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This is one of the most shallow reasons for why Kara and Lena are a great match (especially because there are so many great non shallow reasons) but I love that Kara won’t have to worry about spending any extra money she has on food because Lena’s a damn billionaire. I know it’s a running gag about how much Kara loves food but she honestly needs a lot of it.

Kara probably has a semi decent income from CatCo but with all her expenses and the fact that she most likely isn’t paid by the DEO, every leftover penny goes to making sure she gets enough calories, especially after she becomes Supergirl and starts using her powers on a daily basis. That’s a ton of food she has to buy in order to balance out how many calories she burns.

But she never wants Lena to think she’s using the woman for her money. Never. So she insists on splitting the bill or ordering much less than she needs if Lena insists on paying and Lena finds it so damn frustrating because why won’t her best friend let her pay for her food???

Until one day it just clicks for Lena after she’s told the Supergirl secret and has done the calorie math in her head and God Kara how are you able to afford all the food that you need? and the next day when Kara walks into her apartment, she sees that Lena has finally used the key she was given to completely overstock Kara’s kitchen with all sorts meals, snacks, protein bars, etc., with a simple note on the counter saying Let me know when you’re running low and it’s stupid but Kara finds herself getting emotional at Lena’s complete acceptance of who she is.

What The Moon Signs Need

ARIES: attention, excitement, challenges, to feel loved and care for

TAURUS: comfort, affection, stability, reassurance that they aren’t wasting their time

GEMINI: new ideas, communication, kindred spirits

CANCER: nurturing, safety, family, good food, comfy clothes

LEO: attention, entertainment, excitement, to express leadership

VIRGO: mental stimulation, order, to feel helpful, to be the friend that gives good advice

LIBRA: harmony, companionship, equality

SCORPIO: privacy, intensity, “soul bonding”, to feel loved

SAGITTARIUS: adventure, wisdom, new experiences, variety

CAPRICORN: solitude, aspirations, determination, to feel like what they’re doing is right

AQUARIUS: collaboration, individuality, to please others, freedom

PISCES: compassion, security, creative outlets, ways to escape own thoughts

**I specialize in tarot and astrology and offer $1.00 -5.00 astrology readings, past life readings, relationship readings and more! payments made via PayPal. Click on the “readings” link on my blog or just message me and I will get back to you! thank you!!**


Malec Appreciation Week: Day 4 - An underappreciated scene
Official petition for Magnus to start referring to the bow and quiver as his in casual conversation

Imagine Dirk Gently being so excited about getting the agency up and running that he starts handing out invoices to practically everyone over the smallest things.

Imagine him sticking one to the Rowdy 3′s van (for services rendered, to whit, sixteen bloody years of feeding on my psychic energy, you assholes) before legging it up the nearest alley.

AAh gosh ok some updates:

first - 

Second place winners of the raffle - expect to see your finished pieces soon! (Within the next few days)

First place - I still need to line art and do the rest of it so I thank you for your patience! 


I am now debating on putting up commissions. I am not finding a job as quickly as I thought I would be able to - and I don’t want to just sit and wait for something to happen. So I thought about doing art commissions! 

I am still debating on it due to not finding what kind of licences, establishing a payment method, and other more legal aspects of doing art commissions online (all I find for it is ‘get a payment account, show your prices, and do the commissions!’ steps… nothing about if I need to be registered in my area as a solo business owner and having a licence to sell, or if there are items for later on if taxes come into play, etc…)
But yeah - that’s my current dilemma with that o-o

But yep - that’s what I’ve been currently doing! I’ll give more updates as time goes on with both of these things! And if I do start commissions - all prizes will be finished prior to me starting that. 


Commissions are here! :D

What I will draw:

  • Fandoms and ships
  • OCs
  • Furries/Anthro

What I won’t draw:

  • NSFW
  • Mecha
  • Anything that makes me uncomfortable

Additional Notes:

  • Listed prices do not include backgrounds, which I don’t usually draw anyway. If you want a background, an additional charge can be negotiated.
  • Characters with highly detailed clothing (such as armor like this) may cost more.

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See my commissions page for slot availability.

