men-and-dogs

so we rewatched iwtb and i can’t believe chris carter attempted to redeem a pedophile, demonized gay men, likened women to dogs, killed the dogs, and killed like 3 women lmfao bud what’s your damage

In 2008 a dog tried to save his owners lives after 5 armed pirates hijacked their yacht off the coast of Venezuela. After the men climbed aboard the dog furiously attacked them, biting and snapping until he was stabbed then shot. The dog survived and the pirates left almost empty handed. -Source

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Men hollered excited cheers, dogs bayed, gunfire rang out in sporadic bursts, and every so often the wild cry of Injun tongue howled out from the smoking brush to his back, carried onto his ears by the dust-blown breeze. He pressed forward on his horse with quiet purpose, but not to escape the hunt behind him for sake of moral distaste–he knew well as any other man that their blood bled as red as his own. The great beast beneath him twitched its sturdy muscles uneasily at each fading ring of a fired gun but did not start or rear up in fear, only padded forth with a matching eagerness to put the din behind them. He continued only to avoid being recognized by lawmen, sharing his face as sparingly as he could over the course of his journey should they get the idea to apprehend him for his so-called ‘crimes’ (he had done nothing wrong in the Springs, and he would argue that until the day he finally dropped dead). It had been days now–weeks even, he may have lost track– and there had been no sign of his recognition save for a bounty with an earnest rendition of his lean face drawn on it, posted outside of a run-down bar a couple miles out of Colorado Springs. It should go without saying that he took the page for himself and squirreled it away into his coat for safe keeping; it wouldn’t make his warrant disappear, but it was a reminder of what he was up against.
His well-earned paranoia receded the further he distanced himself from the men and that bar, reveling in the sprawl ahead of him–ahead of him for miles as far as he could see, nothing but brush and dirt and rock and quiet save for his for his horse’s swaying gait and the whip of the summer wind.

Me: I should probably get up.

Ducky: Is it dinner time?

Me: No.

Ducky:

Me:

Ducky: Need to go potty?

Me: Nope.

Ducky:

Me: We’ve just been lying here a long time.

Ducky: We’ve been lying here a long time because it is pleasant.

Me: Correct.

Ducky: At the moment it seems no less pleasant than it has been.

Me: Also true.

Ducky: So in absence of food or going potty I see no benefit to getting up. Keep scratching me.

Me: I have work I need to do for my job though.

Ducky:

Me:

Ducky: Work that is more pleasant than lying here?

Me: No.

Ducky:

Me: Work that will lead to food?

Ducky: Only when taking the long view.

Me:

Ducky: Keep scratching. When the food comes into close view, go ahead and get up.

Me: I love you, Ducky.

Ducky: I love you, Daddy.

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Ducky: Nice day for a walk, Daddy.

Me: Yes it is.

Ducky: And yet here we stand; not walking.

Me: It’s still a walk. We’re just pausing for a picture.

Ducky: Technically that means it was a walk. Past tense.

Me:

Ducky: And while the use of the word “pause” implies a continuation of the walking in the future, there are no…

Me: Just look at the camera, please.

Ducky: Hey, look! It’s The Lady!

Me: Yes it is.

Ducky: I forgot she came out for a pause with us too.

Me: … 

Ducky: And she has a camera.

Me: Yes she does.

Ducky: I like The Lady.

Me:

Ducky: But you know what I don’t…

Me: You don’t like cameras.

Ducky: I do not like cameras. They make that bright light. Hurts my peepers.

Me: Once. Seven years ago the flash goes off once and you still can’t forget.

Ducky: Well, technically that’s only one dog year ago.

Me: That’s not how that works.

Ducky: Who’s to say?

Me: If you look at the camera for just a few seconds so she can get a picture we can get back to walking.

Ducky: We could get back to walking regardless. 

Me:

Ducky: Why is she taking the picture, anyways? Usually you reserve that adventure for just the two of us. 

Me: I asked her to take the picture so I could have a good one of us as my Daddy’s Day gift.

Ducky: It’s Daddy’s Day again? Feels like the last one was only seven and a half weeks ago.

Me:

Ducky: See, seven and a half weeks is like one seventh of a year. So for a dog…

Me: Very clever.

Ducky: Gotta admit that’s pretty good math on the fly for someone with 18 total digits trying to do math in a base ten system.

Me:

Ducky: Plus I’m a dog.

Me:

Ducky: You wanted a picture of us for Daddy’s Day?

Me: Yup.

Ducky: I’m glad you’re my Daddy, Daddy.

Me: Thanks. I’m glad I’m your Daddy, Ducky. On Daddy’s Day and every day.

Ducky: A picture to commemorate all this seems appropriate.

Me: Thanks. And then when we’re all done we’ll get back to walking. All three of us.

Ducky: Sounds good. Look out for the bright light.

Me: I love you, Ducky.

Ducky: I love you, Daddy.

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Ducky: Daddy, I don’t like baths.

Me: I know, Ducky.

Ducky: I don’t like the noise.

Me: I know. The faucet makes a scary noise. I’m sorry.

Ducky: I know you know. But you still give me baths.

Me: Yeah.

Ducky:

Me:

Ducky: You don’t like giving me baths.

Me: Not really, no.

Ducky: Is it the noise?

Me: It’s more the “Chasing Ducky to get him when he realizes it’s bath time.” And the “Lifting Ducky after he has gone into dead weight mode when I try to lift him into the tub.” And the “Trying to turn Ducky when he won’t let me rinse his other side and get this over with because the faucet makes a scary noise.”

Ducky:

Me:

Ducky: I do not like baths.

Me: No you don’t.

Ducky And you don’t like giving them to me.

Me: Nope.

Ducky: But you keep doing it because I need them.

Me: Yup. Your skin gets all flaky if we don’t do this.

Ducky: I don’t like the flaky skin.

Me: No. That must feel pretty bad.

Ducky: Yeah.

Me:

Ducky: Why don’t you have someone else do it?

Me: Have someone else bathe you? I don’t know. You’re my Ducky dog. So you’re my responsibility. And if someone else did it you’d still be unhappy.

Ducky: And I wouldn’t be able to press up against you when the scary noise came.

Me: Right. So I think I’m the right one to take care of this. I’m sorry you ever have to experience anything that makes you unhappy, Ducky. But if you do, I want to be there with you when it happens.

Ducky:

Me:

Ducky: That sounds like the kind of thing I’d usually say to you.

Me: Maybe I’m finally learning.

Ducky: Thanks for taking care of me, Daddy. Even when I’m difficult.

Me: Thanks for being you, Ducky. Now press up against me nice and hard. it’s rinsing time.

Ducky: I love you, Daddy.

Me: I love you, Ducky.

Me: It’s National Dog Day, Ducky!

Ducky: Yay!

Me:

Ducky:

Me:

Ducky: So the celebratory treats will be arriving when, exactly?

Me: No extra treats are planned.

Ducky:

Me:

Ducky: Not much of a holiday.

Me: It’s more of a day of observance.

Ducky: I’m observing an unimpressive, treat free holiday.

Me: I love you, Ducky.

Ducky: Nope. I do not care for this. Was a cat put in charge of event logistics? Is that what happened? 

Me: I love you, Ducky.

Ducky: I love you, Daddy. 

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