ducky dog

Ducky: You said you got me a cheesesteak.

Me: I did!


Me: I know you like cheesesteaks and we were in Philadelphia so I got you…



Ducky: A fake cheesesteak.

Me: With a squeaker!



Ducky: I like real cheesesteaks.

Me: I know you do. You know how I know you do?



Ducky: Because of that one time.


Ducky: When I ate your cheesesteak.

Me: Yup.

Ducky: Smelled good.

Me: Uh huh.

Ducky: And you did leave it on the floor.

Me: Coffee table.

Ducky: Which was connected to the floor, so really…

Me: Well, real cheesesteaks aren’t good for you, but I saw this in Philly and thought of you. And it has a squeaker!

Ducky: Maybe one day you’ll find a real cheesesteak with a squeaker.

Me: Dare to dream.

Ducky: I love you, Daddy.

Me: I love you, Ducky.

See over six years of Ducky posts at Well That’s Just Ducky and Well That’s Just Great!

Me: Like your new pillow, Ducky?

Ducky: It smells like you.

Me: It’s stuffed with my old shirts!



Ducky: I’m sitting on a garbage bag?

Me: No! It’s a bed that’s meant to be stuffed with an owner’s clothes.

Ducky: Owner of what now?

Me: Sorry. Meant to be stuffed with clothes of doggy daddies and mommies.

Ducky: Okay. Why?

Me: Doggies like the smells of their people.


Me: Isn’t that true?

Ducky: Depends on the day. Were these shirts worn on pizza days?

Me: They weren’t chosen for that reason but given my diet, odds are good.

Ducky: So you gave me a pillow filled with your shirts because you thought I would like it?

Me: Yup!

Ducky: Well that’s very nice then.

Me: Yay!

Ducky: Thank you.

Me: Don’t mention it.

Ducky: But what if you need these shirts?

Me: Oh I won’t. They’re all shirts that I needed to get rid of anyway so they just would have ended up…



Ducky: I’m sitting on a garbage bag.

Me: I love you, Ducky.

Ducky: I love you, Daddy.

See over six years of Ducky posts at Well That’s Just Ducky and Well That’s Just Great!

Me: Congratulations, Ducky! We made it through the hurricane!

Ducky: That was weird.

Me: Yeah.

Ducky: Windy. Rainy. And the mailman kept knocking on the window all night.

Me: That was our tree.

Ducky: Our tree is the mailman?

Me: No. The knocking sounds were our tree blowing up against the house because of the wind.

Ducky: Sounded like the mailman.

Me: They are similar sounding.

Ducky: I did not like the idea of a nocturnal mailman.

Me: I was more concerned with the possibility of the house collapsing on us.



Ducky: That’s worse than a nocturnal mailman.

Me: Agreed.

Ducky: But it’s close.

Me: I love you, Ducky.

Ducky: I love you, Daddy.

See over six years of Ducky posts at Well That’s Just Ducky and Well That’s Just Great!
Highlights from AJ LoCascio on Let's Voltron Podcast

Has a YouTube from when he was in High School where he practiced his voices.

Appreciates how talented and warm the fandom is.

Loves Lotor memes and fan art (especially Prince the Singer AU).

Almost exposed his role by tweeting “Yeunicorn” to Josh Keaton and Steven Yeun.

His favorite color is purple.

Has a dog named Ducky.

Auditioned for Keith, Lance, and Shiro as well.

His favorite character is Lance since he reminds him of when he was younger (although he likes all the characters for different reasons).

Confirms that Lotor has Questionable Morals.

Can’t confirm where Lotor was prior to Season 3.

Lotor doesn’t see eye to eye with Zarkon and Haggar, but has a lot to prove to them.

Can’t confirm the other half of Lotor’s race.

Lotor’s generals are comrades, but more is to come on them.

AJ would like to see Lotor meet Pidge or Hunk (not cannon).

And most importantly:

Lotor uses plenty of conditioner to style his luscious hair.

