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callmekitto:

People are an oddity.

And it’s not the thumbs, or the baldness, or the business reports, it’s the way we see the way a man walks. In nature, the brightest man, the man with brilliant feathers or hue-shined scales, is prized above all else. It is the man with first attention of mates, that is alpha and above all others. It is even a show of strength, that such a man is adorned with vibrance is unafraid to stand out, strong enough to face his enemies: above the cut of camouflage and born with the brightness of courage. 

Yet humans don’t see this.

They don’t tell the courage-bright man he is above. They might not even call him a man at all. They’ll call him the wrong man, the different man, the strange man, the man they hide children from and protest in houses of faith. The resonance is a warning, not a call to praise.

Humans look the vibrant strength of man in the face and say that it’s disgusting: and, in doing so, once again prove to be a tragic peculiarity of nature.

Meet Fennec, Tabitha and Daisy. They’re based off bits and pieces of my own dogs, such as Phoebe, who is basically Daisy but stockier, and my dog Ringo who, like Tabitha, is an idiot.

Please tell me I’m not the only one that does that boop-your-nose-with-my-nose-and-make-dumb-faces game with my dogs

also lol I named three dogs before I named their owner

wat

Haven’t the foggiest idea what her name is. She works in a grocery store and has three dogs: an English bulldog, an American bulldog, and a French bulldog. Pattern, what pattern? 

They all were rescues. Rescues that required a great deal of internet searching and gas mileage, but rescues nonetheless.