#incarnate.

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Sweetness incarnate.

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Sweetness incarnate.

Image by This Year’s Love Most people I know would automatically pick the small dog to be the cutest. Fortunately for Israel, I think he is one of the most stunning creatures I’ve ever known. I took Simona out to socialize today and she did really well. She walked on a leash very well for being so young (she tried to chew on it a few times but she likes to follow me around so it’s pretty easy) and greeted other dogs big and small with licks and a wagging tail. She took corrections well, too, being "told off" by a few dogs. The other owners freaked out but I had to say "Hey, she deserved that for not respecting his space!" plus she wouldn’t leave them alone when I kept letting her know that’s what I wanted, so she got what she was asking for and is better off for it. What annoyed me the most is that whenever people would find out she was a pit bull mix the "oohs" and "aahs" would fade and they wouldn’t smile as big as they had when they first saw her. It was like saying she was a venomous snake. One woman had the gall to say that she was "already" snappy after I told her she was a pit mix, since she had asked. At the time Simona was playing with another terrier puppy so they were both being feisty but not at all aggressive or mean. I wanted to slap that ignorant bitch in the face. I am sick of hearing "She doesn’t look anything like a pit bull! She’s too cute for that!" Pardon moi, but I have two pits at home, thanks, and I think they’re some of the best looking dogs I’ve ever seen. There was a couple in the store with a blue brindle and white pit bull that looked like Israel but much smaller and they had a pit puppy too. Both were good dogs, though the older dog was a bit overexcited and reminded me of a combination of my two pits–friendly like Shifra but nervous like Israel. It was making the exact same noises that both of them do, too. Simona must’ve thought it was one of mine because she wanted to go up to it so badly and kept egging the poor thing on. I corrected her for staring it down and making it freak out. I don’t like to carry dogs–obviously I can’t carry my other three! and Simona is no exception. She had to experience the world from where she stands, tall or short, and people have to bend down to pet her. I only carried her after she was clearly exhausted from so many new experiences and was genuinely tired, not just being a brat. She loved having people and kids come over to pet her. But still, I feel like taking her out with Israel with me. Show people a thing or two.

I am just sick and tired of people making ignorant, asinine comments towards pit bulls and they’ve never even met or seen one in real life!

This is funny on so many levels.

Image by This Year’s Love Judah and Israel have a bad habit of fighting right outside of my bedroom door because I’m ignoring them/on the computer. And I don’t mean fighting like going-for-the-jugular, I mean wrestling and making snarly faces like this. Literally the "fight" just looks like one, it isn’t actually one. They snap at each other’s faces, then two seconds later they’re licking each other and practically making out. I’m just cackling over this shot because of Judah’s expression and Israel is going for the "kill". Note the tip of Judah’s tongue sticking out…she’s so cute, even snarling. In reality they adore each other, I swear!

Israel Conri Hamza Wenceslas

Image by This Year’s Love He was originally named Dozer. Five minutes after I got him his name was Israel and I have to remind myself that he had a different name. True to his breed, Israel loves people when he gets to know them and is so affectionate and obedient (and smart). He is very calm around other dogs and will avoid and ignore them even if they’re barking incessantly at him and lunging at him. But he will react if I move toward that dog.

Israel’s first picture.

He wishes he could go home and lay down, take a nap. But there's still work to be done and even an eight hour day at the station doesn't excuse him from night shift.

He's moving from block to block, picking up drops. There's not much to them (there never is, because a huge pile of cash would be pretty conspicuous), so when he starts, it's all easy to carry. He just sticks it in his backpack and goes. One after another, he continues until the bag is too full to stuff any more in. It's cumbersome, too heavy to carry for a prolonged amount of time. But he's taking it home and counting it, and then he's taking it to its final destination, the warehouse just outside of Ikebukuro.

He's been doing this for a long time now, and knows the ins and outs. This business is the easy shit, comparatively. Eventually, he knows he'll have to step it up if he wants to stay with Kyokuto - he'll have to start dealing or collecting - but for now, he's content. He hasn't had to kill anyone yet.

He could stop, if he really wanted. He could vanish, disappear from their radar. He knows exactly how he would do it. But he finds that it's easier to just stay. It's easier to remain like this, despite the great risk and the terrible reward.

What is one without the other?

He is not darkness. For the longest time, he had trouble believing that. Sometimes, he still has doubts. But he knows that he is not. For who could be dark that would give their life for a complete stranger? Who could be darkness that would sacrifice anything for someone they did not know? He supposes that's one of the things he's carried with him always; the inexplicable need to save others as he knows he cannot be saved.

But he is not light. He is not the pure being that he knows light to be. He has seen, has done, too many things. Too much has worn him down, dimmed his bright eyes. He would not be so selfless as to donate to the poor or call out others doing misdeeds. He does not feel the desire to go out of his way to do good. If he were to guess, that would be another thing that he's held on his shoulders; the general apathy towards life in general.

He is a dim gray on the spectrum of black to white - dark to light. He is neutral.