Please signal boost this for anyone that owns a dog, works with dogs or knows someone with a dog, this is SO IMPORTANT.

A lot of dog owners give their dogs peanut butter. It’s great as a treat given in small quantities and most dogs love the stuff. But PLEASE check the ingredients before giving it to your dog. There is a sweetener called XYLITOL, often found in chewing gum, dental hygiene products and it can also be purchased as a sweetener itself, and now they’ve started putting it in some peanut butters. It is EXTREMELY TOXIC to dogs and can be potentially fatal if not dealt with immediately when ingested by a dog. Check the ingredients, if XYLITOL is mentioned then PLEASE DO NOT FEED IT TO YOUR DOG! If you suspect your dog has ingested XYLITOL, which can often happen through dogs finding chewing gum in bags (they like the smell of mint), or if they do happen to have peanut butter containing it, call your vet straight away. I’m a dog trainer, I see lots of goods, but I also see the bads, and the last thing I want to see is dogs coming to harm because people are unaware of this so please if there’s one thing you do then reblog this or at least tell people about it. Thank you so much!

http://www.snopes.com/critters/crusader/xylitol.asp

THIS IS 100% LEGIT. Xylitol can cause a HUGE surge of insulin in dogs and in higher doses is toxic to their livers. Three grams of xylitol can kill a 65lb dog.

jester. 

           What answer had he expected? One like this, of course. Mathias hadn’t really expected that his offer of assistance would be accepted. (Of course, if it had been, he would have done everything in his power to ensure that he helped –– even if it was just in some small way.) Still, that didn’t mean that he is going to give up and just leave; that isn’t in his nature. He always does his best to help people, even if they were deemed a ‘hopeless case’ by most others. He himself had been deemed that by others; he knows the pain it brings, the isolation. 

       ❝ …That doesn’t mean I can’t try, right? ❞ He sits down next to the Jester, blond head tilting to the side as he speaks. He wasn’t to do something, anything to help –– but he doesn’t know what is acceptable.

          Maybe his presence is unneeded, maybe it is annoying –– but he isn’t just going to leave. His heart ached for those in pain. It is impossible for him to just leave anyone in a sate such as this one; if he were to even try and do so, he knows it would plague him. (The world is cruel, he knows, but if he can help even one soul, that is enough for him.) 

Try?...

... Try?

The Jester had never heard of such a word before- to try and help him? Was he worth so much to this stranger that they were willing to help? A stranger of all people. Even the Doctors said he was uncurable.

                 The Devil had grasped him, and refused to                             stop whispering in his ears.

Though he is surprised at your offer and even at your willingness to stay- he does not believe he is capable of being saved... Your company is preferable though.

Jett cannot stop himself from shaking but... He also cannot stop the small smile that graces his lips.

      “I-I cannot be helped... B-But that doesn’t mean I-I don’t want your company...”

jester .

       Concern adorns pale features, delicate brows furrowing slightly as worry rises in Mathias’ chest. He hates, hates, hates to see people in pain –– he always has. He can all but feel it, almost like an ache in his own chest, a hollow throb that threatens to devour everything that it touches. Desperately, he wants to help, but he doesn’t know how.

        The first thing that comes to mind is the every-present question of ‘are you all right’ –– though, Lord knows that this answer is far more than evident just from looking. Instead, he crouches beside the Jester, fingers hovering over the other’s form (he is afraid to touch them, lest he make things worse). 

     ❝ …Can I help? ❞ Quietly, quietly, he speaks, voice almost uncertain. Was it his place to ask? He doesn’t know, but he just wants to help.

A gasp inhales through his dry throat, seemingly catching in his lungs and squeezing despite the fact he exhales mere moments later. He can’t seem to stop the ringing within his ears and his hands come to clench at his legs, tightening himself despite his obvious inability to control his breathing.

                 Can I help?

                       No. Get away. Get away. Go away. I don’t need you                      I don’t want help, I’m not fucking useless I can do this                            Haha... Who are you kidding?

                       Y̜̣̬o͙̦͖u̜̭͍̗̝͚ ͇a̦̭͈r̻͓̪̮̰e ̯̱a͕l̠̯w̗̩̮̼a̗y͙̙̤͙̠͇s̝͖̫̹͕͈ ̮̭̝u̹̰͓̯̝̭̰s̯̪̟͉el̟͕̟e̩̳̪̖͓ss

He swallows thickly, trying to dampen his scratched throat and failing miserably, eyes peeking up over his knees as he shakes his head. Voice barely reaching over a whisper.

                             “N-Nobody c-can help me...”

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