pet hotels

June 29, 2017
  1. Cancer

  2. Capricorn
     Hand towel

  3. Taurus

  4. Scorpio
     Ancient city

  5. Virgo

  6. Leo
     UV care goods

  7. Libra

  8. Sagittarius
     Pet hotel

  9. Aries
     Ethnic cuisine

  10. Gemini
     Light blue

  11. Aquarius
     Iced tea

  12. Pisces
     All weather umbrella
My Puppy

Originally posted by rapnamu

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader-First Person View

Genre & Warnings: SMUT, fluff, pet play. 

Word Count: 4,406

NOTE: Pure Filth. Turn back now if you don’t want to see. Turning Tae Tae into my Fuck Puppy (Thanks Anon). Soft femdom. Let me tell you, it was an EXPERIENCE writing this, and I am still not perfectly pleased with it. Mostly because I’m never happy with my own smut writing. I had to do so much research, so google probably thinks I’m freaky naughty af. Which I suppose I am considering I wrote this lol. So, for those that are hardcore into this and think I didn’t portray it well enough, I’m sorry, I tried. And I learned quite a bit about myself, like the fact that if I ever get my hands on someone like Tae, I am so going to try this. Now enjoy, and excuse me as I go drench myself in holy water to cleanse myself of sin. 

“You know, I hate the winter. It reminds me of your cold heart.”

My now ex-boyfriend mutters this line, looking into the snowy sky. He sighs loudly and saunters off, without looking back. What a fucking drama queen. I can’t help but snort as I watch him disappear into the light snowfall, and wonder what movie he got that line from.

Cold heart.

I don’t have a cold heart. He was just a damn bore. He never wanted to do anything but watch movies, and freaked out if I suggested anything besides missionary. I’ve been thinking about breaking up with him for weeks now, but was putting it off because I knew he’d cry. This saved me all the hassle.

Note to self: Don’t date actors.

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anonymous asked:

I work in a hotel for pets where I see all the usual breeds come in. While I have my favorite of what I would call 'common breeds', we have a regular who is an Argentine Mastiff, and I had never heard the breed before meeting her, but I think I'm in love! Just wondering if I lived under a rock, or if this is an uncommon breed (at least in the u.s)

Oh yeah, a Dogo Argentino! I would say they are uncommon. I certainly have never seen one in person, and I imagine if I weren’t so involved with knowing all things dog, I wouldn’t hear about them either. They are actually banned in certain countries like Ukraine, Iceland, Australia, Singapore & the United Kingdom for being ~dangerous~, but they are good dogs™

The Dogo Argentino was created in the 1920s by crossing a whole heck of a lot of breeds. A now extinct breed called the Cordoba Fighting Dog (which was a Mastiff, Bull Terrier, English Bulldog, and Boxer mix) was mixed with Great Dane, Boxer, Spanish Mastiff, Old English Bulldog, Bull Terrier, Great Pyrenees, Pointer, Irish Wolfhound and Dogue de Bordeaux! 

Apps for Service Dog Training

A list of useful apps for those of you who are training your own Service Dogs (or are just looking for some cool apps to help with your SD). I only have an iPhone, and I am unsure if these are on both IOS and Android, however I suspect most of these are or there is at least a similar one. (This will be updated as I find more apps).

- Riley

  • Nagdu - While this app was created for the National Association of Guide Dog Users, it is helpful for anyone with a service dog. It has the entirety of the ADA Service Dog section, individual State Laws, and general guidance with things like hotels, restaurents, and other places of buisness. Free
  • BringFido - This  allows you to find pet friendly hotels, restaurants, parks, beaches, and tons more. You can also book your hotel, look up their pet policy, and use filters to find the hotels that would best fit your dog. Super useful for dogs who are not 100% PA trained and are not protected by state laws - do some training and be a little less anxious about it. Free
  • Pet Coach - App that connects you to dog trainers, vets, and nutritionists if you have questions about troubleshooting problems or ensuring that your pup is maintaining a proper weight. Free
  • iClicker - Self explanatory: Sometimes you forget your clicker in a moment of brain fog or you simply don’t want to bring a physical clicker with you. iClicker is simple - just press the clicker button and have your volume on. Free

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Today, a family member that is small enough to ride on my shoulder has come to my house.
During the times that I can’t look after it, occasionally, I will leave it at the pet hotel, and occasionally, I will leave it in the care of the Kitazono clan. Together with this guy, we will work together [1] * to move forward.
This is the kitten being curious about Kashuu Kiyomitsu.

