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Hi!!! "What's going on?" Percabeth please?
hereâs a dumb something lol I canât look at it anymoreÂ
The bar is crowded with a couple hundred Manhattanites drowning their sorrows at the end of another grueling work week, and among them is Percy Jackson. He sits at a corner table with coworkers he barely tolerates nodding and smiling politely as Matt Sloan regails them with tales from his boarding school days.
I need this job, Percy reminds himself. I need this job. I need this job. I need this job. I need--
âEarth to Jackson,â Matt says, snapping his fingers in front of Percyâs face. âI asked if you ever went to any boarding schools.â
âMeriweather Prep for a year,â Percy says as he takes a sip of his beer.
âNo shit! I went there for a couple years.â
Percy forces a smile. âNo way, thatâs crazy.â
Matt goes on to tell the group about how great the parties at that school were, while Percy thinks of every time Matt shoved him into lockers when he walked by him in the hallways.
God, I hate this kid, Percy thinks as his knee bounces. He frowns as he notices his beer is all gone and gets up to head to the bar.
âYou getting a refill?â Matt asks.
Percy freezes, cursing himself for not surveying the table before getting up. âUh.. yeah.â
âGreat,â Matt says, clapping a hand on Percyâs shoulder. âIâll go with you.â
It takes all of Percyâs effort to not roll his eyes in front of his other coworkers, instead just nodding as Matt leads the way.
Percy drums his fingers on the bartop and tries to focus on catching a bartenderâs eye.
âI remember you, you know,â Matt says, leaning in close to Percy to shout over the cacophony of music and conversation. âI just didnât wanna embarrass you since, you know, you werenât the most popular guy in school.â
Percy takes a deep breath, keeping his eyes on the bottles behind the bar. âYouâre too kind.â
ââCourse, man.â
It takes a few more minutes to get the bartenderâs attention, during which Matt lists off all the girls from Meriweather that he slept with while Percy reminds himself that he canât punch the VPâs nephew and keep his medical insurance.
âWell, hello,â Matt says, standing up straight as he grabs his drink from the bar. He nudges Percyâs arm. âJackson, twelve oâclock.â
Percy turns to his left and at the end of the bar, through the moving crowd of people, he sees a tall blonde wearing a black silky tank top and dark jeans that hug her figure perfectly with her hair pulled back into a ponytail, from which a cascade of curls fall. She seems to be scanning the crowd for someone and Percy smiles as he thinks of kissing her.
âWish me luck,â Matt says, pushing past Percy.
âDonât you think sheâs out of your league?â Percy calls after him.
Matt turns around momentarily. âIâm Matt fucking Sloan.â
Percy rolls his eyes and turns to settle the tab, because of course Matt didnât pay. As he signs the receipt and picks up his beer, he prays that he hasnât missed the show.
As Percy walks up, Mattâs face is right up against the blondeâs ear as she grimaces.
âOh, thank god,â she says when she notices Percy.
Percy smiles wide as she pulls away from Matt and greets him with a hug, and his hand settles on her lower back.
âHey, baby,â he says. âNeed a drink?â
She happily grabs his beer and takes a sip. âI tried calling you.â
âI left my phone back at the table, sorry,â Percy says.
âWhatâs going on?â Matt asks, pointing between Percy and the blonde, whose arm is now draped casually across Percyâs shoulders.
âRight, where are my manners,â Percy says. âMatt, this is my girlfriend Annabeth. Annabeth, this is my coworker Matt.â
âYouâre his girlfriend?â Matt asks, not even trying to hide his shock.
âTwo years and counting,â she answers. âSo while I appreciate your offer to rock my world tonight, Iâm gonna have to pass. For just⌠so many reasons.â
Percy is on cloud nine the rest of the night as Annabeth spends it all over him, kissing him at every chance and never taking her hands off him longer than necessary. His head spins as he soaks up all the affection, and the looks of envy that Matt shoots his way from the other side of the table donât hurt either.
A couple hours later they bid his coworkers farewell and Percy exchanges a tension-filled handshake with Matt before leading Annabeth out to the street.
âYou undersold how much of a tool that guy is,â Annabeth says as they exit the bar.