Ducky: Hey, Daddy?

Me: Yes, Ducky?

Ducky: That’s a lot of leash.

Me: It’s two leashes.

Ducky: Seems like a lot.

Me: Only one more than usual. 

Ducky: Feels like twice as much.

Me: That is also correct.

Ducky: Math.


Ducky: It’s because last time I de-leashed, isn’t it?

Me: Yup.

Ducky: I got excited.

Me: I know.

Ducky: I like rides.

Me: Yup.

Ducky: I like being places.

Me: Yup.

Ducky: It can cause me to get a bit twisty.

Me: Also a yup.

Ducky: So double leash?

Me: Makes me feel safer.

Ducky: And if you feel safer you’ll take me on rides and to places.

Me: When I can.

Ducky: Double leash is okay then.

Me: I’m glad. Oh and one more thing.

Ducky: What?

Me: If anyone asks, you’re a dingo.

Ducky: What?

Me: Never mind.

Ducky: I love you, Daddy.

Me: I love you, Ducky.

Me: Hey, Ducky.

Ducky: You can’t see me.

Me: Actually…

Ducky: I am camouflaged beyond all detection.

Me: Your nose is behind a towel.



Ducky: Completely imperceptible to human eyes.


Ducky: “Where’s Ducky?” they ask.


Ducky: “No one knows,” the universe whispers!



Me:  You’re still getting a bath.

Ducky: “No…one…knows!”

Me: I love you, Ducky.

Ducky: I love you, Daddy.

Ag & Ducky

Dog Days Are Over

Originally posted by zachdempsey

Pairing: Reader x Reggie
Word Count: 6,910
Warnings: An animal was definitely hurt in the writing of this fic. There’s probably some swearing.
Summary: Reader and Reggie live on the same street and walk the same route with their dogs. 
A/N: This is in tribute to Ross Butler’s portrayal of Reggie Mantle. Wishing him nothing but the best on all endeavours, but we’ll certainly miss him! Also if at least one person cries I will have considered this a success. Apologies on the lack of proofreading on my part.

“Oh Captain, my Captain!” I call out laughingly to the dark haired boy ahead of me. My dog, Ducky, lunges forward once in an impressive show of strength, dragging me a few steps closer to the boy I grew up down the street from and his faithful companion, Vader. Reggie shoots me a bored look over his shoulder, not replying, but slowing his walk to allow us to catch up.

Reggie rolls his eyes at me as Vader pulls on his leash in an attempt to get to Ducky. The end result is ruined by his half-smirk which looks more amused than annoyed. His dachshund runs between the legs of my Bernese Mountain Dog and she lunges playfully at him once, and then twice, barking and sniffing at him. After a moment the dogs are settled and we begin to walk side by side.

“So, congratulations on getting captain, dude!” I try to strike up a conversation. Reggie grunts in reply and mumbles something in return. “Hey, what’s up? I thought you’d be happy. You were giving Archie hell for that spot.” Reggie rolls his eyes again and grunts louder, but we both know I’m not easily derailed. I open my mouth and he cuts me off before I can really get started.

“Alright already!  I guess I’m not that excited ‘cause Coach offered it to Andrews first. He turned it down.” I can tell this is hard for Reggie to talk about. It was a blow to his ego to even have to compete with Archie, but to lose out on it and only get it by default?

“That’s because Archie knows you’re the better man for the job,” I assure him. Reggie gives me that half smirk again and I can tell that he knows what I’m doing but he finds it at least a little endearing. 

“Well we all know that. Just sucks that Coach didn’t see it.”

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It was so ridiculous I had to.

Me: It makes you smell better.


Me: And you’ll be less itchy.


Me: And actually the wet look is a bit slimming…

Ducky: Then you should hop all the way in, tubby.


Ducky: I don’t care for baths and it causes me to lash out.

Me: I am aware.

Ducky: Just rinse me, old man.

Me: I love you, Ducky.

Ducky: I love you, Daddy.