And so, without any delay, I would like to ask for your advice on how to take care of it.


[1] The phrase that Ryuji uses here is actually “2-nin 3-kyaku” which is a Japanese saying that means “working together”. However, it also literally means “a three-legged race”. In his Tweet, where I’ve placed the ( * ), he follows up on that sentence with, “1 person, 1 pet, three-legged? Five-legged?” xD


I will look after Ryuji-san’s child. [1]


[1] Ryo’s Tweet is written in the tone of someone (usually a babysitter) who has agreed to take care of a parent’s child.

P/S: KJSLFKAKLSHDGLAGA I’m *dying* of adorableness at both Ryuji and Ryo’s Tweets ♥ ♥ ♥ LOL at the kitten’s curiosity over Ryuji’s Kashuu Kiyomitsu sword; baby has good taste :P And, does this also mean that Ryo spent his birthday with Ryuji and Ryuji’s newly adopted child? xD

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*screams so high pitch only dogs can hear it* I’m with the housekeeper! And the policy even if it’s just a hamster. Just don’t. But I hope no one tried sneaking in a hamster the same night the snake was there… -Abby

Happy Hiddle’s Day Time TV.

After the success of the “Happy Hiddle’s Haven Hotel (pets Welcome)”, and its reality TV show, Tom has been asked to host a daytime magazine program.

And here we have a taster of things that could come up.

Chris will be showing us his DIY skills and how to use your mans power tool to best effect. Each week he will guide you through a difficult task and leave you feeling all satisfied as you DIY. to your hearts content.

Chris H, will be taking us through pet care. And in the first program, He will show you how to get the maximum out of your pussies by petting them just the right way.

Tom himself, will be showing you his cooking skills if he can just get that pussy to let him be. My that little lady is persuasive, anyone that can get Tom to hand over his bacon is doing well.

We have a lovely article brought to you by the one and only Seb, on the fun you can have in a British pub, Although Tom swears the local post office is better. Still many of these quaint old places have rooms you can stay in, if you need to rest after a hard days action. 

And finally we have the ever lovely and sensitive, Nathan. he will be dealing with all your personal problem. Ladies bring your problems to this man and he will solve them with no judging or laughing. 


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Always Mine

Some more Rafael to end this fabulous Friday!!! Thank you @yourtropegirl for a magical week. And as always for @svu-stories who inspires me in more ways than she will ever know!!! :)

Mi amor, it’s only for one weekend.”

You hadn’t even so much as looked him in the eye since he came home with the suggestion. Two days and one lazy night in the country (translation New Jersey) held a certain appeal. And he had thought of everything, the lakefront bed and breakfast less than half an hour from a local winery to taste the wares with assorted cheeses. Followed by an excursion to pluck fresh strawberries; a small part of you could already taste the tart juice tinging your tongue. All of it concluding with an Italian dinner at a place so exclusive that there wasn’t even a sign marking the entrance. How he would find it in the car you would have to rent was beside the point. Your dearest most darling husband had an agenda worthy of your profession, your personality.

But for all his intricate planning, one detail had escaped Rafael Barba’s mind.

“Please don’t walk away from me,” he moaned, trailing after you as you angrily dealt with the laundry, not caring if you were balling up his socks the right way or if his shirts were hung in a descending pattern of color coordination.

“And your mother can’t help?” you asked, finally giving him something in the way of an answer if not your eyes.

Mamis got this teacher’s meeting,” Rafael said, reaching for your arm. But you recoiled before his fingers could so much as curl around your wrist.

“So change our plans,” you huffed as you slammed a drawer shut and retreated into the bathroom to run the water and scrub your hands together until he stopped you with a lame joke about scratching the skin away if you kept at it.

“As if you would care,” you said through clenched teeth, just catching a quick glimpse of him in the mirror with sagging shoulders and a weary sigh.

“Of course I care, mi amor,” he insisted. “I planned this for you. You deserve a break. We both do.”