âReally?â Percy asks. âI feel like I talk a lot of shit about him.â
âSo,â she says teasingly, wrapping both arms around his neck. âWhat are we gonna do now?â
Percy slides his hands into the back pockets of her jeans, pulling her closer. âFirst, weâre gonna go home.â
âYeah,â she says, smiling as he squeezes her ass.
He leans in until his lips are against hers. âAnd then Iâm gonna rock your world.â
Annabeth throws her head back as she cackles and Percy places a kiss to the side of her neck, thanking the stars for sending him this impossibly perfect partner-in-crime.
Canât you believe it had been 10 years since The Last Olympian came out?
Here is a painting of one of my favorite scenes from the books.
I have another one coming up but it gonna take some time, since I have a job.
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Happy 10th anniversary Percy Jackson and the Last Olympian
congrats on 800 babe!! pjo + percabethđ
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I just thought about that one meme thatâs like âitâs about the yearningâ and out came this 𼴠I hope you like it! no gods au but this could also take place in between botl and tloÂ
âItâs about the yearning.â
âAnnabeth. Itâs been three seasons.â
âOkay, and?â
âItâs so obvious! To everyone! Theyâre beating a dead horse at this point,â Percy complained.
âNo, they still have so much development to go through,â Annabeth implored.
âWhat they need to develop is their relationship. When does this show even end?â asked Percy.
There was an awkward pause. Percy picked up on it and whipped his head to look at his friend.
âIs this the last season?!â
Percy wearing Annabethâs scrunchies on his wrist and her being soft about it because sure Annabeth takes his hoodies but like he wants to show everyone heâs hers
(1)
The first time it happens, itâs an accident.
Itâs utilitarian really. Sheâs got her hands full of the two boxes sheâs bringing in and itâs just sliding down her hair, about to fall to the floor.
âOh shit, Percy!â she calls from the doorway. âMy scrunchie is falling down, could you take it?â
So, being the amazing boyfriend he is, he jumps up from his place on the couch and catches it before it falls completely. He slips it onto his wrist without really thinking about it as he takes the boxes from her.
âWhatâs in here?â he asks, walking them to the living room and plopping them on the floor.
Annabeth shrugs her shoulders. âI donât know, didnât you order them?â
He stares at the Amazon logo on the side. Yeah, he probably did order them.
Sending a sheepish smile her way, he rubs his neck. âI donât remember what I ordered.â
She sighs and he schools his face into the sweetest expression he can muster. âI promise itâs good though.â
Annabeth rolls her eyes, but the corners of her mouth are twitching upward, and he takes the opportunity to sweep forward and pull her in his arms.
âI love you,â he tells her.
âBecause I put up with your online shopping habits?â
Her smile betrays her dry voice and he shakes his head. âNo, because youâre hot.â
And with that he runs away with a yelp, just barely missing her swatting hand with a grin on his face, forgetting all about the blue scrunchie on his wrist.
-.-
(2)
After that, it becomes a bit of a habit.
He may randomly order things online and forget about them, but Annabeth is notorious for leaving her scrunchies around. They end up on the couch, the counter, and more often than not, at the edge of her hair, about to fall off.
So whenever he finds one lying on the couch, or the table, or wherever else they end up, heâll put it on his wrist, ready to hand it to her when she inevitably complains.
Like now.
Sheâs sporting leggings, one of his old hoodies, and a frown on her face as she stares at her tablet. Percy takes a sip of his drink, watching her as she aggressively shoves her hair back.
Itâs a testament to how well he knows her that he offers the scrunchie on his wrist a second before she actually looks up and opens her mouth.
âHow did youââ
He cuts her off. âI just know you.â
Still staring at him, she wordlessly takes the scrunchie and pulls back her hair.
âYouâre amazing.â
Theyâve been together forever, but he relishes moments like these, where heâs surprised her.
He smiles back. âItâs been said.â
Shaking her head, she closes her tablet and crawls across the couch to sit on his lap.
âLet me say it some more.â
Ironically though, she doesnât say much after that because his lips are on hers and the scrunchie ends up on his wrist again not long after.
-.-
(3)
Itâs not till Leo points it out does he realize it means something.
âWhat?â
Heâs not sure he heard properly because that canât be right. Itâs just a habit he has now, not a statement.
