tamorapierce:

markdoesstuff:

multitudes-inside:

natawhat:

cornerof5thandvermouth:

babygoatsandfriends:

Koalas having an argument.

if you have never heard a koala noise before, here is yr chance

they sound like fuzzy bike horns

I laughed so hard I literally started crying

i wasn’t ready

You know, the sitting-up one has a pretty good tenor horn.  A couple of years’ lessons and he might amount to something.  Or she.  Or whatever.  That’s still a horn with possibilities.

brttny32194:

but why do i say “i know” to my pets when they make noises. im lying to them. i don’t know anything.

I talk to animals. I had a cat and I talked to him all the time. But some people…

I have a friend who will call out to her dog basically any time he’s out of her sight and ask him what he’s up to, what he’s looking at, where he is, etc. I understand talking to animals. I do not understand apparently expecting them to talk back.

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vaspider:

scribbleowl:

vaspider:

poppypicklesticks:

anotherstarinthesky:

empresspinto:

nigga-chan:

People need to realize the significance of this post, because when I reblogged it it was just blank so I think some people may not understand what this is trying to say

Adopting an animal (or buying from someone close to you who has recently had puppies, kittens, etc) is not like simply going to the store and buying a toy. You do not just get to throw it away once you are done with it and it stops being cute in your eyes

This is a real living thing that has emotions, needs, and wants, not something to be thrown away when YOU are done after YOU entered at commitment to raise and care for this animal. 

What’s just as bad as dumping the animal off just anywhere you want, whether it be on the side of the road or in a shelter, is that a lot of these animals end up dying after that. Animals are NOT always adopted and strays are not always picked up. Animals can get put down, run over, tortured, and a list of other things 

People should really think about what they are responsible for before they bring an animal into their life

Not to mention that that animal loves you, you are his world, and when you drop him off at the shelter - or worse, in the street - you are abandoning him. He doesn’t know what he did wrong, he thinks you’ll come back, maybe you just dropped him off for a bit and you’ll come back to him.
Not only did you make a commitment, but that animal loves you and throwing them away isn’t just breaking that commitment, it’s throwing away someone who doesn’t understand why you don’t love him anymore and where you went.

This is so important. Animals are NOT toys you just can’t return them because you got bored. Think first before you buy a cute little puppy for your stupid girlfriend or sister or whatever. Okay. This just make me so mad that I can’t keep talking about it. Seriously you have no heart if you do this. Seriously

This shit pisses me off

How could you be so hateful to that poor puppy who loves you 

When we got Lex, he had been stray for some time. We found out not long after we got him that he has seizure syndrome/epilepsy. We’re pretty sure that he was dumped, and that this is why he was dumped. He was on his 11th hour when we rescued him — we spoke up and said we’d foster him literally within the last hour to two before he would have been put to sleep. It’s gruesome, people. (That’s really what it’s like for people who work in rescue — running up to the wire trying to find foster situations for dogs who are within hours of dying).

Not too long after he came from the shelter, and he decided he was not our foster but he would be staying with us forever, we had to take him to the vet. We put him in the back of the big old car that we had at the time, and the back seat was down. Poor Lex was sliding all over the place, trying to control his big old clumsy Lab/Airedale self.

We pulled over at the side of the road so that my spouse could put the back seat up and get Lex more comfortably situated… 

… and Lex crawled back into the back corner of the car, tucked his tail under his body, and started freaking out, shaking and crying. I’m convinced the only reason he didn’t piss himself in fear is because we’d just walked him before putting him in the car. 

That was when we knew for sure that someone had pulled over and thrown him out of a car.

After that first vet visit, when we brought him home at the end, Lex became more comfortable with the car, and now he trusts us to take him in the car and bring him home.

Dogs remember. Dogs know. Dogs have rich emotional lives of which their people are the center

Here are my two cents: so do cats. They aren’t as demonstrative, but people who think that cats don’t bond with their owners are uneducated at best. The first cat I adopted, Bunny, has the same sorts of attachment/abandonment issues that any dog in the same situation would have. He was dumped by a family in north Philly and lost his tail to gangrene while he was a stray. And he still cries for twenty minutes every night when I go upstairs to bed because he doesn’t like when I’m out of his sight. I’ve taken him across the country with me and he’s still afraid I’ll leave him behind.

Reblogging, as always, for commentary. My dad’s cat sits on his travel case when he is packing to go away on business, and when he moves the case off of the bed, she will burrow under the covers of their neatly-made bed.

I miss my cat, Asimov, who got sick and died when he was just 4, but I’m never sorry I adopted him. He had been at the humane society for 7 months when I got him, and he was 11 months old. Seven months. I was told he’d been “surrendered” by his previous owners, who moved to no-pet housing.

Asimov waited for me at the door whenever I came home, whether I’d been gone two hours or two days. His favorite place was as close to me as possible - if I sat on the couch, he was plastered against my thigh. If I sat on the old wing-back chair, he was on the arm or the back or (occasionally) underneath it.

I plan to adopt a couple of cats in a few years (I’m not in a position to right now) and kittens are cute and all, but I want adult cats, a year or two old at least.

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regexkind:

binghsien:

startrekrenegades:

What’s better than a waterslide? A tiny waterslide for ducklings! [x]

no.

nononononononono.

michaelblume, shitifindon

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