Turning the faucet off sharply and facing him with your hands on your hips, you narrowed your eyes into a tight glare and watched him shrink in the doorway, feeling your nostrils flaring as you spoke.

“And Jingles deserves to be punished because you’re tired?” you challenged, stressing the last word as he released the smallest of laughs. “This is funny to you, Rafael?”

“It is a hotel for pets,” he said. “She’ll have her own little condo.”

“That’s a cute way of saying cage,” you spat back.

“You are so melodramatic sometimes,” he sighed.

“Which is a not so nice way of calling me ridiculous.”

“Keep this up and we’ll get there.”

Your next response came out as little more than a frustrated growl, and you pushed past him, furious that he could be so heartless. Making a beeline for the couch, you fell to your knees and found Jingles hiding under the furniture. You scooped her into your arms to stroke the top of her furry head, whispering into her soft ears.

“Sorry, sweetie,” you soothed. “You just hate to hear Mommy and Daddy fight.”

“Who’s fighting?” Rafael asked, emerging from the bedroom. “I’m not fighting.”

“Someone insults me and that’s what I call it.”

Mi amor…”

He sank to the cushions, ready to run his fingers through your hair when you flinched again. But Jingles maneuvered between the pair of you, bridging the gap as her own version of a peace offering until he settled for playing with her whiskers.

“I love you,” he started. “I love the cat. It would have been ideal if Mami could have taken her—”

“Or just stayed here,” you said, still sulking.

“You… fine. Or just stayed here,” he echoed. “But this place is top notch. The staff seems very caring. There’s even a little camera right outside her kennel. All we have to do is log on to their website, and we can check in as much as you want.”

“What’s that?” you asked. “The Big Brother package?”

“I’m calling it,” he said, rising swiftly and rubbing his hands against his slacks. “You are brilliant and beautiful and being utterly ridiculous.”

“Not in front of the cat,” you warned him as he threw his hands up in the air. “No worries, Rafael. Better I find this out now before we bring a baby home.”

For a second he looked as if he would explode into a litany of words that you would only half understand, but somehow, he kept his voice calm.

“You do realize that our son or daughter will have to go to school. And play dates. And horror of horrors summer camp.”

“I don’t think that this is the same…”

Your words came to a halt as Jingles curled into your cheek, her sandpaper tongue just meeting your skin as you suddenly realized what you were saying, that his points were well made….

…and that maybe you did sound the slightest bit ridiculous as you managed a smile and met his eyes.

“You really think that she’ll be okay?” you asked.

“Only the best for all our babies,” he promised, his hands surrounding your face so he could kiss the tip of your nose and then Jingles in turn.

“I just… I worry about her,” you said. “I’d hate for her to think that we were abandoning her again.”

“Never going to happen on our watch,” Rafael said. “She’s getting even better digs than we are. Plus, daily groomings and all kinds of fun new food.”

“Not that,” you said as your face began to soften under his touch. “If she goes, she goes with a lunchbox and the food that I have selected.”

“Is this you warming up to the idea?” he asked, pressing two fingers under your chin, his mouth just meeting yours as you smiled against the line of his lips.

“This… this is me saying that we’ll check it out. If and only if it’s up to my standards… I’ll consider it.”

Mi amor…”

He started to help you to your feet, his arms almost encircling your waist when you let Jingles climb to your shoulder and pressed one palm to his chest.

“But she better have the best cage… condo in the joint.”

“Whatever the cost,” he promised. “Anything and everything for you.”

No one could accuse the website of false advertising. Stepping through a refurbished wooden door, you took in a state of the art room with pristine floors and wide windows looking out at a patch of private courtyard adorned with fountains and several sorts of flowers. Two member of the staff were already walking and playing with a Boston Bull and a Golden Retriever, and you saw other cats in spacious pens that could accommodate a small child with pillowed shelves and tons of toys.

“Don’t worry; I have your things right here,” you said, bending down to the cat carrier to show Jingles the small purple bag containing her catnip pillow, her yellow ball with a bell—

“And I… I brought this, too.”

From his pocket, Rafael revealed one of his socks that had lost its mate in the laundry, a series of red and silver stripes that Jingles took possession of and would never in a million years relinquish.

“That was sweet of you,” your said, standing to lightly peck his cheek and just noticing the tension in his jawline.

