#old dogs

[alltoounwellll]

after azkaban sirius notices the new scars. some fresher than others. winding themselves around remus’ body like jagged wire.

“show me your scars” he says one morning. their legs tangled together beneath linen sheets.

“why?” remus asks, shying away.

“because I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn’t there.”

#oops made myself cry #inspired by a poem I remember seeing one time #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders #marauders era #post azkaban sirius #azkaban #old dogs #lie low at lupin's #alltoounwellll writes (sometimes)

[basiatlu]

Baby’s first Wolfstar drawing ✨

Remus is so bi I don’t know what to tell you. I adore him and his little dad sweaters and his long limbs sprawled all over the place. I like drawing them happy because it hurts otherwise. Also no lie I adore Remus and Tonks together too ya know? Plus Teddy is such a treat of character potential I dunno! Just thoughts.

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #babygirl Sirius #the prisoner of azkaban #harry potter fanart #harry potter #harry potter art #old gay men #they’re only like 35 #I love them sorry I’m tender #art #drawing #sketch #artists on tumblr #doodle #digital art #characterdesign #old dogs #im learning new tags everyday #boshdraws

[cowboyjen68]

My old man Harley is getting ready to leave this life. We’re grateful the vet cleared him to be home with us. He’s chased his ball, laid in his pool and helped get the ducks out this morning. Treats for today will include Dog Beef, chicken nuggets, peanut butter and hotdogs.

#big dogs #black labrador #old dogs

[whereifindsanity]

Old dogs ❤️

#doglife #old dogs #gentle soul #dogs are family #b&w

[sommerregenjuniluft]

~Old Dogs <3

for @krethes, @plecotusauritus, @kaaaaaaarf

The year is 2013, it’s October and Remus is one cranky old man. (He’s 53.)

It’s icy cold in the mornings already, as it tends to be in the south-western English countryside and especially at this time of the year.

Their bed is toasty warm and loaded with feathery pillows to support Remus’ stiff and creaky body as good as possible but his husband is a restless little ball of ideas and insane genius and he’s also an insatiable little brat so that’s why-

“Moons,” whispered on a breathy little snicker, much too boyish for a man in his mid fifties and the mattress dips beneath his weight. Carefully straddling Remus where he’s laying on his stomach, face smushed into two pillows and fuzzy blanket pulled up to his chin and Sirius leaning down, eloping him with his body. There’s long curls tickling Remus’ nostril and he smells of outside air and the thick sherpa collar lumberjack he wears out in his tinkering shed. Which is really more of a good-sized barn, at this point.

He grunts, a vague grumbling noise and Sirius snickers again and then there’s warm lips on Remus’ stubbled, bony cheek which is much too lovely for the early hour and can only mean that his husband wants something.

Remus balls his fist more tightly in the soft material of the blanket.

Sirius, of course, quick as ever, notices and gives another rumbling laugh. Something that vibrates through his chest, past his ribs and seeps into Remus’ spine in an instant.

Warmth pooling in the middle of his chest that works better than any radiator or heating charm in the world. And that’s dangerous because Remus melts a bit then. Turns a little gooey and blurry around the edges. He doesn’t get butterflies anymore, in that cliché sense, after the amount of years, but he gets this.

This ball of everything warm and light in his chest that’s so strong it presses against the inside of his sternum and makes Remus feel close to bursting some days. With how bone deep happy he is.

And Sirius giggles, shakes the bed a bit, because he’s evil and he knows and also knows that he’s got Remus all wrapped around his finger like that, like he’s old chewing gum, stretched thin and no backbone and that it won’t take much more.

But his husband is also fucking lovely and the best man Remus knows and so Sirius kisses his cheek again.

Stubble catching on beard and it’s raspy and it makes Remus’ lips twitch into a smile, eyes still closed and then it’s a little sing-song of, “Mooo-nyy,” and teeth nipping at Remus ear lobe.

And Remus has learned over the last decade to indulge his dramatic side a bit, now that the present sorrows of his life consist of having forgotten milk at the store again and their radishes not taking fruit in their own garden behind the house, so he draws his eyebrows together and grumbles. Wiggles the slightest bit under Sirius’ comfortable weight as if attempting to throw him off, to make his husband leave him alone and to his slumbers.