If you’re interested, contact me at! Please include necessary references or detailed descriptions if you don’t have a reference. If you have specific ideas like what pose you’d like to see your character in, please include those too. c:

Thanks very much! <3

araraura  asked:

There's something I've been wondering, why spend so much time on animation when really nothing comes out of it? Maybe you do it as a job, but you know how Youtube revenue works, fucking 50 bucks from one Glitchtale episode. And don't start with the "I love it" everyone's saying, animating for 18 hours a day for 4 months and getting only about 50 bucks from it just ain't worth it.

luckily even tho my animations are age restricted for some reason, I make more than 50 bucks. Speepdaints and gaming videos also help for my total monthly revenue.

Tho even if I got 50 bucks, the amount of people loving my work/what I do and my experience from each episode is more than enough payment to me as an artist. And that’s something money can’t give you


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-😺/😾I need a full reference along with a little bit of the personality of your character. If you have a specific idea for the pose or expression, tell me!

-💩Yes I’ll only do Transparent BG because I’m a lazy piece of trash♥But I can still make a VERY SIMPLE colored bg if transparent isn’t your kink.

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All the slots are taken now, Thank you ♥
If more people are interrested, they’ll be in the “waiting list”, that means they still got a slot reserved but will only pay once I cleared the other commissions~

For reminder, I can lower the prices to fit your budget, don’t be afraid to ask!

Assassin!Harry (Part 3)

Harry is a trained, experienced assassin hired to kill Y/N but ends up, to his horror, falling in love with her. 

You can read part one here. 

You can read part two here. 


Four months. Harry had managed to keep Y/N in his life for four months. He was a different person; at least, he had Y/N thinking he was. His thoughts still drifted to the macabre, longing for the rush of another kill whenever he wasn’t with her. But she gave him a different, better kind of rush, and he loved it. Harry loved her. However, he didn’t like to admit this to himself. Harry didn’t love anything before Y/N, and part of him wished he still didn’t. The only things he used to crave were murder, violence, careful planning and stalking…but now he craved her. He liked–loved–having her around, he was emotionally attached to something for the first time in his life. But there was just one problem: How long could he keep his real life a secret from her?

He’d received two more payments for assassinations since meeting her. On top of Y/N’s, that left a total of three incomplete missions that Harry desperately wanted to fulfill but knew, deep down, that he never could. He could never pursue another kill again, for Y/N’s sake and for the sake of their relationship. It wouldn’t be long before one of his clients caught up with him, and he knew that. But unfortunately for Harry, he had less time than he thought.


Harry had just finished running his fingers through his messy curls to style them when he heard the lock on his door start to rattle. He’d given Y/N a key last week, and he smiled to himself as he heard her let herself into his apartment. He liked the feeling of having someone in his life to share his home with. Life was easy with Y/N; he didn’t have to try to put on an act to get her. She loved him for who he was.

Or, who she thought he was.

“Hi darling,” Harry said, moving over to Y/N as she closed the door behind her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him. He smiled at her as their lids fluttered open, her gorgeous eyes meeting his twinkling green ones. “How was the daycare?”

“Same as always,” she said, fixing his collar so that it laid flat. “I’ve been helping Mia with her reading, the little four year old I was telling you about? She’s absolutely brilliant, her mom told me today that she read an entire Dr. Seuss book by herself. She’s only four years old and she read a whole book!” Harry’s eyes were intently fixated on Y/N. He smiled to himself as he observed the way the corners of her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the way her entire body seemed to light up when she talked. He had never felt so lucky in his entire life.

“How did life as a secret agent treat you today?” Y/N asked, teasing him, with extra emphasis on ‘secret agent.’

Harry smiled. He felt guilty that Y/N still believed he worked for the government, but he didn’t let the guilt show. He never did. “Can’t tell ya. Hence the secret part. But ’m glad you’re doing so well with Mia. I ordered pizza for dinner, hope that’s alright?”

“Perfect!” Y/N exclaimed, moving over to the sofa by the window. She plopped down, kicking off her shoes as Harry turned to follow her. Just as Harry went to sit down, there was a loud knock on the door.

“Must be the pizza,” Harry said, shuffling towards the apartment’s entrance. “I’ve got it.”

Y/N stayed put on the couch, fiddling with her fingernails, until a chillingly familiar voice sounded throughout the apartment. A voice that had haunted her for years, and had just started to lose its control over her mind. She froze, in shock, before turning to face the doorway, coming face to face with the worst, scariest human being she had ever met: her ex-boyfriend, Jack.

“I want my fucking money, bro,” he yelled, his cold eyes just as angry as she remembered. Y/N ducked next to the couch, immediately trying to hide herself from view. Her head was spinning, throbbing almost. What the fuck was Jack doing at Harry’s apartment?