“It is nice here, Rafael,” you continued as a woman in bright blue scrubs and a bouncy blonde ponytail sauntered forward to shake your hands.

“Mr. Barba!” she said. “Great to see you again.”

“Likewise,” he said as he introduced you, and the blonde unzipped the black case to pull Jingles out.

“And hello to you, Miss Jingles,” the woman said. The cat’s eyes were wide for all of an instant, and you feared that Jingles might fly up the walls when she nuzzled her head against the woman’s neck, her purrs harmonizing with the blonde’s gentle voice.

“I hear that this is the first time you’re away from home,” she continued.

“Since we got her,” you confirmed. “I… I can’t help but feel a little nervous.

“Understood, Mrs. Barba,” she said, her hand falling to your shoulder as her voice and her smile began to make you feel more and more at ease. “But we’ll make this a fun vacation for her, too.”

The blonde handled Jingles with a firm but caring hand, walking her around the room so she could get a feel for the space and take in the sight of the other cats seemingly content in their condos. Not one of them so much as hissed, and even as you couldn’t help but bite on your lower lip, you felt yourself leaning into the idea that she would make it through the short stay.

“Where are you going to put her?”

Rafael’s voice cut into your thoughts, and you turned to see him shuffling his feet and fidgeting with his hands in his pockets.

“Here we go,” the blonde said as she stood before an open kennel and set Jingles down on the highest shelf. Her face looked so sad through the thin black bars, and you were on the verge of taking her back and making a run for it when the cat simply curled in a ball and turned her gaze towards the window to watch the puppy dogs play before closing her eyes.

“Wow,” you muttered under your breath, feeling every inch a proud parent as she settled into her surroundings and you linked your arm in Rafael’s. “Good girl.”

“Cats are very adaptable,” the blonde assured you, taking the bag of Jingles’ toys and setting them all down in the tray so she could play whenever the mood struck her. Returning her smile as she latched the door, you decided that maybe it was best to bite the bullet and let your itty-bitty kitty stretch her wings. Or in Jingles’ case the leg leading to the paw that batted at the bar. She started to draw back when Rafael left your side. One of his long fingers inched through the opening, and he tapped his nail near Jingles’ little nose.

“Let me just get the login info so you can peek on her!” the blonde chirped, leaving you alone in the room.

“I think it will be okay,” you said, rubbing Rafael’s back and blowing kisses to the kitty. Trying to take his arm again, you found him frozen to the floor and inched closer to the window in search of his eyes.

“Rafael?” you asked. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he said, quickly kissing your cheek and giving Jingles’ ears one last scratch with his index finger before he finally moved towards the reception area where the blonde was waiting.

“Wait. We…”

“What is it?” you asked.

“The sock should be on the shelf. You know it’s her favorite.”

“Right. I’ll just ask the lady…”

Leaving him alone, you met the blonde and heard her lilting laugh.

“Such a sweet guy,” she said, nodding towards Rafael working the latch to set the sock in its proper place. “You know he checked us our three times before he even made the reservation.”

“He did?” you asked.

“Said we had to rate five stars before he’d even book your trip.”

Which was something that your husband had not shared with you. When you thought that this was the final punctuation mark at the end of the sentence instead of the first stroke of his pen. Which made you feel ridiculous for questioning his love for the cat and any other baby you might bring into your home.

“He is the sweetest guy,” your murmured, determined to show him how much you adored him the second you started sipping wine and suckling strawberries. He definitely deserved the trip and then some, and you walked back to him, to say your goodbyes only to see him shaking his head.


“Rafael? What do you—?”

“I’m sorry. I can’t do…

Avoiding your eyes, Rafael turned to the blonde.

“This won’t work.”

“Mr. Barba, you have one of the best cat condos.”

“I know that. Plus, the cameras. And you seem nothing but kind.”


She said nothing else, and you watched without words as Rafael undid the latch to pick Jingles up, bypassing the cat carrier and tucking her inside his jacket.

“So nothing!” he barked back, rivaling the Boston Bull coming in from the courtyard. “I’m free to change my mind. And I’ll even let you keep the deposit. But I’m not… I can’t leave my cat here and have anything close to a good time.”

