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I absolutely adore these kinds of dogs. Bulldogs and pugs specifically. They're just so cute and wrinkly. But everything mentioned above is precisely the reason why I will never ever own one.
The squash-nosed breeds like French Bulldogs and English bulldogs are the result of extreme selective breeding in the 1800s, when "dog fancy" became a rich-person hobby in Europe. The more eXtReMe your dog was, the more attention it would garner from the dog show judges.
If you look at the evolution of the English Bulldog, for example, they used to look like this:
They were athletic dogs. They had to be since they were used in the cruel "sport" of bull-baiting (having dogs attack a bull for the amusement of the masses).
The historic French Bulldog were initially runty bulldogs, used for ratting or as pets, who looked like this:
Whereas this poor creature is a champion English bulldog today:
Here is a comparison of bulldog skulls from (left to right) 1910, 1960, and the 1980s:
And this was a breed that ALREADY had been altered wildly and to its detriment by the 1910s!!
Brachycephalic (flat-muzzled) breeds like the modern English bulldog, French bulldog, and pug, were sculpted by intensive selective breeding into something that might delight humans, but which destroyed the dogs' health. Something as simple as breathing can be a struggle. Please watch the video above to learn about the science of "why." Here is comment under the video that caught my eye:
Brachycephalic dogs (especially pugs) are also prone to ocular proptosis . . . meaning their eyes can pop out of their sockets due to their shallow eye sockets and lack of a muzzle.
Please do not support breeding / trendiness of brachycephalic dogs. It is cruel. If you simply must have one, then go to a rescue group.
Showing Off - Riverdale
Archie pinning x Fem!reader
Serpents x reader
Northside x reader
Warnings: none
Word count: 706
Summary: Archie always showing off for you his neighbor. Not knowing you're a Serpent, dating one, and basically like Fp’s little girl.
Authors Note: I put it as Riverdale because I didn’t feel it played with any character enough to put at the top.
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“Does he always do that?” Betty asked as her and Veronica watched out y/n’s bedroom window. They were currently having a sleepover but Archie and some of the Bulldogs were playing football out in the street.
“Yup.” Y/n let out a frustrated sigh as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail.
“Wow, Archie Andrews being a show off.” Veronica said amused as she to watched the redheaded boy.
“He never stops.” Y/n stated shaking her head as she glanced out the window for a second.
“Do you know why?” Betty questioned moving to sit across from y/n on the bed.
“I think he likes me, but if he knew anything about me. He wouldn’t.” She told them shaking her head. It had been going on for months at this point.
“Why do you say that?” Veronica tilted her head at Y/n’s statement. Confused about what she meant by it.
“I’m a Serpent Veronica. Archie hates the Serpents. And besides, I’m dating Sweet Pea.” Y/n shrugged and gave them a tight lipped smile, but it became real at the mention of Sweet Pea.
“I will say I love Archie and he’s a good guy but, Sweet Pea treats you like a princess.” Betty smiled at Y/n. Betty had known Archie forever but she had firsthand witnessed how Sweet Pea treats her friend in their relationship. And even Betty didn’t think Archie could treat her that good.
“Correction. He treats you like a Queen.” Veronica smiled coming around to sit on the bed with the both of them.
Y/n smiled widely at their comments. “Plus with all the beef going on between the bulldogs and the Serpents. It’d be worse once he knew FP treats me like a daughter.”
“FP treats you better than my father treats me.” Veronica admitted letting out a sigh that had frustration and sadness in it.
“Sorry V.” Betty rubbed her friend's upper arm.
“No worries. Hey, do you think FP could honorarly adopt me too?” Veronica asked y/n jokingly.
“I mean if you ask.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders but they all started laughing, not being able to hold it anymore.
It was only a week later at a game for the school that the girls along with y/n and Toni noticed Archie doing it again. Watching.
“He’s doing it again.” Veronica noted nudging the y/h/c-ed girl scooted next to her on the bleachers.
“This is just sad to watch.” Betty said watching the boy she grew up with, with squinted eyes.
“Sweet Pea’s going to be here soon. And for the record this is fun to watch.” Toni interjected as she sat down next to them. She found Archies actions to be quite entertaining much like Veronica but for different reasons.
“Once he sees the back of my jacket he’ll stop.” Y/n nodded, taking a hand full of popcorn from Toni. Y/n made sure to wear her Serpents jacket tonight. This needed to stop.
“Hey, babe.” Sweet Pea greeted kissing her on the cheek. Toni scooted over fromY/n so Sweet Pea could sit down next to her.
“Hey.” Y/n greeted Sweet Pea before he could sit down she stood to hug him, making sure her jacket faced the field as she did so.
“And he noticed.” Betty pointed out as the couple sat down.
“Wow.” Veronica shook her head with wide eyes. “Men.” she scoffed, as they all watched the attraction Archie had to Y/n leave him as he saw her jacket.
“What are they talking about?” Sweet Pea asked leaning in to whisper in Y/n’s ear.
“Nothing.” Y/n answered but she could tell he didn’t believe it. So Y/n turned a tiny bit to face him with her body, grabbing his hand bringing it to her lips. “Trust me Pea. If it was something worth telling, I’d tell you.”
“She would.” Betty stated in agreement.
Toni knew problems would only get worse if Sweet Pea knew exactly what they were talking about. “You or FP would be the first to know.”
And it was true but let's just hope Archie had the sense to not ever bring it up.
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Bully breeds like protecting others, are smarter than most people realize, and need to have jobs. We have two bully-breed dogs: The older one, Frida, guards my brother while he sleeps, breaks up fights between the other dogs (sometimes by getting between the instigators and not moving) and sings a reprimand at us if we stay out too late. By “sings,” I mean she vocalizes in an extended trill that communicates meaning clearly through tone, a little like a song. Each sequence of tones has a clearly expressed meaning, and she will even repeat a sequence (or phrase, I suppose) if no-one responds. She almost never barks. The younger bully breed, a pit bull/boxer mutt named Daisy, plays gently with our older, weaker terrier Jack and alerts us if Jack has a seizure coming or if he’s not feeling well. She is also the only living thing that gets to stay in the kitchen when someone is cooking, because she watches from a distance and doesn’t beg. She seems to be trying to understand cooking, and sometimes even ignores the food in favor of watching us clean up. Bully breeds are awesome.
Sergeant Stubby, so named for his lack of a tail, was a stray pitbull found wandering Yale campus by some soldiers there during drill.
"He learned the bugle calls, the drills, and even a modified dog salute as he put his right paw on his right eyebrow when a salute was executed by his fellow soldiers."
He was smuggled into WW1 by a soldier, and allowed to stay when he saluted the man who would later become his commanding officer.
He was sent to the trenches where he was under constant enemy fire for over a month. He was wounded in the leg by a German hand grenade, sent to a hospital to convalesce, then returned to the front lines…
After being wounded in a gas attack, Stubby developed such a sensitivity that he would run and bark and alert the other soldiers of incoming gas attacks AND artillery attacks precious seconds before they occurred, saving countless lives. A canine early warming system.
He would go into no man’s land, find wounded men, shouting in English, And stay with them, barking, until medics arrived.
He once captured a German spy. The spy, mapping out Allied trenches, tried to call to Stubby, but Stubby got aggressive and then chased down and attacked the spy when he attempted to flee, allowing Allied soldiers to capture him.
For this he was awarded the rank of Sergeant- the first dog to do so.
After helping the Allies retake Château-Thierry in France, Sergeant Stubby was sewn a uniform by the women of the town, on which to wear his many medals.
He went on to meet multiple Presidents, dignitaries and ambassadors and become the mascot of Georgetown University football.