Harry went into immediate assassin mode. Calm, cool, collected. Voice deep, words slow. Establish the upper hand before this man tried to pull something. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“Don’t play stupid you asshole. The 50 grand I slid through your window four months ago? I want that shit back. I want it back and I’m going to take care of her myself, since you’re clearly incompetent.”

Harry let out a low, emotionless laugh, though he was a bit frightened. He was so careful to make sure that nobody who had hired him ever got to see his face, but now someone knew what he looked like. He was screwed. “These things take time. If you want your money back, I can get it for you right now, but then the mission goes unfinished. So, what do you–”

“I have a gun,” Jack threatened, shakily. “And I swear to God, I will blow your fucking brains out and hers too as soon as I find her.”

“And risk being caught?” Harry questioned, remaining completely calm, although below the surface he was frantic. Y/N was literally in his apartment. There was no way out of this one. He needed to get this guy away from him, away from Y/N, and then make a run for it.

“You know what? Fuck this. I’m going to the police.” Jack spun on his heel, but what Harry said next caused him to stop dead in his tracks.

“If you go to the police, what are you going to tell them? Huh? That you shelled out $50,000 to have someone murdered in cold blood in your name, and now the hit man you hired has taken too long to fulfill his duty? You’re going to tell them you got ripped off by an assassin?” Jack was silent. “You’re just as guilty.”

An assassin? Y/N’s head was spinning. She was desperately trying to make sense of the exchange going on between her ex-boyfriend and her current boyfriend, but she was making herself dizzy trying to put the pieces together. She felt her eyes well up with tears. If Jack really did have a gun, he would not hesitate to use it on her the second he found out she was there. He was crazy, a loose cannon. She needed to stay hidden.

Jack huffed, running a furious fist through his tangled blonde hair. “Fuck. You.”

“Trust me,” Harry began, levelheaded as ever. “This operation has been made a priority. Murdering someone isn’t an overnight task.”

“Yeah, except you’ve had four months. I’m over this. I’m going to get my guys, and I swear, even if it’s the last thing I do, I will fucking end you. And then I’ll end her myself. The only reason I hired you is because I didn’t want to have any blood on my hands but I don’t give a shit anymore. I may not know anything about you, even your name. But I do know that you are over.” And with that, Jack had taken off running down the hallway, and Harry had slammed the door behind him, his face as red as a fire truck. This was about to come crashing down on him. All of his careful, tedious work and planning…it was all about to be over. He was done for.

He raced down the hall, towards his bedroom. Y/N chased him, confused and angry and shocked and sad all at once. “Harry, what’s going on?” Nothing. He started rooting through his dresser drawers, tossing out fistfuls of clothing and leaving it strewn across the floor. “Do you know him? Do you know Jack?” Still, silence. “Harry, what the fuck is going on? Why does he want you to end me? What does he mean when he says he hired you?” She was yelling now, and the tears were flowing freely. “You’re scaring me. Answer me!”

Harry pulled out a large, bulging yellow envelope out of his dresser drawer, tossing it on the bed. “I have to go.”

“What?” She shook her head, more clueless than she had ever felt in her life.

“Y/N, you love me right?”

“Harry, what are you-”

“You’d love me whether I was sick or whether I was poor or whether I had a different job?”

“Of course, I-” Harry dumped the folder’s contents out on the bed, revealing stack after stack of crisp $100 bills. “Harry, where did you get all that money?”

Harry was frantic, panicking, rushing around like crazy. “We all have our secrets right? What I really do for a job, that’s my secret.”

“What are you talking about? Why are you saying all of this? I-”

“I don’t want to lie to you anymore, Y/N! I can’t. I’m not a-a-a secret agent.” He was at a complete loss for words, struggling to find what to say. “I don’t work for the government, I’m not licensed to have any of those guns you found in that closet all those months ago. And I don’t use those weapons for self-defense like I said. I use them to kill people.”

“Harry, please-” He was running around his bedroom like crazy, shoving things into a duffel bag without hardly looking to see what they were.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. In two days, you’re going to meet me at the International Airport.” He swiped a stack of money off of the bed, handing it to Y/N. “Pack a suitcase with clothes, shoes, anything else you might need. You’re going to take a taxi there, give the driver this money. I know it’s far, so you have to tell him to drive all through the night, and you’re not going to tell anyone, okay?”