Still he failed to meet your gaze, walking out the way you came as you gathered the rest of the toys with a slack jaw and saw the blonde’s eyes stunned as they fixed on the door just slammed shut.

“I didn’t see that coming,” she said.

“No. But I should have.”

Joining Rafael in the rented car that was never going to leave Manhattan, you sat beside him as he kept Jingles close to his chest, his free hand picking at the steering wheel.

“Don’t say it,” he muttered.

“I’m not… what do you think I’m going to say?”

“That I’m ridiculous.”

Because he planned a perfect trip and tried to dot every “I” and cross every “T.” Because he found a place for the cat better than most day cares…

…because when push came to shove he couldn’t let her go.

“Not at all,” you said, winding one arm around his shoulders to kiss his cheeks and then his lips. “Maybe it is going to be a chore to send a little one to camp…”

“I’m not living this down.”

“I don’t want you to,” you said. “I want you like this. Forever. And always mine.”

Slowly, he gave you back his smile, his cheeks flushed as he rested his chin on top of Jingles’ head.

Te adoro, mi amor,” he said, his voice soft and his kiss far more tender. Jingles pawed at your lap and started batting his old sock back and forth as he twirled a lock of your hair in his hand.

“What now?” he asked. “We’re out all this money.”

“I don’t care.”

“We do still have the weekend…”

You retired to your apartment with bottles of inexpensive wine, strawberries from the corner market and Italian that was anything but exclusive from Baraducci’s. To binge watch old M*A*S*H episodes and debate the best version of the ensemble cast until any action on the screen had nothing on the pleasures in his arms.

And as you fell asleep in his embrace with Jingles sticking close to Rafael’s pillow, you knew that you never wanted life any other way.

Pet Hotel Owner!Taehyung

And now, for part 6 of the “First Meet” series, is my bby, my love, my squish Kim Taehyung aka V aka the most precious ball of sunshine as a pet hotel owner bc tae+animals is my weakness~

  • He owns this lil pet hotel right next to campus 
  • Basically while all of the students are in class, they can leave their pets with him so they’re not at home alone  
  • It’s mostly dogs but there are a few cats
  • All of the animals l o v e him
  • He has a few workers with him bc there are quite a few animals but honestly they all prefer him
  • The puppies get so excited when he comes in to check on them, it’s just a mess of wagging tails and happy barks and a giggling Tae bc they’re all crowding around his feet
  • He takes such good care of them their owners never have to worry bc their animals always come back so happy and content
  • He spends like an hour just sitting there brushing out their fur
  • Another two hours goes to just petting and playing with them
  • At one point he lays down to catch his breath bc he’d been running around the room for ten minutes as they all chased him with their lil legs
  • This one puppy who was really shy and spent most of its day watching the others play just crawled up onto his chest and falls asleep on it and the next thing he knows he has like ten puppies passed out on him
  • Your friend leaves her puppy with him a lot and is always telling you how friendly he is and how much her dog loves him
  • She asks you to go pick her dog up one day so she could go pick up food for the two of you (she may have bribed you by saying she’d pay)
  • You walk in and the first thing you see is someone literally rolling around on the floor with one of the dogs
  • You just kinda stand there and wonder how you should react to this bc there’s a full grown man rolling on the floor
  • You finally decide to just clear your throat to get his attention and you expect him to be embarrassed or flustered or have a typical reaction but he just looks up at you casually
  • “Hello! I’m trying to teach this dog how to roll over, wanna help?”
  • You debate doing it but you don’t get a chance to bc then the dog decides to rolls over
  • The guy immediately gives the dog the biggest smile and you’re just like wow
  • He’s actually r e a l l y cute
  • You hadn’t noticed bc you’d been distracted by his confusing yet oddly adorable actions but his face was really nice
  • His eyes seemed to forever smile even if his expression was blank and they were filled were adoration when he looked down at the puppy
  • He finally stands up and dusts off his clothes and then looks at you and you can see just how pretty his eyes are
  • He gives you the same smile he gave to the dog and you’re just about ready to melt 
  • He takes you over to the counter so he can snap into owner mode but like the lil puppy is still following him so he’s trying really hard not to just sit there and coo at it
  • You’re lowkey doing the same bc the puppy’s all fluffy fur and big brown eyes and you really just want to pick it up and hug it
  • He finally asks if you’re here for a pickup or just dropping by to check things out and you have to take a moment to understand how his voice was so deep
  • You tell him you’re picking up your friend’s dog and he just immediately knows which dog it is bc he has each dog and its owner memorized and he’s never once sent the wrong dog home with someone and he plans to keep it that way
  • He leads you back into one of the rooms and you see your friend’s dog along with a few others
  • They all run up to him when he comes in and it’s actually really cute bc that precious smile appears again and you can’t tell who’s happier, the puppies or him
  • He picks up your friend’s dog and kisses its head and its lil tail is going a mile a minute
  • You can’t help but pick up one of the other puppies and it just immediately licks your cheek
  • He gets s o excited and is like “you like dogs too?”
  • Somehow you end up sitting on the floor with two puppies in your lap while you two talk
  • He makes you feel like you two have been friends for years and there’s never an awkward silence
  • He’s also slipping in a few more flirty comments and you’re flirting back bc he’s cute and funny and he gives you his full attention whenever you talk
  • Despite being around dogs all day long, he smells amazing 
  • Just like Hobi, Taehyung’s summer but he’s more of a summer night
  • He’s late night adventures to the local ice cream shop, sitting under the stars and pointing out the things you see in them, walking on the beach when no one else is there, bringing a blanket with you two and just laying in each other’s arms with the sound of the calm waves hitting the sand
  • You eventually get a text from your friend asking where you are and you realize you’d been talking to him for an hour straight
  • You tell him you unfortunately have to go and you really don’t want to and he doesn’t want you to leave either so he walks you to your car  
  • He asks if you’d want to go to dinner with him and obviously you say yes bc he’s a total sweetheart
  • That grin just lights up his face and you have to smile back but before you leave he hugs you and his hugs are so tight but not too tight and you feel like you could easily spend a few hours like that
  • When you get home, you tell your friend you’re picking her dog up from now on and she doesn’t even need to question why bc her plan worked
  • She may or may not have purposefully sent you to pick up her dog bc she knew Taehyung was your type and after talking to him, she knew you were his too
  • She just gives herself a high five as you’re sitting there basically in love
Sickness & Health || Matty Healy Oneshot

