
Murre totally has that pecking order set up: Her, the cat, me.
But the cat thinks it go: Cat, hoominz.
Do I have to go through the pecking order again? Me, the dog, then you. So move over and let him sleep comfortably.
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This man will never run on the same ticket with Rick Santorum. Trust.
I can bark :)
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Enough out-and-out bestiality for now. But lots more animals…
True, but would be better if her wrists and ankles were tied to the radiator cover so that she had no choice.
She’s the only one who still needs to be kept on a leash when they go outside.
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In just a second, the ponygirl will be…distracted.
But at the moment, she and the dog are looking at each other. And she is thinking: “we’re both domestic animals, so why am I getting branded and you aren’t?”
And she’s realizing just where her place in the hierarchy of the barnyard is.
The dog is thinking: Can I has tennis ball?
Branding
Here’s the question: Jane Smith, human, is in her role as Candy in the comic above (which is clearly The Vet’s favorite theme). Her master might have sex with Candy, or her master might let Walter the real dog mount her. Which of those is more like bestiality?
It depends if we focus on their bodies or their roles.
The ending of the recent Valentine’s-day video from Google.
There was a muted outcry from the right, over the gay couple but that was to be expected. Much sillier was the complaint from the left that four of the panels in the image show fantastic versions of love, including fairy-tale bestiality and aliens. Was this meant to trivialize gay marriage by equating it with space aliens? Obviously not, but the faux controversy probably generated a few thousand page clicks.

Myxself just sent me this gif, which I’m grateful for (horrific as it is) because as per usual I have a shortage of male images for the theme.
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Penny Birch has a pretty good story about sex with a dog. Even if the subject doesn’t appeal to you, the writing is unusually good.
I like that in the picture above, its the dog who is visibly in bondage, and yet SN and I both discount this, and decide that she is the one who is tied up and helpless.
With wrists bound behind her back, she meets her new playmate.