She stared at the money in her hands, tears blurring her vision. “Harry, I can’t do this, I’m too afraid, I have no idea what’s going on, I-”

“Act like you’re brave, and you will be. I promise. That man…Jack…he’s going to be back soon. And with a lot of really dangerous people. You have to get out of here before he finds you. I love you, Y/N.”

“Harry, I don’t think I can do this alone.”

“Yes, you can. I know you can.” He grabbed his duffel bag, zipping it feverishly, then bounded towards the front door. “You have to.” He kissed her quickly, before swiping his car keys off the hook and racing out the door.

And just like that…he was gone.


Every part of her body told her to turn around. As she walked into the airport, her limbs were screaming at her to stop, to chase down the taxi driver that had just dropped her off, and to drive back to her dorm room, away from Harry and every problem that he had caused for her. But, despite all of that, she was worried sick about him. She would follow him to the ends of the earth to make sure he was okay. And that’s why she kept walking. Through the revolving doors, up the stairs, until she reached the security line right outside the gate Harry told her to wait in front of.

From just the exchange she had heard between Jack and Harry, Y/N had pieced a few things together, though they didn’t make much sense to her. Jack had given Harry a lot of money for something involving a ‘her’ that Y/N had assumed she was. Harry had a lot of guns, but he didn’t use them for a government job like he had told her. Jack had referred to Harry as an assassin, but Y/N didn’t know what that meant, entirely. If Harry was accepting money to murder people, like Jack had said, how many people had he killed? And where did she come in? Was it a coincidence that Jack and Harry knew each other? She felt her heart rate flare up and her head grow hot with anger. She felt like she didn’t know the man she loved, and she needed answers.

Just then, Harry came bounding into view, dressed in all black, duffel bag in tow. He leaned in to kiss her, then pulled her into a tight hug, breathing in her perfume, the smell of her hair, everything. Y/N didn’t hug back. She didn’t do anything.

“We don’t have much time.”

“You need to tell me what’s going on.”

Harry rooted through his backpack and pulled out two plane tickets, handing one of them to her. “I bought these an hour after I ran out of my apartment. Our flight leaves in 40 minutes. Grab your things, and-”

She was madder than she had ever been. “Harry, if you don’t stop for two seconds to tell me what the hell is going on, I am going to walk right out of this building and I swear to God I will never talk to you again.”

This was enough to make him stop. He ran his left hand through his hair, bringing it down to rub his face in exasperation. “Fine,” he sighed, speaking gently but hurriedly. “What do you want to know?”

“What are you?”


“What. Are. You. You don’t work for the government like you told me. I already have an idea in my head of how you make your living and if you tell me you’re anything different from what I think you are I’m going to need some serious convincing.”

He sighed. He looked at her face, so pained and…disappointed. He hated himself for doing this to her. “Okay, okay,” he whispered, looking over his shoulder to make sure nobody was within hearing range. “People call it different things, but I guess you might call me a hit man. People pay me to kill other people off.”

Y/N felt sick. She honestly thought she might throw up. Her heart surged with anger, and it took everything in her not to spit in his face. Her furious eyes searched his, praying that this was all a joke or a dream or anything other than the reality she had found herself swept away in. “I have no idea who you are. I cannot believe I wasted four months of my life on a figment of my imagination. You are not even close to the person you made me think you were.” She reached to pick up her suitcase, but Harry grabbed her arm, fast as lightning.

“I wanted to tell you,” he continued. Y/N tore her arm from Harry’s grip, but she didn’t try to run away again. She decided she was going to get her answers. “I was just scared you’d hate me. That you’d react…well, exactly like this.” He reached a hand up to the back of his neck, the smooth eloquence with which he usually spoke completely gone in Y/N’s presence.

Y/N was crying now. “Well how the fuck else was I supposed to react? What did you expect?” she shouted. “Bonnie and Clyde?”

“Keep your voice down!” Harry hissed. “You’re going to get us both killed.”

“Oh, well maybe I should keep screaming then,” Y/N said, knowing she was on the brink of a complete meltdown. “Sounds like me being killed would be doing you a huge favor!”

Harry froze. “Y/N, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please, Harry. I’m not stupid. My psychotic ex-boyfriend comes barging into your apartment demanding the money he paid to you, a hit man, saying ‘I’m going to end her myself?’ He was talking about me. He hired you to kill me.” Harry was silent. “Just admit it, Harry. Don’t be a coward for once in your life and just say it.”