Word Count: 2,045
Summary: Matty gets sick with the flu while away on tour, and you are called in by Adam to help tend to him.
Author’s Note: Wrote this at 2am and made myself super happy with how fluffy this gets. Please feel free to send more requests here! Also, be sure to throw in a like or comment if you liked it! I love seeing feedback from you all. Enjoy! 

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TalesFromTheFrontDesk: Thoughts on service animals

I work at a pet free hotel. Our policy is very strict. However, the law is pretty clear as I understand it. If someone has a service animal, then you cannot refuse service for that individual. The thing that really kills me is that you also cannot demand documentation.

I’ve only seen what I believe to be a real service animal one time. However, I have checked in probably a dozen old ladies with their toy sized dogs after they claim that they are service animals. It honestly pisses me off. Just now I checked in an old lady who has stayed at our property before. She let me know that she had her service dog with her but what get’s me is that she also said, “Yeah last time I was here I didn’t have my service animal.” I looked her up. Last time she was here she stayed for a week. In my opinion it is bullshit that the owner of the animal is at liberty to decide when businesses should accommodate her. If you don’t need the dog for 7 days then I think it is safe to say that you don’t need the dog. I’m also curious to know what ailment a ten pound dog can help with.

It just kills me because there are people that choose our property for the sole purpose of it being pet free. Further, of those one dozen times, I once entered a room (at the request of a guest) to find two “service,” Chihuahua’s when only one was registered (this guest also left the property for no short of 7 hours without her dogs) and on three occasions the mention was made, “Well, one of our dogs is a service dog in training.” Ok. So one of your service animals isn’t a service animal then?

I swear to god. There was a post on here one time in which someone was angry about the people that ask, “When is late check out?” Theres is no designated late check out. Like bitch, you’d ask for a late check out even if check out was at 7pm because you just want to feel like you’re getting away with something. I honest to god feel the same way about these fucking “service” Chihuahuas.

What’s everyone else’s thoughts on service dogs?

By: idealbubble


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word count: 2k
rating: teen
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