i know youve definitely posted them before but can i have a dog tour đ
Currently around:
Blue / Bluebear / Blue-ga Whale / Blueberry / Collie-Boy / Dumbass
Blindingly intelligent for maybe a few minutes a day- no control over what minutes. He's a very good boy, just weird. Likes to be with you at all times if he can. Likes to know what you're doing. Will abandon his dinner to follow you around, so you need to be in the room/within a few feet of him while he eats. He has (mild) collie collapse, so he can't run around that much, but he enjoys a good run with his ball. Does the collie crouch. Awful at fetch. Doesn't walk too good on the lead, but I very recently found a harness that helps massively and he walked beautifully on it. For him. He's fine with other dogs, but not a fan. He behaves best when he has his ball. Please take his paw. He must give you his paw. Take his paw.
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Bailey / Big Dog / BaileyBaileyBaileyBailey
My sweet girl. When I first got her, she'd try to sleep on a small cat mat that was barely big enough for her head. She'd freeze and stare at anything she didn't understand (shopping trolleys, balloons, kites, people walking in our direction, other dogs) and she still doesn't really know how to act like a dog around others but she's much more confident now. Likes to get cuddles from people. Loves to be cozy. Possibly the most food-orientated dog I've ever met, definitely the most food-orientated dog I've ever had. She'll steal Blue's food if she gets the chance. She'll steal cat food if she gets the chance. She'll get into the bins, she'll forage around the house for food. If she gets caught, she's told not to, but I admit I spoil her. She loves sand and whenever I get them to the further away beach, she does these adorable jolly puppy bounces when she gets onto the sand and it's the only time I ever see her do that. She's a newfie who doesn't know how to swim, but she'll go up to her belly. She walked perfectly on the lead since the day I got her, but her recall is still a bit wonky- selective hearing is this girl's specialty, sometimes she responds better to "baileybaileybaileybailey." She loves baths, and she loves the dryer. She's not very coordinated; doesn't know when to stop walking when she walks over to you so will literally just bowl into you, and she has to reverse before she actually sits down. When you crouch down to be level with her, she'll give you one massive paw, and then she'll want to give you the other massive paw so you can hold her entire weight because she wants to stand up. She's five, and she spends 90% of her days hibernating. Her dad was a Landseer, so she actually has an extra white spot on her back right toes. She looks really good in pastel colours for bandanas.
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Bear / Carebear
No longer with us and hasn't been for a long time now, but the queen of never growing out of puppy eyes and fur blowing in the wind. Loved water, loved swimming, loved the cats, loved the kittens, loved the rabbits, the hamsters, the guinea pigs, loved bluebear, loved the fish (and their pond). Very friendly, very protective. She couldn't walk for very long when she got older, but she had a stage when she was younger of jumping into the pond to cool down/dipping her paws in the water bowl or other standing water to cool down/actually would escape over to the school behind the garden until the back fences got sorted and jump into their nasty pond and come home on her own needing a bath. She picked up field mice a handful of times in the garden, completely unharmed aside from the fear and slobber. She'd play fetch with sticks when she could manage it- once had one specific large/thick stick that my dad would hide in a tree so he could grab it for her next time or would bring home and leave on the doorstep. I'd sit out on the decking with her and we'd share a packet of crisps. She was thirteen.
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Harley / Harleybarley / Harls / Pretty Girl / Bitch
Origin of scars on my arms. I love her with my whole heart. She loves Bailey, and she loved Bear. Based on where she goes/how she reacts to being asked, I can tell you exactly what she wants. Usually tuna or fresh water because she has to drink from the communal water bowl because having a bowl to herself is awful, but she doesn't believe this was only refilled a minute ago before she came into the room. Redo it, thank you. You brushed her tail accidentally while you were putting the freshened water down, so she storms off. She likes to sit up on your forearms like a garden statue, and please don't hold her any other way. If she wants to lay down in your arms, she will do so on her own terms. Likes chin scritches. She likes for you to give her one finger to sniff and then bunt on her own terms. Don't touch her stomach. Doesn't play with toys, but will play wildly with tiny rolled up balls of paper for a few minutes at a time. Don't tell anyone. Tuna, please. She doesn't like the other two. Wine aunt. She loves the catio, loves going on her harness in the garden. It's very, very rewarding when she purrs. So quietly that you need to feel her neck to tell. I love her.
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Chewy / Chew-Chew / Achewy / Chewy-Dewey / Big Man
Loudest purr ever. Very shy, and he takes a long time to warm up. Doesn't like strangers. Runs from the doorbell. Escape artist, which got him into actual trouble once, but we've found equilibrium since I got the cat-covers on the windows. He loves Blue, they grew up together. Really likes boxes. He had a comfort blanket as a kitten that he had to take everywhere around the house. Loves the catio, likes being on his harness in the garden. He has absolutely awful claws and pricks you bad when kneading but his go-to defense is unfortunately to bite, which makes it hard to groom him properly. I've been thinking about getting a cat bubble to try. Lays like a seal. He's a good boy.
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Owl / Stumpy / Stumps / Sweetheart / Baby / Little Man / HootHoot
Baby boy. Baby. Chewy's son. Sweetest boy in the whole world. Doesn't really know how to handle Chewy's OTT play style and I need to break them up. He loves Blue, he can play with Blue just fine. He shares his dad's wariness of strangers and the doorbell. Loves to be held, will use your arm like Pallas' cats use branches. If you crouch, he'll hop up onto your legs and lay down. He is constantly kneading, near-constantly purring. Much quieter purr than his dad. Gets super into it when it comes to hunting things. He plays fetch sometimes with the small jingly mice. He doesn't care for tuna and prefers treats or an extra few minutes of cuddles while the other two eat their fish. He likes the catio, likes going out in the garden on his harness. He's very good at recall/following you back downstairs or back inside or vice versa. His nickname is Stumpy because he's short. His name is Owl because when he was a kitten, his eyes looked super wide open and unfocused. When his siblings bumped into him playfighting, he'd just flop over and lay there. If they didn't bump into him, it's because he never really played. He'd sit down and just watch his siblings tussle. His meow is a squeak.