Sirius laughs above him, sees right through him, of course, as Remus knew he would. His husband laughs and it’s boyish and childish and with the rasp of 54 year old because Sirius adores him, and Remus loves him.

And then Sirius sucks in a breath and stretches closer, humid breath puffing against the shell of Remus’ ear and it’s a soft melody of, “You, you-you are,” and Remus groans before his husband is even done.

Squints his eyes open and glares over his shoulder to come face to face with Sirius singing around a playfully tantalizing smile, expression coy and nearly ruined by how hard he’s trying not to laugh.

Rosy lips framed by dark, coarse hair and his silver eyes crinkling. Laugh lines, permanently etched into his skin and it’s the most handsome thing about Sirius in his fifties. Or maybe it’s the single white streak in his hair, and Remus doesn’t even want to start listing things because that’ll turn into a long morning.

Instead he presses his lips together and gives Sirius a look, who has now moved onto a little shoulder shimmy, jostling Remus and continuing to parrot the princess of pop, “You, you-you are,” sharp eyes flying wide open and fixing Remus, lopsided smirk and glinting canines, “Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer,” abruptly sitting back on his haunches and bursting out the air drums.

The single laugh tumbles out of Remus’ involuntarily but Sirius winks, pleased with himself and extracts himself to continue dancing around in their bedroom as Remus slowly sits up.

He wiggles his toes and cracks his back, stretches his arms to the ceiling and groans a bit. Still hears Sirius chirping the lyrics from where he’s disappeared into their en-suite bathroom, heavy shoes tipping and tapping away—he’s left his dirty boots on.

That alone is almost enough for Remus to spring up out of bed (read: stand up slowly but walk briskly) to snatch his husband up and show him what he thinks of Sirius trudging dirt into their bedroom.

But before Remus can even make the decision Sirius comes back into the room with Remus’ toothbrush in hand, a dollop of toothpaste on it.

Drapes himself against the doorframe dramatically, the back of one hand at his forehead, “You- you got me going,” throwing his hips out and pressing off the wall, stalking closer, “You- you’re oh so charming,” biting his lip for enunciation.

Remus rolls his eyes with a smile and then there’s a grip on his jaw, Sirius plopping down on the mattress next to him, seductive expression turning faux disapproving, “You- But I can’t do it.”

Shoving the toothbrush into Remus’ mouth and whirling up and away. Remus starts brushing dutifully, and Sirius turns around himself two times before taking a stance, fixing Remus with his stare again, and spitting venomously, “Womanizer.”

Sirius dances through the rest of the refrain and Remus watches unperturbed until he almost drops some of the toothpaste onto the sheets. Sucks the foam back up and tilts his neck back, going to stand up.

He pads over to the bathroom, Sirius hot on his trail.

Fingers slipped under Remus’ sleep shirt and squeezing reprimandingly, “You- you say I’m crazy.”

Remus bends down to spit some of the toothpaste into the sink, letting Sirius rove his calloused fingers up his scarred back. “You- I got your crazy,” snapping his teeth and digging his blunt nails into Remus’ shoulder blades and Remus smiles around the minty foam.

“You-” Sirius’ chin hooked over Remus’ shoulder, “You’re nothing but a,” growling into his ear, “Womanizer.”

“Daddy-O,” Remus turns, fast, and plants a big, foamy smooch on Sirius’ half open mouth.

They erupt into a bit of a tousle then, but eventually a few more minty but distinctly less foamy kisses are shared where Remus is leaning against the sink with Sirius standing between his legs, fingers playing with the little curls at Remus’ nape.

Sirius grins up at him when Remus hums the refrain again under his breath, Cheshire cat, pleased as a Kneazle, “Gets you every time.”

Remus rolls his eyes, knocks their skulls together, “It’s a classic.”

“It’s only been 5 years!”

“Mark my words though,” Remus raises and eyebrow and now it’s Sirius rolling his eyes.

He looks criminally gorgeous doing it so Remus kisses him again.

