rockin-reaper:

ordinarytalk:

rockin-reaper:

huskychronicles:

rockin-reaper:

I dont know too much about Dalmatians or what they were bred for so the other day i was talking to the security guard on campus about em and decided to google why they’re so aggressive and hard to handle and apparently its because they were bread as coach dogs, which means that they were trained to run alongside a coach or carriage and fucking attack anything that wasn’t their carriage. Like they were bonded to the horses used to pull the coach and to their handlers and other than that they would just jump anyone who came near em. If you had coach dogs you actually had to have someone who rode ahead and warned anyone coming toward you that you had coach dogs so they could move out of the way and not get attacked. So thats a mystery solved for me.

That’s fuckin wild I had no idea

*me, a Regency-era noble, displaying my wealth and status by releasing a large pack of dalmatians onto the street* fuck it up, boys

I grew up with dalmatians and yeah, they can be territorial if they’re not socialized and holy shit do they have so much energy, but.

But.

The best interaction I ever saw was the time my dog Maggie first met a horse. She was running around outside and some guy was riding a horse down our street because fuck it, I have a horse, I do what I want.

Maggie screeched to a halt, staring at the horse. I began running over there because I wasn’t sure if she was going to start barking or trying to chase it or what, and then I saw her whole body language sort of shift, like hundreds of years of selective breeding were making themselves known for the first time.

Her tail began wagging, very slowly. I could see her think, “Big…friend?” She got closer and her tail began wagging faster. “Big Friend!!” She began absolutely dancing around this horse, I have never seen her so happy.

She ran next to the horse for as long as I would let her (the rider thought it was hilarious), and she was incredibly disappointed when her Big Friend had to go home.

And that’s the story of how I tried to convince my mom we needed a horse for my dog.

That’s the best story I’ve ever heard

LET MAGGIE HAVE A HORSE

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gayreinhardt:

casual intimacy kills me every time. grand gestures are cute and all but seeing two people who are just totally comfortable with having each other in their space, who dont think twice about leaning into each other and thoughtlessly holding each other while doing unrelated things….. thats love

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damianalghul:

her arms 😍

Link

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trynpronounceit:

pinkgliitter:

papi-chulo-bucky:

And my cousin, who’s like 12 is really sick and she’s been in bed for the past few days. She was able to come downstairs for some juice (cuz she’s dehydrated af lol I could see it) and she had on some sleeping shorts and a lil tank top. Which is normal for sleeping. And my other aunt’s opens the black hole that is her mouth and says “you need to put clothes on, my husband is here!” So I was like “why is your husband looking at a twelve year old like that in the first place? 🤔 is there something we need to be worried about?” Now my entire fam is fighting and it’s beautiful.

Originally posted by wildjay101

That last sentence is me

😂

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meganbagels:

youcanthandelthetruth:

Some old fella came up to me at work and asked a question only he didn’t quite figure out if he should call me “sir” or “ma’am” by the time he got to the end of his sentence and in a moment of apparent panic ended up saying “captain” instead. Absolutely made my day.

Ideal pronoun

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thismachineplaysme:

showerthoughtsofficial:

You can probably tell which family member is coming upstairs by their step pattern but wouldn’t be able to pick out your own

If my own footsteps were coming down the hall towards me I reckon I would have bigger problems on my hands…

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