Icon from a picrew by grgikau. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. The X-Files. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
We had some fog so at 3:30 am Ani and I headed out for a little practice with photos at night. Let’s just say Ani is in her element and the lack of sleep was well worth the fun.
MY BIRD IS SITTING IN THE TOP CORNER OF HER CAGE CALLING MY DOG’S NAME AND ASKING IF HE WANTS A TREAT AND IF HE WANTS TO GO TO OUTSIDE AND HE’S TOO STUPID TO REALIZE IT’S HER SO EVERYTIME SHE SAYS SOMETHING HE LOOKS AT ME LIKE
SHE LAUGHS EVERYTIME TOO AND NOW HE’S JUMPING ON ME AND BARKING AND GETTING MAD AT ME LIKE OLIVER TURN AROUND AND LOOK IN THAT HUGE ASS CAGE AND BEG HER FOR A FUCKING TREAT OR SOMETHING.
NOW SHE ASKED IF HE WANTS TO GO FOR A WALK
SOMEONE HELP.
NO OLIVER, IGNORE ECHO. NO ONE IS HERE
I PROMISE.
I’M 1000% DONE.
“OLI GO CAGE.” NO OLI
DON’T.
GO.
CAGE.
birds straight-up fuckin with other pets is my jam
I’m hoping you can help facilitate a Christmas miracle for me.
My sister in law’s dog has gone missing while we’re all hundreds of miles away for Christmas. His name is Riley and he’s a 6 year old male neutered red and white Basenji. He escaped from a yard near NE Shute Road and Cornell Road in Hillsboro, OR. He’s wearing a blue collar with blue tags and he’s microchipped but the chip is registered to a former owner. I have messaging turned on, if anyone in Oregon spots him.