Pulls him closer around the waist and lets a hand slip down to grab at his ass. There’s no urgency behind it, just the desire to feel, to have him atomically under his palms and to hold him close.

A press of warm lips and then Sirius groans happily when Remus nudges at his seam with the tip of his tongue. It’s languid and slow and it has Remus’ chest close go bursting again when they separate with a wet little smacking noise.

Remus licks at the saliva on his lips and nudges their noses together, “So tell me why I was rudely awoken in the early hours of the day and with toothpaste instead of coffee no less.”

Sirius’ eyebrows fly up and his body goes back to rigid and energized, strung tight with creativity and Remus would mourn the way his pliant body had slotted against his own if he didn’t love the way Sirius’ face lights up to much. “Oh, I need some picture frames!”

“Mm,” Remus makes, levels him with another look, “And that wouldn’t have waited another hour or two?”

Sirius shakes his head, grinning, “No can do, Mister Moons.”

“Of course.”

And then Sirius leans close again, eyes lidded and something stirs in Remus gut the tiniest bit. And Sirius voice matches the look so Remus almost doesn’t catch what he says then.

But he does, because what comes out of his lovely husband’s mouth is equally as alluring as the promise of sex, “Y’know that antique shop that’s right next to the old lady’s stand that sells those hot chocolate rum mulled wine creations you’re so crazy about?”

Remus does know that one and he’s already halfway out the bathroom, boney fingers clasped with Sirius ones before he’s done speaking, a merry rumble of laughter spilling from his husband that’s the best kind of music to Remus’ ears as he gets tugged along.

#idk what came over me #i woke up and i thought of old wolfstar and then womanizer played in my head and now we are here #wolfstar #wolfstar drabble #wolfstar fluff #lune writes #old dogs #remus lupin #sirius black #old wolfstar

[dog-groomer-diaries]

Today I'm gonna drop some helpful tips about working on an older deaf dog. This might sound funny, but talk to them.

Talk to the deaf dog? Yep! Dogs feed off of your energy! If you're nervous, they're nervous. If you're talking to them and loving on them, they'll definitely know it and be happy campers.

Go slow.

But nobody has time for that.

Lol that's what you think. I did this deaf dog, an out of control puppy, a very large doodle, a chonky old chow mix, and a cat today in 8.5 hours. Schedule your day accordingly if you know you have a special needs animal coming in.

Seriously, slow and steady wins the race with these guys. I was told I would need to muzzle her for nails and front legs. But I didn't need to. First off, she's old, and thereby arthritic. Everything hurts. I went nice and slow to avoid hurting her and to build trust with her. Secondly, she's deaf. She can't hear my movements so she's probably not expecting me to touch certain areas. Again, build that trust. It saves time because they're not getting overly stressed and you're not worrying about getting bit.

Give them breaks. When it seems like a certain thing is starting to be too much for them, take a little break. Move onto something else and then come back to it. If that's the last part of the groom, then just give them a break and pet them and love them and praise them. I promise, doing all of this really pays off.

#dogs of tumblr #lhasapoo #lhasa apso #poodle #dog grooming #grooming #deaf dogs #old dogs

[thebookewyrme]

Please help if you can!

So, I never do this, and I was reluctant to post this here because it has my wallet name attached, but I’ve so far only gotten about halfway to what I need and I’m desperate.

So anyway, about 3 months ago my old GSD Bella (9) started acting lame on her left hind leg. We tried treating it medically but her condition just kept getting worse, and finally I decided to take the vet’s suggestion to do surgery, despite the fact that I absolutely don’t have that kind of money. With being newly separated from my husband, recovering financially from cancer last year, my ongoing health problems, and trying to move out of ex’s house into my own place, I’m pretty tapped out. But I couldn’t let my girl continue to suffer, so I made a GoFundMe.

So the surgery happened on Thursday, and it went pretty well. She came through it fine. Unfortunately, what the vets thought was wrong based on the x-rays (torn acl or torn meniscus) was not actually wrong. Her tendons were fine, so now the vets are baffled by the swelling, scarring, and lameness she was exhibiting, and I owe $2800 for a procedure that didn’t actually fix her lameness.