âOh yeah,â Leo continues. âItâs like, now itâs clear that youâre unavailable.â
âWhat do you mean?â
Leo rolls his eyes. âDo I have to explain everything?â
Um, yeah, heâs got no clue whatâs going on.
The look on his face must say everything because Leo sighs and begins again in a slower pace as if heâs talking to a child.
(To be fair, he did ask for this.)
âWhy would a guy just have a scrunchie on his wrist if he doesnât have long hair himself? It has to be for someone else and itâs not a stretch to think itâs for a significant other, or a kid, in which case itâs also likely that he has a significant other.â
Well. He is a guy with a scrunchie on his wrist without long hair and a girlfriend. Maybe Leo is right.
âIâm always right,â Leo says as if sensing his thoughts.
âFirst off, thatâs creepy you knew I was thinking that. Secondly, I guess youâre rightâŚâ he trails off still thinking about it when Annabeth walks up to them.
Sheâs wearing another one of his hoodies and he gets distracted for a second because he will never get over how much he loves seeing her in his clothes.
She pulls her hair back behind her ear, and for a second Percy thinks sheâs going to ask him for the scrunchie when she looks down at his wrist.
But before he can offer it to her, she turns towards Leo, starting a conversation with him instead.
As they say their hellos, he wonders why she didnât ask for it when she had clearly noticed it on his wrist.
Shaking his head, he watches as Annabeth leans forward to give Leo a hug and catches a glimpse of his last name plastered on the back of the fabric.
Oh.
Um.
Right.
He thinks he gets why she left it on his wrist.
-.-
(BONUS)
Heâs in the chip aisle of the grocery store trying to figure out what chips he can get away with buying despite the fact that they arenât on the list Annabeth provided.
(Heâs leaning towards Hot Cheetos because she always has a soft spot for them)
But just as he goes for the bag, so does some other guy, and neither of them are paying attention because their arms bump into each other and Percy catches a glimpse of purple as they both pull away.
âSorry, man.â Percyâs the first to apologize.
The guy shakes his head, waving off the apology, and thereâs the hint of purple again. It takes Percy a second to realize the purple is a scrunchie on the manâs wrist.
âNo problem, I wasnât paying attention. Or rather, too close attention,â he replies.
The confusion must show on his face because the guy laughs and explains himself. âMy wife is pregnant and has very specific requests, I was too focused on making sure I got the right one.â
âAh, well you go first then.â He steps back from the Hot Cheetos with a smile on his face.
So maybe Leo was right after all. And maybe he makes a point to roll up his sleeve as he reaches for the next bag of hot Cheetos, just to display the blue scrunched up fabric on his wrist. Â
A/N: Thank you so much for this adorably sweet prompt, as soom as I saw it I was like this is too cute! Sorry it took so long to get out and I really hope you liked it and it's what you were looking for! Thanks again!

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when percy was studying for his exams // annabeth is usually the âteacherâ but she can also be the distraction
Inspired by this amazing drawing by @windbyfire. Duda, I told you if you ever draw that pose I would write something to go along with it, here is my end of the deal, hope you like it!
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Annabeth huffed and closed her laptop in frustration, she had spent the last six hours sitting on the couch of their apartment trying to complete a stupid essay while also having the looming reminder that there were other few essays that she needed to complete soon. Her body was acting up with a mix of frustration, misery, and PMS, the perfect combination for her to hate her life at that moment.Â
âLeo you are gonna get us killed.âÂ
With her laptop closed the music had stopped playing on her earphones and she could hear Percy, who was sitting in front of the small desk she used when she needed to draw blueprints. He was wearing the gaming headset Rachel had gotten him for his twenty-one birthday, his earth and environmental science book was forgotten on the floor, the presentation he had been working on a while ago was nowhere to bee seen, instead, his laptop screen was showing the online game he had been playing with Leo, Frank, and Jason for a while now. Percy cursed before typing frantically.
Annabeth looked at her boyfriend while a feeling in her chest started to form, it took her a few seconds to identify it: need. She needed Percy to hold her and kiss her and feel him near her. She never thought of herself as a needy person but if she didnât feel Percyâs arms wrapped around her soon, she was going to start crying. But at the same time, she didnât want him to stop the game just for her, playing was his way to unwind from college work, she knew he had also had a rough week and a not so great swim meeting to. Almost all week she had woken up to find Percyâs side of the bed cold and finding him on their tiny dinner table working on essays while drinking coffee as if it was water. Lately, he had also been going to sleep almost at the same ungodly time as her, and contrary to what their friends thought, Percy was the one on their relationship with the decent sleep schedule.
