i don’t have a flatulent pet fetish or anything but really long back i rested my head on the swivel for a moment which smoldawg with the softest fur was on, and it softly blew away on my head. best fleek-flatulent buddy moment in my continuously fleeting life.
also briefly worked at a pet grooming place where i would wash dawgs of all sizes and breeds. i once bathed a huge ass pug(?) that was surprisingly calm and kind. those chihuahuas loved my company man. not to mention was so carried away i kissed someone’s dawg turning its head like it knew i was ridiculous, slowly looking away from me while i held dawg upright. just priceless. well one time i was so euphoric by myself and held my hand out for it to take a shit on when a precious pup was doing a fuming shower poo, cutest experience i had before i got fired. i also encountered the nicest cat i’ve ever seen, melting into my lap while i massage-groomed it.
best countryside memory was when i had a confused button cake topper frog i brought over from a different thick of heat in the arborsculptural province, the zap felt good. this was in korea, from one countryside to the next and shit i really became one with nature when i was there. put him in an open bowl giving it the royal mock edge headstart quick flicking momentum what with its lightness and inclined willingness before the flush calling in store for it and utterly flipped like a rad toss in midair repeatedly doing feathered 360s until it ever so clicked its body above to the water and immediately started swimming across professionally and freely in the landform. that’s why i like frawgs but i never exactly considered myself an animal person. i think sometimes i just observe things and that doesn’t exclude animals.
used to hate slugs but i saw the juiciest greenest baby worm there, got to pick it up to feel it and i mean the kinda green that’s the “fresh springy divine” in all its glory; the kinda /green/ that makes me want to sing in the creature’s girth of the soul choir, making me second ravel my negative neuroevocative flashbacks permanently intertwined with keen dread that seemed nearly fragile in those very moments. i think if they did an animal prank on me i’d believe it