So now I’m asking for help here too, because I suspect there will be further expenses down the line to try to fix whatever is actually wrong with her knee. I know times are tough for everyone, but every little bit helps. If nothing else, give this post a share!

Thank you for any support you can give!

#personal #gofundme #crowdfunding #pets #dogs #old dogs #german shepherd #surgery #surgery fund #please reblog!

[jcorrachcomics]

Have just this part from this week's page cos i love it possibly too much, you can see the whole thing here: https://olddogs.thecomicseries.com/comics/14

#old dogs comic #old dogs webcomic #webcomic #old dogs #werewolf #stu #silas #myart

[3y3-see-you]

Literally the next Joan of Arc

#beagles #beagle #dog #dogs #old dogs #Joan of arc #France #tw france #jeanne d'arc

[mysandwichgiver]

Irene, Sister Golden Paws, is definitely a red stripe girlie (her back legs aren't working of late), but she's enjoying these lovely autumn days, on the front lawn, watching the world go by.

#my sweet babboo loves lying in the sunshine #old dogs #dogs #disability pride flag #disability pride #krownestcats

[ashintheairlikesnow]

For your edification... this is my very good old dog, dreaming

#HIS LITTLE TWITCHING PAWS #HIS TEENY WOOFS #'little' 'teeny' she says #about a 75 lb lab pit mix #i sent my partner this video at midnight #and he literally left what he was doing to come snuggle the dog with me #dog #we named the dog indiana #old dogs #dogblr

[missyfoundation]

We're a canada based dog rescue, currently taking care of over 20 old, disabled, "unadoptable" but adorable pups!

This one is Maggie, she can't walk properly but that won't stop her from enjoying some chicken and licking your nose!

#Dogs #Dog rescue #Old dogs #Animals

[basiatlu]

If you're still doing this: pose a2 for wolfstar?

I love your art so much, this would be lovely

Thank you so much for loving my art!! ✨

Some Wintery Wolfstar Fluff for Friday

#look see I can draw them in their 30s and happy! #dreams do come true #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #old dogs #the marauders #harry potter #art #drawing #sketch #doodle #boshdraws

[ode-on-a-grecian-butt]

I was upset when I read this. And my heart really went out for both of them. and then today!

link

#good news #old dogs #senior dogs #I like Westies #my first dog was a Westie

[whereifindsanity]

#dogs are the best #old dogs #b&w

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@hpsaffics feb 5 - flowers & chocolate - 1k words - cw: mentioned oral sex at the end

aka beautiful, happy, older wifeys <3

When Sirius opens the front door it’s to the smell and sounds of cooking. Garlic heavy in the air, curry and spice. Lentils, fresh rosemary, the radio chiming in the background and Remus’ voice humming along sweetly as she presumably shuffles around.

Sirius smiles to herself as she slips out of her loafers and makes her way farther into the cottage barefooted, the old hardwood floor warm under the soles of her aching feet. She should have gone to yoga with Remus on Sunday instead of taking a four hour hike with Harry and the dogs. She’s not in her late bloody twenties anymore as opposed to her godson. But alas, the things you do for love, right?

It’s pleasantly warm inside, air crispy with oxygen but mellow warm from the afternoon sunshine beaming in through their old windows. The plastic is crinkling in Sirius’ palms as she saunters down the hallway, the chocolate and flowers she picked up on the way back from work and Sirius smile widens in anticipation of presenting the gift to her wife.

She presses her lips together, deliberately keeping quiet so that she can peek around the doorframe first and take her love in as Remus thinks she’s still home by herself. Well, apart from Macy and Squash, of course, which Sirius already greeted outside when they spinted down the front yard to welcome her, tails wagging in elation.

Sirius is careful to lean around the edge slowly so as not to attract any attention by the sudden movement and immediately her heart does a little spin inside her ribcage. Feels a little fuller, possibly overflowing with adoration.

