another chunk of the creature in her mouth.

My eyes fall on the door and my mouth goes dry.

The front door is closed- locked from the inside.

It was still here.

Another, much more unnerving thought followed. It had known to lock the doors.

I found myself biting my thumb- regretting the nervous habit after realizing I’d touched that thing’s oozing shed body parts. Where the fuck had it gone? Did it just evaporate under its shell? Some crash landed alien rapidly expiring under earth’s atmosphere? My spiraling thoughts are interrupted by Honey leaning up against me, oblivious to anything other than wanting to play with her new “toy.”

I exhale.

That fearless idiot. As I patted her flank I felt as logic eased away some of the tension. Honey would have alerted me if it was in the house, right? I was barely able to call her off that monstrosity last night.

I look down at her, her sweet puppy dog eyes staring back up at me as she wags her tail hopefully.

Fuck it.

I place my hand in front of her, signaling her to drop it.

Excited by the prospect of fetch, Honey eagerly acquiesces.

The moment the weight hits my hands, I immediately feel something is off- Movement. Whatever the fuck she had grabbed was moving.

I scream.

#Honey needs to go back to dog training #absolute menace #Just a high energy hunting dog that just wants to do her own thing #bramoc #honeyoc #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t prompts #g/t writing #DawnOc #Entowrites #INSTAЯ

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realreulbbrband · 1 month

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Munk gives up on making Rumpleteazer and Mungojerrie the main dogs in Pekes and Pollicles and picks the newest adults, Plato and Victoria, for the roles at the next ball, but a new problem occurs because of their relationship with each other. They’re too in love to hit each other or act snarly. Victoria tries for Munk's sake, but the moment she feels she hurt Plato's feelings, she breaks character immediately to hug him.

Plato, on the other hand, kept barking at Victoria’s cues, and whenever they’d bark at the same time and get all giggly, Munk offered a kind but impatient smile, otherwise a very reluctant eye roll as he tried to move the song along.

#Victoria #Plato #Platoria #my headcanons #I'm having too many thoughts about them-#Silly hc please don’t take this too seriously i'm aware i'm corny #Also if you saw the bad grammar version on discord i'm sorry😢 anyway I ramble now #But I truly believe this part of the performance wouldn’t have gone well no matter what kitten/young adult pairing Munk picked for it #Like Coricopat and Tantomile would be passable but they would give no energy cause they’d be too focused on remembering lines and cues #Pouncival and tumblebrutus would probably start wrestling eachother after throwing play punches and one claims the other hit too hard #Electra is one of those poor high school actresses who laughs whenever she’s delivering a line and cettie laughs whenever Electra does #And its just down hill pillow fighting with pretend dog paws from there #My conclusion in all this? I think Munk retires pekes & pollicles after the next ball

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