Harry’s face went slack. His entire body went slack. He felt like he was going to faint. “I…Okay. It’s true.” Y/N whimpered like a sick puppy, and this sound indicative of her heart breaking shook Harry to his core. “But! Y/N, please, let me explain.” She swatted tears away from her face, not saying anything. Harry took this as his cue to go on. He realized that he was running out of time, but he didn’t care. He loved her, and she deserved to know the truth. “The night we met, I had every intention of killing you. But it took about two minutes with you before I realized that I could never, ever bring myself to do it. I knew within two minutes of knowing you that I was going to love you. And I was right, Y/N, because I do love you.”

A quiet sob left Y/N’s lips. She was doing her best not to attract a crowd, but she had never felt so violated in her life. Their entire relationship had been built on a lie. She had fallen in love with a complete and utter stranger. “Don’t tell me you love me when you don’t love anything on this fucking planet.”

“Y/N, that isn’t true! The night we met, I sure as hell wasn’t planning on falling in love. Until I met you, I was a sociopath.”

“You still fucking are,” Y/N sneered, reaching down to pick up her suitcase once more. “God, I cannot believe I actually agreed to meet you here! And I even packed a bag and everything! What is wrong with me? I-”

“Y/N, stop. I promise you that I will give you every single answer you want but only after we’re out of the country. Please. Just pick up your suitcase, and take your ticket, and come with me. I need you.” And he meant it. Jack had for sure found out Harry’s name by now. There was no point to running from the authorities that were surely after him right at that moment if he wasn’t going to be running with Y/N by his side.

“I can’t leave with you! I have a life here, an honest, real, life. How dare you even ask me that!”

Harry was panicking. He needed to be in the security line. “Y/N, please.”

“No.” She wiped a tear from her face, still sick to her stomach. “But you need to go. Jack is psychotic and he has ways of getting what he wants. There are people after you right now, I’m sure of it.”



He looked at her, over at the security line, and then back to her. He heaved a heavy sigh, then leaned in to kiss her, more passionately than he ever had in his entire life. Y/N knew she shouldn’t, but she kissed him back. She was the first to pull away, putting her hands on either side of his face. She repeated again, “Go.”

And so he did. He swung his duffel bag over his shoulder and walked through the security line. Y/N watched him the whole time, tears spilling out of her eyes. She watched as he got to the security officer checking his boarding pass, but even though she couldn’t hear their exchange, something about the way the two were interacting gave her a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly, two security officers rushed him from the back, each seizing an arm on either side of his body. Without thinking, Y/N bolted forward, running as fast as she could towards Harry.

“Harry!” she cried out, her eyesight completely obstructed with tears.

“No!” Harry shouted as a third security officer grabbed ahold of Y/N’s arms, pinning them behind her back.

“Do you know this man?” the officer demanded. “His name was put on the no-fly list yesterday.”

“I-” Y/N looked over at Harry, who was vehemently shaking his head to say no, no, no, please do not tell that man you know who I am. It was already bad  enough that Harry was going to be carried away for the rest of his life. He would never forgive himself if Y/N got caught up in it too. “No,” Y/N finally said, and the man loosened his grip on her arms. “Never met him.”

“Get out of here, miss,” the guard said. It seemed like everyone in the entire terminal was staring at Y/N and Harry. Y/N took one last look at Harry as he mouthed I love you to her, his face the most clear picture of distress and pain Y/N had ever seen. She turned around, dragged herself over to where her suitcase was, and picked it up in time to see four armed, uniformed police officers round the corner. It took every ounce of her being not to run over and plead with them to be gentle with him, but she knew she had to keep moving. She ducked her head and walked, as fast as she could, away from the terminal to the airport’s exit.

The image of Harry mouthing I love you played on a ceaseless repeat in Y/N’s head. As she walked out of the airport, tears streaming down her cheeks, she swore she could physically feel her heart crush. Because she knew–no, she was sure–that she still loved him. She probably always would.