She felt her chest start to hurt in longing for him, which was stupid because he was just a few steps away from her, but her PMS had never been rational and sometimes leaned into dramatics, especially when the emotion was Percy related.
She heard Percy agreeing to a five minutes break and an idea started to form on her mind, and when Percy left the headset on the desk and stretched on the chair she started her plan. She quickly broke the small distance between them and gently pulled his chair back, winning a little yelp from him. With the new free space between him and the desk, Annabeth was able to straddle him and sit on his lap. Percy looked at her with confusion but she only pulled him for a small gentle kiss, she could feel his arms wrap around her, and just with that small action, she felt a weight lift from her shoulders.
âAre you okay?â Percy asked her after she broke the kiss, there was a hint of concern on his voice.
âNow I am,â she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head against his shoulder. âIs it okay if I stay here while you play?â
Percy kissed her shoulder and before putting back his headset he said. âMore than okay, babe.â
my third and final piece for the Holding On Zine @pjozine
and thatâs how all movie nights end which results in back pain and a foul mood in the morning
still worth it tho
city of lights
i wrote a fic based on my post because this lives in my brain.
cross-posted on ao3
Annabeth can smell the slight citrus smell of Percyâs shampoo, his barely damp hair splayed on the pillow in front of her. She canât see him very well, but can hear him breathe softly. Annabeth wouldnât need to see him anyway, she knows exactly where he is. Percy sighs in his sleep, Annabethâs fingers lightly gliding through his hair. The strands of light that weave through the curtains illuminate a sliver of his shoulder, up into the nape of his neck. The sound of the city below is slightly quieter than during the daytime, now a white noise to lull them to sleep. Annabeth canât sleep. Rather, she wonât. This is the first time in days that Percy has fallen asleep before dawn, and she feels a pull in her stomach to watch him for a moment.Â
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âPregnant Annabeth dying monster attack thingieâ
Found this fic idea in my drafts. Wow, my younger self was a meanie.Â

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nothing new here, just another pjo headcanon:
did we ever see percy confiding in anyone about his mothers new relationship?? i thought not
okay what if percy and annabeth had a sleepover set after ttc -obviously as friends they are children ya nasties- cause sally would be worried about annabeth after the whole disappearing thing just like percy and would want to see her, especially before she goes to san francisco
and while annabeth is staying over, she and percy get to talking about paul, and percy is like âidk how i feel about it, i just hope he treats her like this and thatâ
and annabeth is like âyeah sally deserves that and thisâ
(*cough* the best *cough*)
and theyâre just sitting there and they both realize oh iâm talking about what i believe a romantic relationships should consist of with the person who i may or may not have romantic-ish feelings for and they quickly change the topic because thereâs no time to unpack all of that
Elastic
Hey everyone! This account has been extremely inactive for the longest time. Out of curiosity, I logged in today and found this fic in my drafts. So here, it is now, three years later :)
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Annabeth Chase was ready to find her soulmate. Ever since a month ago when her best friend, Piper Mclean had met Jason Grace, the boy she was destined to be with, Annabeth had realised that she missed her soulmate. It was a crazy feeling to miss someone you had never met. But she couldnât help it. She did miss him.
At least, she was pretty sure her soulmate was a âhimâ. She didnât really care either way but the snippets of images she sensed and her own gut told her that her soulmate was a guy.Â
And this bond between them, this stretch of what felt like an elastic rubber band that literally linked her heart to his was the reason why she was wandering around in the middle of the city this early in the morning.
She had woken up gasping as she suddenly felt their bond pull taut and instinctively knew he was closer to her than he had ever been. Making a spontaneous decision, she had gotten ready and ran out the door, wearing the most comfortable pair of sneakers she owned.
From then on began a game of tag. Annabeth blindly followed the pull of the bond, weaving in between the early morning traffic and meandering through empty alleys, growing more and more excited each time the bond stretched a little more, showing her that she was getting closer to him. She groaned a little, frowning as she stopped at a junction, wishing she had a built-in GPS system to find him instead. After a few moments of consideration, the bond deigned to tug her to the left, letting her know the direction she should take.
