Meet our furry better halves

[lovecraft68]

Mister party pooper here, reporting for duty (doody).

All fun and right brained people please ignore and move on, or write something impassioned pointing out how non-fun I am. Left brained people, either check my grammar or write something scholarly debating whether right-v-left brained concepts are legitimate or not.

With photo search being what it is, think twice before posting the same photo that you might post in “real” (or at least, identity known) life. Same for words or word combinations (names+breeds+Detail combinations) that reduce the possible population from 6 billion down to just a few. Same general advice, btw to a few of our most regular regulars here who routinely share enough details that a “biggest fan” type could use to look for you.

Thank you. Please proceed.

On topic but intentionally vague: I have two dogs rescued from the pound and a cat adopted from a “rescue”, although it may have been a “cat lady” calling herself a rescue. We’re not sure. Each will do anything for a belly, behind the ear, or lower back rub. Two of the three permutations will fall asleep resting their head on another. Haven’t been without a dog and/or cat in a long long time.

Good warning, but no application to me, I don't do social media other than a twitter account and that's under a pen name, nothing under my real name.

If anyone wants to look for me because they're a fan, I'd be happy to say hello in person.

If anyone wanted to find me because they don't like my ragging on the LW stories or bashing woman hating asshole, well then...

I'd be even happier to say hello.

 

[litfan10]

Mister party pooper here, reporting for duty (doody).

All fun and right brained people please ignore and move on, or write something impassioned pointing out how non-fun I am. Left brained people, either check my grammar or write something scholarly debating whether right-v-left brained concepts are legitimate or not.

With photo search being what it is, think twice before posting the same photo that you might post in “real” (or at least, identity known) life. Same for words or word combinations (names+breeds+Detail combinations) that reduce the possible population from 6 billion down to just a few. Same general advice, btw to a few of our most regular regulars here who routinely share enough details that a “biggest fan” type could use to look for you.

Thank you. Please proceed.

On topic but intentionally vague: I have two dogs rescued from the pound and a cat adopted from a “rescue”, although it may have been a “cat lady” calling herself a rescue. We’re not sure. Each will do anything for a belly, behind the ear, or lower back rub. Two of the three permutations will fall asleep resting their head on another. Haven’t been without a dog and/or cat in a long long time.

Thanks j. As OP I really should have said something like this at the beginning.

I did think about the potential 'reveal' when I was naming my babies but I am at an interesting point in my life.

I'm really not writing professionally at all so I can't panic any editors/publishers with my erotic sideline.

My kids know about my erotic writing as does my significant other - hell, I met her here.

I'm not teaching anymore so again no panicking dept heads.

As for my boss, I own my own business so no concerns there.

I ditto fans/readers as per lovecraft.

I also have zero web presence.

I'm good, but other wonderful people here please be careful sharing personal info - it's a crazy world out there.

 

[litfan10]

https://i.chzbgr.com/full/9067965184/h02BCA94B/meme-of-a-cat-sitting-on-a-human-skeleton

That was me a little while ago. I fed all the fur lunch and was settling to dig into lunch when Eddie jumps on my chest, settles against my left arm, grabs my right hand and pulls it into his chest holding it and goes to sleep for an hour. Cute, but my left arm went numb.

 

[litfan10]

We have 5 dogs right now, 3 110lb+ mutant Labradors, Nanook, Chinook, and Sitka, who are allegedly hubby's gun dogs, but treat me like their personal possession and won't let anyone come near me on pain of, well, pain, Benny the Golden Spanador, who hasn't figured out how to swim yet so jumps in the pool and swims down to the bottom, from where someone has to rescue him; the little doofus has to wear a flotation aid, while all the neighborhood dogs sit around and laugh at him, and Inuk the Newfoundland juvenile who already weighs 130lbs and like to lean on me just to watch me fall over.

The fur-babies keep me endlessly entertained, Benny especially, as he lives in a kind of permanent Eden; yesterday never happened, tomorrow doesn't exist, only today is real; what that means is he never remembers where his food bowl is, and I have to hand feed him because when I call him for dinner he runs off into the garden and starts looking for food under the bushes...

That's not a bunch of dogs - that's a freaking defense line for an American football team.

Benny sounds adorable!

 

[Lori_the_Hoosier]

That's not a bunch of dogs - that's a freaking defense line for an American football team.

Benny sounds adorable!

Benny is an adorable little sweetheart; midway between Lab and Cocker Spaniel in size, he's inherited all of the pedigree Lab good looks and none of its brains, and a large portion of the Spaniel scatterbrained silliness, but he's still the loveliest little pooch on the planet. Hubby adores him, he thought at first that with the spaniel/lab genes he'd make a good gun-dog, but oh how wrong he was; he has all that 'I'm here and alert, oh master just tell me...oh look, a butterfly, must catch it...' attitude, so we just leave him to his own devices, and the big three keep him battened down.

Back in England, Benny was the only dog to live in the house; he was my pet, a rescue dog, the three labs are working dogs, acquired solely for the purpose of training into gun-dogs, and hubby always said only a fool makes a pet out of a working dog, so they lived in the barn.

The three Labs are really the result of a failed breeding experiment; the breeder in Nova Scotia was trying to back-breed or reverse engineer the Labrador to recover the St John's Water Dog, one of the ancestor breeds of the Labrador, now extinct, he failed, and our three are the result. The have the heft of their St. John's/Newfie ancestry, they weigh something over 110lbs each, and they're stong as oxes, and all three of them stand at something like 67-72 cm (between 26"-28") at the shoulder; they look just like Labradors, just 10% over scale, they're massive, and can be very intimidating if they think anyone's getting too close to me or raises their voice near me. They're really Will's dogs, they're his properly field-trained gundogs, and his is the only voice they'll obey, but they also know who feeds them, they're not stupid, so they also worship the Food Goddess - me.

 

[Bramblethorn]

With photo search being what it is, think twice before posting the same photo that you might post in “real” (or at least, identity known) life. Same for words or word combinations (names+breeds+Detail combinations) that reduce the possible population from 6 billion down to just a few. Same general advice, btw to a few of our most regular regulars here who routinely share enough details that a “biggest fan” type could use to look for you.

Good reminder. Also be mindful of background details; it's surprising how little it can take to localise a photo.

 

[jsmiam]

https://i.chzbgr.com/full/9067965184/h02BCA94B/meme-of-a-cat-sitting-on-a-human-skeleton

That was me a little while ago. I fed all the fur lunch and was settling to dig into lunch when Eddie jumps on my chest, settles against my left arm, grabs my right hand and pulls it into his chest holding it and goes to sleep for an hour. Cute, but my left arm went numb.

God, that’s hilarious. And a daily experience for me. My cat lies down, head using my forearm as a pillow.