always had a soft spot for coffee even when she was a little puppy. didn't care if she had a breed, because she was such a lovable dog that you wouldn't really care abt stuff like that. she loves her owners vv much and with those expressive eyebrows she has, it's hard to not be guilty when you don't have anything to give her after a hearty meal. (that's why i lowkey try to take a few more pieces or chicken just for her.)

she's a vv perceptive aspin and i love her alot for that. she's aware if you need comfort. example would be during exams season i would be vv tired from it and would seek comfort from her. she's such a cuddly dog and vv kind. she's fiercely loyal and vv clingy towards us, even though her jealously sometimes results her getting into fights with our other dogs. she just knows how to stand her ground. love her sm!

I never liked dogs growing up, but I made an exception for two dogs who were too lovable to ignore.

We never planned to get any new dogs after the death of our golden retriever, Parsley, 7 years ago. However, one day, my uncle unexpectedly dropped off two Aspins named Bule and Butler. The moment they arrived, they couldn't stop running all over our yard. It was the first time having so much space to run, as they had spent most of their lives in a tiny area in my uncle's living room.

At first, I was very annoyed with them because my quiet nights were now filled with loud barks and the constant sound of running around, as if they never run out of energy.

However, I couldn’t help but try to give the dogs another chance at being loved.

And it was the best decision I ever made. Bule and Butler are both so expressive, each with their own preferences and personalities. Bule, being the more reserved one, dislikes baths, soil, leaving our property, and meeting new people. However, he loves napping, getting head rubs, and barking at all the passersby.

Butler, on the other hand, is a little more extroverted. He LOVES running up to strangers for head pats. He enjoys lying on the soil, watching birds, and exploring.

They also have their goofy moments, like when Bule gets accidentally woken up and gives me a deadpan stare before dejectedly moving to a different spot. Or when Butler tries to stand and rest his paws on someone, but the person moves away, making Butler upset and throwing a mini tantrum.

All of these quirks makes them even more lovable because of how they express their emotions, and sometimes even makes me and my family laugh with how goofy some of their antics are.

'tis my senior dog 🙏 she's at least a decade old and she means the world to me.. she's been my childhood dog and while she really isn't that vocal, overtime after adopting more dogs she became more and more affectionate and needy to the point she learned to whine and scream for attention.. never bark though! i dunno why she can't bark. i don't know her breed at all since we were being pushed she was a daschund and japanese spitz but i rlly can't tell. so we just think shes a fattie aspin...

At first, she wasn't ours. My aunt adopted her. A little puppy that can hardly stand by herself. However, something about her stayed with us after we saw her. We thought she would fit in better with us even if she didn't appear like much at the time. So we said we could take in that puppy. We promised to look after her. Ichi became ours in this way. We named her Ichi, which means "one" in Japanese. For our first dog, it seemed appropriate to give her a meaningful name and my parents named her. Ichi was little, almost weak. We gave her milk because she needed it. Every day, twice a day. I kept a close eye on her, as did my cousins. She didn't care that she was clumsy and constantly stumbled over her little legs. She explored every corner of the home out of excitement. Finding our cats didn't take her long. Initially, they observed her with their tails moving maybe irritated that this tiny puppy was in their personal space. She didn't give up, though. She continued to try and stay close. The cats eventually caved. Allow her to sleep next to them.

And the stairs came next. They were too much for her at first. She would stand at the bottom and look up like she looked at a mountain. She began to climb slowly, one paw at a time. It was more difficult to get down. She fell one day, missed a step, and fell in the center. She hit the floor with a small bark and I was afraid she could have broken anything, but she didn't. She brushed herself off, got back up, and continued walking. Then she found out. Whenever she used the stairs, she held herself steady by hugging the wall. This time, she didn't fall. Ichi was a strange dog. She was picky about food. She wouldn't consume anything at all. As if testing it, she would sniff it first. She would leave if she didn't like it. It made me think of myself. I can’t blame her for having standards. But she was always present when we sat down to eat. She continued to be playful as she grew. Her legs were now steadier and quicker as she ran around outside.

Ichi was more than a dog. She was the start of something. The one who made us realize what it means to care for something so completely. She was our first. Our number one.

So this bundle of energy is Sunny Bunny Honey Baby, but the family calls him Fuzzy. But he's like balding now so I don't think it's a very good name 😞 I got him around a month and a few weeks ago. I had it pretty rough because the night before I had to like talk my ex out of committing, the whole situation just hit me hard and I was abit depressed for awhile cuz of it. The morning after, I woke up to a surprise from my parents!! We were gonna adopt a puppy. And ofc I was so pumped to see the little guy, I constantly checked my phone for updates and then I see him in my dad's arms. I instantly fell in love and honestly he just made me look forward to going back home every school day. It's like a motivation for me.