She set off to the left. Her feet echoed rhythmically on the pavement and her mind wandered. It seemed like he was searching for her too. The elastic connecting them growing looser as the distance between them reduced, as they drew closer to one another.
She looked at her empty wrists, like she had every day since the morning the cord had glimmered into shape in her mind. Usually, the first words a couple would speak to each other when they met would be etched on their skin, right above where their pulse could be felt. She had wondered if maybe her partner couldnât speak but had decided against it the night she heard some indistinctive words spoken by a male voice echo in her dreams.
Their connection worked differently from others. It was almost as if something didnât want her growing too close to her soulmate before she actually met him. They couldnât communicate by writing messages on their skin and having it appear on the otherâs body like Piper and Jason could. They couldnât read each otherâs minds like Silena and Beckendorf could and they didnât even have the timer on their wrists ticking down to the day they would meet like Will did.
Instead she got random snippets of her soulmate, jumbled bits and pieces that flashed through her mind like a butterfly, gone as quickly as lightning, but imprinted in her memory just as strongly. A moodboard, an aesthetic of her soulmate that taunted and teased her curiosity.
When she thought about him, she swore she could faintly hear the sound of water. Sometimes, of water lapping gently across a pool, other times of waves crashing along rocks. Perhaps he was a swimmerâŚ..She had also grown to associate blue with him, yet always sensed a hue, green like the sea when she tried to reach down the bond.
This form of communication suited her. Going to the beach calmed her down now and ever since the bond, in a rare flash of helpfulness, had showed her a large âHi!â scrawled along a tanned arm in blue ink, (she suspected he was trying to see if the message would reach her like it did with Jason and Piper) she could never look at a blue marker without remembering him, remembering the future that waited for her with him, the promise that her future would be a stable and certain one, albeit a future with a very clumsy boy.
She found his clumsiness, which she felt the effects of, every time he stubbed his toe or walked into a door, both vexing and endearing. Of course she would have the bond that would let her feel her soulmateâs physical pain and of course her soulmate was one who somehow always seemed to bruise his knees. Sometimes it felt like the soulmate system was designed to infuriate her and only her. Annabeth was a girl who liked to know everything. No surprises. No sudden revelations. No curveballs. But, even though it could be annoying at times, she had grown to enjoy being in the dark . The fact that she could feel his pain reassured her that he was a real person who breathed and existed and fellâŚ.hard. And often. But still.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts and walked briskly onto the sidewalk. The roads were getting busier by the minute and the air was getting warmer. But the bond between them hung looser than ever, like a relaxed rubber band. She was closer to him than ever and she was not going home without finding him today.
She pushed away a few strands of her hair that had sneaked away from her ponytail, feeling anxiety spark up her fingers and ignored her craving for a coffee. Her stomach grumbled in protest and just as she had begun to battle with her hunger and aching legs, a dull thud reverberated down the side of her head. She stopped cold. A sharp pain followed it, driving her to the ground. Her knees barked at the impact, her body jerking as the pain struck her head in waves.
Annabeth buried her face in her hands, clenching her fists, letting her nails dig into her skin. A useless attempt at distracting herself from the searing, blinding agony that burned through her head, her heart.
It stopped just as suddenly as it had started. Annabeth breathed in deeply and raised her head. Some of the people passing by flashed her concerned looks but kept walking. There was a blur of commotion in front of her. A huddle of people surrounding something. An accident, perhaps. She hadnât noticed anything else but the pain.
Annabeth wiped the tears from her eyes and noticed a flash of red on her skin. Was she cryingâŚblood? No.
She looked down at her hands. There was no sting as the blood dripped down from a cut she couldnât see and onto the pavement stones.
She stared at it. She felt empty. Empty and alone. Her chest stung, as if a rubber band had snapped against it. And it hit her. A revelation that she would have given anything to not know.
In the stretch of space that extended between her heart to his, there was nothing. Only a dark void to fill in the gap left by an elastic band that used to connect their souls together.