Remus has her hair pulled back into a low, lazy bun, a smaller strand at the front has slipped out and it gleaming golden grey in the sunlight streaming in from behind her. Her lips are pursed and her head is bobbing lightly to the music—fucking precious. Only clad in a form fitting black halter top, tied into a loop at the back of her neck and a pair of bulky linen shorts that could be mistaken for striped boxers at first glance but Sirius knows better. Knows they’re soft from wear and comfortable but still something nicer, something Remus would categorise as ‘chic’. Sirius looks again, closer, and notices the gleam of something bright red and lacy under the pants that make the corners of her grin tug into something sharper. Make her want to fall into giddy giggles and pull Remus into her and kiss her breathless. There’s no bra—Remus doesn’t do those and Sirius is all the happier for it, blessed with easy access for a lifetime—the nipples of Remus’ big breasts visible through the sheer cotton top and Sirius’ mouth waters as she gapes at the freckles trailing over the round skin and down her wife’s cleavage like some pervert. Well, she thinks she’s earned the right to ogle like that after 30 plus years though.

It doesn’t take much more incentive for Sirius to step out of her hiding spot, “Moony, sweets, aren’t you just the most gorgeous thing to ever grace this planet.”

Remus looks up from her cooking, eyes rolling and lips pulling into a smile despite herself. Sirius thinks it’s cute that she still tries to make Sirius believe she’s not swooning at her antics every single time without fail.

Her wife lays down the cooking spoon and meets her halfway unhurriedly, laugh lines wrinkling her eyes and then her hands come up to pull Sirius into a kiss by the cheeks. Her own hand snakes around to the small of Remus’ back, tugging her close and then there’s a happy hum. Lips not quite open but not closed either and it has a bit of a wet smack to it when they pull apart—it makes Sirius irrationally ecstatic and she beams at her wife toothily.

Remus snorts, bumping their noses, “What have you done now, Black?”

Sirius shakes her head in faux disappointment, “Lupin-Black, my love, you should remember by now! It’s nearly our 20 year anniversary.”

Remus pokes her in the side with a rigid index finger and Sirius squirms, snickering. Bony fingers drive through the short, black curls on Sirius’ head, blunt nails scratching over her skull and eliciting a shiver from Sirius that she feels als the way down into her toes.

She sighs and Remus kisses her again before she nods over Sirius’ shoulder, “What’cha got there, baby?”

“This?” Sirius purposely rustles the plastic, “Oh, just a little gift for the most wonderful, breathtaking, awestrucking, fascinating—”

“A-huh.”

“—spectacular, terrific—”

“Oh, wow.”

“ —kind, beautiful, incredible—

“Laying it on thick.”

“—smart, stunning—”

“Oh, we’re not done yet. Got it.”

Sirius sucks in a breath,  “—magnificent, mind-boggling woman in the world.”

Remus nods along in mock-indulgence but Sirius can see the blush crawling into the freckled apples of her cheeks. Makes her want to take a bite out of her.

Instead, she gives her one more quick peck and then extracts herself from her and steps back to hold out the Lindt pralines and colourful mix of tulips.

A precious smile pulls onto Remus’ rosy mouth, blinking at Sirius through her lashes and voice low when she mumbles, “Thank you so much, baby. I love them.”

She places the gift on the kitchen counter next to them and pulls Sirius into another kiss, thumbs caressing her cheeks. Sirius feels like she could do another 4 hour hike right now, high on endorphins and adrenaline.

When she pulls back Sirius feels a little hazy in the best way and the way only Remus can make her feel. Her wife cocks a brow at her, palms sliding down to settle against her waist, “You already saw the panties, didn’t you?”

Sirius blinks, lips stretching into another grin, “Yup.”

Remus scrunches her nose at her in a childish manner and Sirius laughs.

“So are we having dinner first or can I take the free time slot to eat you out?”

Remus bites onto her bottom lip, long lines in her cheeks from smiling, “It’s gotta simmer for about thirty.”

“Perfect,” Sirius winks and then tugs her in the direction of the living room for the sofa.

#wolfstar #lesbian wolfstar #OLD LESBIANS OLD WRINKLY BEUTIFUL LESBIANS #female sirius black #female remus lupin #old dogs #i had a vision about older fem remus in that halter top so it had to get out #hpsafficfeb24 #hp femslash #femslash february #femslash #genderbending #femslash feb 2024 #lune’s tiny fic #sapphic wolfstar