honey the dog

a couple of weeks ago my friend bought a toy poodle but was really worried about how her rottweiler/german shepherd cross would react to it. this monster dog has been hit by 4 cars going at least 80km/h, has attacked a horse and has killed multiple venomous snakes, so her fear of this zombie dog doing something to a tiny poodle seems to be a pretty reasonable fear. it took weeks for my friend to leave her puppy alone for a second with the mutt from hell, and only did so because she thought that her other (trained) german shepherd could protect her.

today she walked out into her backyard and sent me this picture

Person : Training working dogs and pets are totally different and ppl don’t understand that training a working dog requires a different approach. (aka a rougher approach)
Me: Cool Cool Cool. Now I know for sure you have no idea about the science behind learning theory. Good to know I can walk away from that one and not waste my time.
Me: “…….”

My mother tells me
that when I meet someone I like,
I have to ask them three questions:

1. what are you afraid of?
2. do you like dogs?
3. what do you do when it rains?

of those three, she says the first one is the most important.
“They gotta be scared of something, baby. Everybody is. If they aren’t afraid of anything, then they don’t believe in anything, either.”

I met you on a Sunday, right
after church.
one look and my heart fell into
my stomach like a trap door.

on our second date,
I asked you what you were afraid of.
“spiders, mostly. being alone. little children, like, the ones who just learned how to push a kid over on the playground. oh and space. holy shit, space.”
I asked you if you liked dogs.
I have three.”
I asked you what you do when it rains.
“sleep, mostly. sometimes I sit at the window and watch the rain droplets race. I make a shelter out of plastic in my backyard for all the stray animals; leave them food and a place to sleep.”

he smiled like he knew.
like his mom told him the same
“how about you?”

I’m scared of everything.
of the hole in the o-zone layer,
of the lady next door who never
smiles at her dog,
and especially of all the secrets
the government must be breaking
it’s back trying to keep from us.
I love dogs so much, you have no idea.
I sleep when it rains.
I want to tell everyone I love them.
I want to find every stray animal and bring them home.
I want to wake up in your hair
and make you shitty coffee
and kiss your neck
and draw silly stick figures of us.
I never want to ask anyone else
these questions
ever again.

—  Caitlyn Siehl

Lams x Reader
Word Count: 1179
Warnings: It’s pure fluff.


Your fingers ran through the hair of your boyfriend John Laurens, gently tugging any knots into non-existence and splitting them into 3 long and thick strands. You listened to him hum in content, his eyes glued to the tv which was playing some mediocre daytime television.

John had been watching a few films when he caught you sneaking up behind him, many a hair-tie in hand. He knew what you wanted to do, and he knew that by the end of it he would probably look ridiculous. So naturally, it took a lot of honeyed words and some puppy dog eyes to finally you convince him to let you do what you’d always wanted to do. To let you braid his hair.

“How long until you’re done?” He asked you, voice soft and faraway. He sounded like he was falling asleep. You smiled to yourself as you began to plait his hair.
“Not long at all, it’s all combed out. Just gotta braid it and tie it up.” You told him. He hummed in acknowledgement, continuing to watch his program. A few minutes later, with the work of deft hands and deep concentration, you managed to complete a very elaborate French braid for your boyfriend. You leaned back and admired your work proudly. He took your removal of your hands as a green light to touch his hair. He ran his fingers along the bumps and pulled out his phone, opening up the camera and looking at himself.

“Not that terrible.” He chuckled, turning around to smile at you. You laughed at him, cupping his cheek with your palm. He leaned into the touch, moving towards you and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. His eyes were bright and full of life, his lips slightly parted and inviting. In a moment, you found yourself kissing him eagerly. John returned the kiss with just as much zeal, running his tongue along your lower lip and sending shudders up your spine. You were so engrossed in each other that the sound of the front door opening and then slamming closed. and heavy footsteps caught your attention. John broke away as the door to the living room opened. The two of you turned in surprise at the sudden noise, as your other boyfriend, Alexander, walked into the living room.

He gave the two of you a cursory glance, before dumping his coat on the ground and collapsing onto the couch beside you with a groan. You and John shared a look before moving to either side of Alexander. He was never like this after work. Never. He was always bounding in with You about what he did or what he said or wrote and his ideas. Something was very very wrong with him. You and John decided to make it your mission to figure out what. You took his hand while John moved his hand to his hair.

