i really hope nintendo added this very specific animation of eevee on purpose, because if you know a little fun fact about animal behaviour then it makes it approximately one dkjfhgillion percent better.

quite often, you’ll see dogs doing something like this with their front paws. they pick it up and wave it at you. sometimes they even hit you by accident! but they aren’t trying to hurt you, oh no. quite the opposite. see, when you regularly pet a dog, it starts to learn the motion you do. if you treat the dog well and it starts to love you, then it will sometimes perform this jerky smacking motion with its paw. this is a dog’s best approximation of petting, and sometimes when you go to pet it, it will do it in an attempt to return the favour. cats also do this, although not as often, because cats are just like that.

long story short: eevee is attempting to pet you back, because it loves you.

this is just something i noticed, and it might not be anything. but i really hope that this was intentional on nintendo’s part, because it’s an adorable little addition to the game!

If there’s one thing I know about people, it’s that they love spiders!

Of all a deer’s senses, their eyesight is the worst. 

IT DOESN’T HELP THAT THOSE ARE POSSUMS WHO ALSO HAVE TERRIBLE EYESIGHT. XD SO BOTH CREATURES DIDN’T REALIZE WHAT WAS WHAT UNTIL THE LAST MINUTE I’M DYING. 

everyone in this forest is so confused and I love them

im a simple girl.. i see book, i buy book, i let book sit on my shelf for months unread

I threw a dog on the ground today 😭😭😭

I am embarrassed by how hard this made me laugh.

…..does this mean cat people hurl cats at the ground?

you just kind of… open ur arms and they sort themselves out. if you try and place them down they get mad and wiggle and make everything worse

some friends of mine have the most un-cat-ish cat i have ever met

my quintessential example of this:

i was holding him in my arms petting him while we were picking out what games to play that night. when we’d decided on a few, i needed to put the cat down in order to, you know, carry boxes. so i started letting him down, expecting that he’d eventually do the cat hop thing… but he never did.

i ended up lowering him all the way to the floor. and even then he never got his feet under him. i just sort of… plopped him down on his side as he stared up at me like a betrayed sack of flour.

I saw this so clearly in my mind and I’m never going to stop laughing at betrayed sack of flour.

He wasn’t done being held!!!

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“Boys like him didn’t die; they got bronzed and installed outside of public libraries.” -Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves

Reworked and finished this doodle from over a year ago :)

[Image Description: A digital drawing of Gansey from The Raven Cycle Series on a solid light blue background. Gansey is a teenager with a light skin and short light brown or blonde hair. He is looking off to the right wearing glasses, a dark 3 piece suit, and a red tie. He’s right hand is moving his hair out of his face, and his left hand is in his pocket./end id]

Pavlov had it all wrong

I am a single adult human living in a house with two corgis. Got Girldog from a shelter when she was about a year, year and a half old maybe; got Boydog a few years later as an 8-week puppeh. And let me tell you something, from Day One, this has been a three-way psychological experiment. I no longer know who is manipulating who on a daily basis.

I suspect I’ll be adding more of these as the three of us continue to train each other.

When my pet rat was young, I had to train her to not try to eat ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING, like my shirt while I’m wearing it and she’s sitting on my shoulder. Before I got to this point, I managed to train her to get into the cage when we got near it by giving her a piece of popcorn, which she would then take to a safe spot on the cage to eat it.

For the “don’t eat my shirt” training (and house-training too), whenever she tried to eat something she shouldn’t eat (or peed/pooped anywhere not in the cage), I would immediately pick her up, tell her “NO”, and take her back to the cage and not give her the popcorn like I normally would. She caught on within a week or two regarding what she shouldn’t chew on and where it was okay to go to the bathroom.

And then she started chewing on my shirt again. But it wasn’t really chewing, per se. She would grab my shirt with her teeth, pull like she would if she was trying to get a piece to eat, and then I’d take her right back to the cage like usual. Except sometimes I’d be lazy and not take her to the cage, I’d just say “no” and push her away a bit. And she’d do it again.

That’s right, MY PET RAT TRAINED ME to take her back to the cage when she tugged on my shirt, because she would get bored of sitting on my shoulder or running around on my bed and want to go home.

When my dog was a puppy, she used to play with her water bowel when it was empty, which would make a lot of noise, so I’d get up and fill it so she’s stop doing that. She very quickly taught herself to play with the water bowl when it needed refilling, and then to actually bring us her food or water bowl when it was mealtimes.

We have cats now, and we wait to feed them until they’re not meowing or bugging us so that they don’t harass us about food (at least until we’re actually doing the mealtime thing).

But my dog still does the food bowl thing, and as my dog has a much better handle on when meal times actually are this is a nice reminder to me. She’s an old lady now, though, so if she’s napping or comfortable she sometimes won’t bother to grab her bowl and get my attention until she’s actually ready to get up.

One of my cats figured out that bugging her makes her get up, and that when she gets up she sometimes gets her food bowl, and when she gets her food bowl I initiate ‘feed the pets’ time. So sometimes he’ll just start meowing insistently and wrapping himself around her and following her from room to room on the off chance it will make dinner happen sooner.

This is how my cat learned to beg my dog for food.

Do you ever just remember that Neil was required to go to tutoring every week and he never describes that at all, not once in three whole books? We don’t even know the name of the poor bastard who had to attempt to get Neil to actually focus on his work