She understood then, why they didnât have the first words they would say to each other inked on their skin.Â
Annabeth raised her head, still on the ground, staring without seeing at the group that had begun to dissolve as people moved away, clearing a path for a vehicle with a siren. An ambulance. Her thoughts snapped to attention. What had happened here? She hadnât heard or seen anything from the moment she had fallen.
Her eyebrows furrowed as her gaze latched on to the scene in front of her. There was someone sprawled on the ground, his hoodie splattered with blood, his dark hair, messy and rumpled, falling on his forehead. She caught a glimpse of his eyes, a vacant stare in a green that was achingly familiar. Voices pierced the white noise in her head - complaints of a speeding driver, sympathies for a strange boy who moments ago, had been rushing across the street, nervous and excited, and in a whisper, quieter than the rest, she heard the echoes of a future snatched away.Â
Close. So, close.Â
Be with someone youâre still in love with even after the most hardcore pillow fightsâ¤
Percy Jackson âThe Titanâs Curseâ

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Do you know how many dogs Iâve met that get scared or anxious around men because in their previous home men hit them? A lot, and they are very protective of the women who have adopted them now.
Men who are violent towards women are often violent towards animals as well. They think weâre all chattel. If a man wants you to choose between your dog or cat or him, dump the guy. Those animals will love you for the rest of your life, loyal and true.
Actually, I have something to add.
The other day I saw a story where a woman was asking why her dogs had suddenly started growling at her boyfriend whenever he was in the same room as her son.
And my immediate thought was âthat boyfriend has hurt the kid somehow.â
Spoilers: that was exactly the case.
Trust ur dogs when they say something is off.
The first time my sister came to visit, via plane, after I got my dog, pupper growled at her and wouldnât go near her for the first day. Next visit was by car (two day drive)and pupper LOVED my sister. They snuggled and played and none of us could figure out why the change. We thought maybe the scent of my sisters cat had lingered on her clothes, making that first visit a rough one. Whereas when she came by car, the scent had had time to wear off. Well that was partially trueâŚ
Fast forward about six months when I went north to visit my family. My sister walked into my parentsâ house and pupper ran to greet my sister. Stopped dead in her tracks and started growling and barking. Hackles raised, full protection mode. My sisters husband had just walked in behind her.
My precious puppy wanted NOTHING to do with him. She barked, growled, ran away, and sat between him and my sister. Y'all my dog had spent maybe a weekend a half around my sister but protected her like this was her flesh and blood.
Eventually, my sister filed for divorce on grounds of âExtreme and repeated mental, emotional, and sexual abuse.â Divorce was final in less than a month because her claims were substantiated.
Trust the dog, honey. They KNOW.
Iâve never owned dogs, but I used to work with horses (which are a lot like big dogs).
There was this one horse I worked with named Tonto. He was a doll. He followed me like a puppy, snuck treats out of my pocket, he was the sweetest thing. We were practically inseparable.
A guy I was considering dating came to visit me one day, and Tonto wanted NOTHING to do with him. Normally well behaved, he shoved himself between us and would NOT let this guy near me. He was stomping, acting really aggressive, and tried to bite the guy. This horse was practically dragging me back toward the barn. At that moment, despite being like, 17, I knew something was up, and ultimately things didnât pan out for guy and me.
A year later I found out he had lied about his age (he said he was 18 but he was actually 27) he was arrested for sexually assaulting an 11 year old girl.
TRUST THE ANIMALS.
My dog loves people a lot. She crosses roads to get to people on the other side and she absolutely loves being held and cuddled.
One day, a new neighbour came over to introduce himself and my dog was sniffing at his feet so he picked her up. She started shaking and whimpering and pawing for my dad to take her away from that man.
A couple months later, we found out he was verbally abusive to his wife and physically abusive to his own dog.
Trust your pets, people.
^^^^^^!!!!
1. Always allow a dog to smell you before you begin an interaction.
2. Never, ever hit a domesticated animal or another human being.
3. Domesticated dogs are socially intelligent and can read the facial expressions and body language of humans.Â
When we adopted her, my dog Addison was specifically terrified of men. It took the combined effort of myself and my dad as well as the example set by our older dog for her to learn to trust men. I never, ever hurt her, raise my voice, or move too quickly around her because even though itâs been over 10 years, she still flinches out of reflex.
Be kind to people and animals.Â