“Alex, sweetheart what’s wrong?” You asked him, rubbing your thumb over the back of your hand. He yelled something incoherently into the pillow.
“What?” Asked John, frowning at him. Alex took a huge breath and lifted his head. His face was red in rage and his eyes were alight with a fury you were all too familiar with. He turned his head to John, opened his mouth to scream, and then he froze. The three of you sat silently for a few seconds. Here we go, you thought to yourself. Here goes another loud and angry rant. You watched amused as Alex gaped like a fish for a second, searching for the words to speak, and then.

“You braided his hair?” He said softly, moving his hand up to touch John’s braids. You stared at them, bewildered, eyes switching between your two boyfriends. For someone who had been in a spitting rage seconds ago, he was looking significantly less ragey and significantly more lovestruck.
“Yes…?” You responded as Alex leaned into John, giving him a kiss, and then turning to you.
“Do me.” He said simply, tightening his grip on your hand. Your eyes went wide at his statement, cheeks flaring red. What did he just ask you to do?
“P-pardon?!” You squeaked out, as John burst into laughter, falling back against the couch with a hand over his mouth.
“Do my hair.” Alex repeated with a little more clarity. You could’ve sworn you’d seen a smile tug at his lips but you decided to not mention it. Turning him around, you had him sit in front of you as you combed through his hair with your fingers. After finishing with his laughing fit, John joined the two of you, laying his head on Alex’s lap and holding his hands comfortingly.

As you worked, you could feel Alex relaxing. The anger and tension seeped out of his body and his eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into your touch. You grinned to yourself, happy that you could make him feel so good. It took a little longer than before to do Alex’s hair, and it wasn’t long before John was passed out in his lap, his soft breathing barely audible over the sound of the tv. You tied up your final braid, leaning back and clapping your hands softly, as to not wake up John. You copied John, and picked up your phone, opening camera and switching to selfie mode. Alex looked at his new hair style, and let out a soft laugh at the two, pigtail braids you had made with his long hair.

“I look great.” He said softly, turning his head to give you a loving look. You leaned into him and tested your forehead on his.
“You always do.” You mumbled to him softly. His lips pulled into a smile and he closed the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. You sighed in content, humming against his lips as the smell of fresh paper and musk overwhelmed your senses. The kiss lasted a few more seconds before he broke away and leaned turned, leaning the back of his head against your chest.

“I love you.” He sighed, and you knew that he was speaking to the both of you. You kissed the top of his head.
“I love you more.” You smiled, wrapping an arm around his waist and taking John’s hand with the other.
“I love you both the most. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.” Mumbled John in an exhausted voice. Your eyes fluttered shut and you giggled, feeling your two boys laugh against you. You sighed again and leaned back, feeling sleep begin to cloud your brain. A soft smile made it’s way to your face as you slipped into unconsciousness. Warm, safe and loved by your two most favourite people in the world.


A/N: With what’s happened recently I found writing this to be really therapeutic and calmed me down. I’m not feeling 100% but then again when am I ever. Thank you for the request, it was nice to write! I hope you enjoyed!

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✨🌻Goals for 2017🌻✨

🍄: Stop biting my nails for good!
🍄: Practice Yoga at LEAST 3x a week
🍄: Practice inversions every day
🍄: Perform more spells/become a better witch
🍄: Get healthy by losing weight and toning my body
🍄: Become strong in mind, body and spirit 💪🏼
🍄: Explore with boyf
🍄: Gather supplies for witchcraft in nature
🍄: Make your room cozy
🍄: Drink more tea ☕️
🍄: Water your plants as much as they need🌱
🍄: Remember to burn essential oils and candles 🕯
🍄: Take Honey to the dog park every day (or as much as possible)🐶
🍄: Walk at least 8,000 steps a day (ideally 10,000)
🍄: Learn to cook😋
🍄: Not hold on to negativity
🍄: Take care of yourself
🍄: Gather wildflowers🌼
🍄: Write in your grimoire 📒
🍄: Read tarot once a week🔮
🍄: Commit to keeping my personal space clean and tidy
🍄: Meditate daily
🍄: Make friends
🍄: Make time to pamper yourself 🛁