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Beautiful Blue-eyed Platinum-haired Russian men
Yuuri just fuckin loves dogs, man. Dogs of every shape and size. Big ones and small ones and hairy ones and ugly ones and ones with floppy ears and ones with big paws and ones with bad breath and ones with huge jowls and old ones and puppies.
When Yuuri got to America and realized just HOW MANY KINDS OF DOGS THERE ARE because he’s from Japan and the Japanese dog population is rather homogeneous, he just felt so blessed?? The first time he met a dog tall enough to put its paws on his shoulders while he stood upright was the closest thing to a religious experience Yuuri Katsuki has ever had. The dog’s name was Puck and it was a brindle-pattern Great Dane and it belonged to a guy Yuuri had a shameful two-night stand with his freshman year in college. The only reason it was a two-night stand was Puck the dog.
Yuuri almost feels bad about having a favorite kind of dog but man, it’s gotta be poodles. He just loves everything about them. His favorite cut for a poodle is a teddy bear cut (for obvious reasons) and he just?? fucking?? LOVEs POODLES. When Yuuri sees a poodle on the street his entire face lights up and Viktor just loves it.
“A poodle!” Yuuri gasps, like he doesn’t see one every day, like he isn’t currently holding Makkachin’s (a certified poodle) leash.