A/N: Hi friends!! I think this is gonna conclude this mini-series. I absolutely loved writing it and all of your sweet messages asking me to continue of course made me so happy! I wanted to leave it up to your interpretation to decide what happens to Harry at the end. If you liked part 3 or any other part of the series or if you have any feedback whatsoever, feel free to drop a message in my ask letting me know!!<3

nekonotaishou  asked:

There is a TV program here in the US called "Rocky Mountain Vet" and it's about this vet clinic in Colorado called Planned Pethood Plus, that, among other things, is known for it's reduced costs and for offering payment plans. The intro to the show states that they staff "a battle-hardened staff of 30", and I have seen them do things such as take in a surrendered animal that an owner could not afford to treat, treat it, and get it adopted out. Your analysis of the article about the shelter (cont

(cont) that closed down due to not enough funding makes me curious as to how this clinic, and its side branches in other parts of the world (they have a branch in Mexico, apparently) keep operating. They do seem to have A LOT of clients, so might that be it? The head vet is often saying that he wants to help the less well off enjoy the benefits of pet ownership, though  that goes against the philosophy that if you cannot afford a pet you should not have it. What do you think of this?

Sorry for the late reply, but I wanted to wait until I had enough time to provide a proper response.

The clinic I was discussing, which is facing closure, is here.

Now, I can’t tell you how Planned Pethood Plus operates, because it’s on the other side of the world from me, but I can tell you how successful charity practices local to me operate, broadly speaking, so you can compare and contrast.

The Lort Smith Animal Hospital is my best example. They are a charity clinic and animal shelter that operates with 60+ vets, has multiple wards and recently expanded its hours of operation to be able to provide 24 hour care. It has its foibles, all workplaces do, but the clinic consistently goes from strength to strength.

The Lort Smith operates as a veterinary business first, and charity second. It has many years of practice melding the two, but it pays its staff, it takes care of them and if you took the shelter side and charity away, it would still stand strong on its own.

Part of this is because the Lort Smith has not engaged in a ‘race to the bottom’ in terms of pricing. (Their fees are listed here, online). Their pricing is pretty average for Melbourne (their standard consults are actually dearer than my workplace, but emergency is cheaper), but their discounts and payment plan options are where they become more affordable for those in genuine financial hardship. Those that do not need the discount pay full price and support the good work that the clinic does, while there is more wiggle room to work with cases that do need more payment flexibility. (Most charitable donations go to the shelter side.)

But they do get paid. If an animal has an owner, they don’t do much for free. They will utilize discounts and payment plans to make the care as affordable as possible, and they’re a large enough hospital to be able to do this effectively, but they will get paid eventually. They’re generally not giving services away.

What they will not do, for financial and ethical reasons, is accept a surrender of an animal that needs lots of treatment, fix it up as a stray, and adopt it back to the original owners. This is because it’s an ethical minefield, but sometimes the decision will be made not to treat, and to euthanise instead, which is exactly the nightmare you might expect it to be.

So with this model they can both run their shelter, and their vet clinic, to great success because they’re not giving away services for free, or universally discounting their services across the board, and they can afford to pay all their staff well. They provide high quality veterinary medicine too, with a steadily increasing range of services able to be offered.

There is a smaller shelter near me which also has a vet clinic, but it does not follow this model. It provides basic veterinary services at a reduced cost to everyone, regardless of any proof of need requirements. It’s always busy, but it’s unable to adequately manage medical or surgical cases that require little more than vaccines and desexing. Anything that even wiffs of being difficult gets referred elsewhere, usually to us.

To use a metaphor, their veterinary engine is running on the smell of an oily rag. It’s organised primarily be ‘animal loving volunteers’ and not by veterinarians.

The most frustrating things about this model to me are:

  • Seeing people with very nice cars and expensive purebreed dogs use the shelter vet because they are ‘cheap’ and claiming their patronage supports the shelter, which it does not do.
  • It (actively) encourages the general public to see other clinic’s fees as ‘exorbitant’ when they are really reasonable, which devalues veterinary services across the board.

As for your last question, which I will re-quote to prevent scrolling up:

The head vet is often saying that he wants to help the less well off enjoy the benefits of pet ownership, though  that goes against the philosophy that if you cannot afford a pet you should not have it. What do you think of this? 

There are lots of situations where pet owners could afford treatment, just not this week/paycycle and having discounts and payment plans available helps these people out in their current situation. This is how the Lort Smith is able to help so many people.

I think if you are budgeting for a pet, you would ideally be budgeting with typical and average prices and keeping charities as your backup plan, not intending to use charity services all the time as your first option. It’s perfectly fine to shop around, but I would not recommend jumping straight into a safety net as your first plan. There is a greater risk in under-budgeting that over-budgeting anyway.

There’s certainly a lot to talk about, but my guess would be that large charity clinics which are able to grow and expand operate on something more like the Lort Smith model.

Yeah, I’ll just….pay four bucks to watch Camp Camp.

Because there’s nowhere I can watch it for free.