Fifty years ago, it was thought that the New Guniea Highland Wild Dog went extinct in the wild. These two images were recently taken using a scent lure; they show a pregnant female and her two pups. After an expedition, scientists were able to determine over 100 photographs of “at least 15 wild individuals, including males, females, and pups, thriving in isolation and far from human contact” in only two days of the cameras being up. The only photos taken before this expedition were 2 unconfirmed ones that were taken in 2005 and 2012.
After confirming via DNA tests, the New Guniea Highland Wild Dog Foundation declared that the canine breed is no longer on the list of extinct species.
u know that feeling where you’re just preparing for the worst and shit keeps happening and things keep trying you and it’s like… rlly hard to think there’s ever gonna be a positive side at the end of it bc fucking god yh man mood
There’s new discourse in the gency tag on whether Genji and Mercy are cat or dog people and, um, excuse me, they’re obviously zoo people who own 2 dogs, 2+ cats, a bird (or more), and a dragon, and it just sorta grows, thank you.
It’s been a hectic week. The scrapyard’s been doing well,
which is good, but it’s been seeing Aaron leaving earlier in the mornings and
coming home later in the evenings. And Home James has been doing so well that
even with Jimmy and Rodney out on haulage runs with the rest of the drivers,
Robert’s still been needed to take care of a few himself whenever he’s not been
busy charming the clients through the Home Farm contract.
He’s supposed to be down south, now, stopping at a hotel for
the night before heading back in the morning, but he’s managed to finish things
up much sooner than planned, and he’s heading back home.
Robert checks the time on his phone. 9:47PM. If he’s lucky,
he’ll make it back before Liv slinks off to bed, and before Aaron falls asleep.
He’s not seen much of either all week, and he’s not ashamed to admit that he
misses them. The reason he’s slowly losing his patience as the line of traffic
crawls around an accident site up ahead is because he wants to surprise them both,
and hopefully manage an hour in front of the telly together.
Dan moves into his new apartment for the dog park downstairs – little does he know that the town comes with more than just fluffy tails.
AU where Phil has a dog and Dan almost doesn’t know if he likes the dog or the boy more.
The guy looks up from his kneeling position in the grass, and seeing Dan, smiles. The dog next to him, with her fluffy golden curl of a tail, wiggles her butt at him. Dan doesn’t think he’s ever seen a better sight.
That is, until he actually looks up into the owners face.
I knew long before I got pregnant with Lu that if I ever had one, I wanted to nurse my child, even as a teenager when I still had breasts (the primary source of my dysphoria at the time) it was something I thought about, but of course it was never of major importance. And now I have a precious little girl…seven years after top surgery, and I’m nursing/chestfeeding her. Let me tell you, it is hell some days as I don’t want to be bothered with the task, particularly when we are in public…but overall, I wouldn’t give up this experience for the world.
–Some background here, yes, I lactate, that is possible since it seems to confuse many people. Chestfeeding is a gender neutral term, same thing as breastfeeding & nursing.–
I’ve taken to logging and tracking Lu’s feedings since I started chestfeeding her. Things such as, is she having trouble latching, how long did she feed for, is my supply low, and if it’s hurting me on a scale of one to ten (the days directly after birth were off of that scale, I’m happy to report nothing past a 5 has been logged this month). It’s been such a helpful tool for me to normalize chestfeeding being a part of everyday life, despite the sometimes exceedingly uncomfortable circumstances like the flight to Disney where I had no bottles on me… but it’s otherwise been an amazing experience of bonding with Lu and embracing my postpartum body more and more each day. I’ve mentioned it once or twice that Lu is a rainbow baby, after my miscarriage I became a bit of a gym rat and worked out probably to the point where it was unhealthy, but at the time after losing Sprout I just felt like my body was useless, especially with the added weight. Working out was my way of adding value to myself and probably compensating for the baby that I never got to meet in some sense. However, now I’m able to see my body as valuable and of importance, extra weight and all (no matter how much I miss my six pack). And I truly have Lu and chestfeeding to thank for that, everyday I am able to provide for Lu in a way that no one else can. And while I don’t have a full supply for her it is still something I’d choose to do again in a heartbeat. The frustration of this factor still doesn’t detract from the intimate moments of nursing with Lu as I’m lucky to even have the opportunity.
I’m still on this journey, not sure how long I want to chestfeed for, unsure of how long I can even keep it up before Lu doesn’t need me anymore…but I am reveling in the priceless moments I get to spend with my daughter while chestfeeding where only she and I matter in that time & space.
ryan ross peeks from the bushes of a dog park, He, Diligently, he watches for his next mission. beads of sweat form on his brow and he concentrates ever so quietly, plotting his next move. the thickly leaves from the bushes scuff across his 950 dollar gucci slippers. he takes a liver treat from his pocket and tosses it beside him. he waits. a nice and tall dog, perhaps one of the bloodhound family tracks the scent from 50 feet away. he trots towards it without hesitation as it’s owner converses with another dog owner with an english mastiff. theyre too caught up in their conversation about effects of 700 milligrams of niquil to notice that hes pulled the dog in with a kong ball, approx. 4 inches in diameter. he bounces it into the van and quickly drives off. he has a new dog. checking his tag, his name is elwood. all is good and he is eating that treat