Post by bloodthirsty on Apr 18, 2006 19:44:38 GMT -5
Name: Bailey
Gender: Male
Age: 7
Breed: Labrador/Shepherd mix
Personality: With a confident and male partsy side, he struts his stuff even if he knows he doesn’t really have the right too. He’s a funny dog, with a good sense of humor and a western accent. He isn’t very fast, for he is a little bent out of shape because of age, but his intelligence is pretty well on. He is a smart dog, street wise and human wise, and doesn’t have trouble getting `round. He looks like a herding dog, and isn’t, and many dogs tend to call him cow boy, or Red, but he doesn’t mind. The only thing he favors most to do, is try and chase cats, yes I said try. He isn’t very in shape or fast, as stated before, so he tries, and usually, no make that always fails. Since he is confident, he never seems to give it up, and enjoys himself. Over all he has a pretty good temper, and is an all around mutt, inside and out.
History: As a pup, this doggy was given to a child as a Christmas present, and as the sad story always goes, he was thrown out because little toy trucks and Barbie dolls were much more important than taking care of a mutt. Left out in the cold to die this pup didn’t have much of a chance until Judy came along, a specialist in dog training, for rescue dogs. He was one lucky dog, to be taken in and not only cared for, but to be trained as a search and rescue dog. With an unusual nice behavior, and good sense of smell, he was trained long and hard, and learned too, by making mistakes. For his first year, he did nothing but training and training…and training. Most dogs would grow inpatient, and angry, but this dog, worked hard and knew that he was lucky to have such a saint to save him. At the age of 2 he met his first love, Dahlia, another search & rescue dog with the breed of Lab, training on Thursdays with him. They often flirted, and seeing there interest in each other, Bruno bred with her, creating a litter of mutt pups. Bruno’s owner was not happy at all with him, actually she was furious, but loved him so kept on his training, away from his love, Delilah. Bruno was devastated that his pups were taken away to be sold, and as well as Delilah, his only love since then. Traning would continue, and on his third year, Bruno had his first mission, and his last. A little girl has got lost in a cavern, and his job was to find where the strained cries of help were coming from. After about 5 long hours, Bruno had detected where she was and was sent to find her, all by himself. He was the only thing small enough to fit through the passage way, and the only one to save her. As he lead her out a thunder storm had started, leaving nearby people, here to see the rescuing of the girl, drenched. Then, the worst thing that could possibly happen did. A tornado struck, coming straight towards them, but far enough away fro them to escape in time. Seeing Bruno and the girl had not returned, it was best to pronounce them dead and leave, to save there own lives. As the people fled Bruno grew tired and lay down, to take a short nap, having no idea what was about to happen. Then the tornado hit, causing a swirl of things to fly and Bruno to be once more, left for dead. “Where am I?” he shined as his eyes opened slowly and he realized not what happened. People surrounded the dog on a city street where news reporters crowded `round. Many had saw a dog flying threw the air and had wondered where and why it was flying. The dog had hit the dog with a thump, and was once again pronounced dead. But, as the lifted him into a dark black bag, he had started to snore, and he people cheered at this amazing story. They left the dog to rest and didn’t want to touch him for fear of his life going to waste. Bruno, scared, and confused, awoke abruptly and ran. He ran and while he ran, they chased. The dog had not been harmed that much, surprisingly and he ran faster than before, for he was confused. Bruno never really knew the whole story of his life, for his brain had lost cells when the accident happened, and he had been unconscious and sleeping for part of it. He couldn’t really tell you his history much, and it all seems like a story from a book. Something inside of him knows what happened, but it is tucked inside him, too deep inside for him to find
Sample post:
(This isnt what happened in his history, just related)
A twirling black typhoon funnel whipped across the farm lands taking everything in its path with it. Cries were heard over the land, and booms of thunder rolled loudly,making the experience even more frightening. An occasional lighting bash and thunder was enough to scare the black lab, but a tornado, and a storm, with him being outside, almost gave the poor dog a heart attack. He yiped and yipped as he ran his butt off, panting heavily and his tail tucked in between his hind legs. The huge tunnel of dust grew nar and his heart pounded fast until..Kadunk! The dog was whipped into the funnel and thown out like a baseball. He soared into the night sky then crashed into the roof of a house.
A day later
"He`s awake , Ma Ma!" a young boy with red freckles all over his white face called out loudly. "Huh..where am I?" thedog said to himself as he tried to pull his aching body up but the pain linegered and he couldnt.
(i could do more but I dont feel like it)
Gender: Male
Age: 7
Breed: Labrador/Shepherd mix
Personality: With a confident and male partsy side, he struts his stuff even if he knows he doesn’t really have the right too. He’s a funny dog, with a good sense of humor and a western accent. He isn’t very fast, for he is a little bent out of shape because of age, but his intelligence is pretty well on. He is a smart dog, street wise and human wise, and doesn’t have trouble getting `round. He looks like a herding dog, and isn’t, and many dogs tend to call him cow boy, or Red, but he doesn’t mind. The only thing he favors most to do, is try and chase cats, yes I said try. He isn’t very in shape or fast, as stated before, so he tries, and usually, no make that always fails. Since he is confident, he never seems to give it up, and enjoys himself. Over all he has a pretty good temper, and is an all around mutt, inside and out.
History: As a pup, this doggy was given to a child as a Christmas present, and as the sad story always goes, he was thrown out because little toy trucks and Barbie dolls were much more important than taking care of a mutt. Left out in the cold to die this pup didn’t have much of a chance until Judy came along, a specialist in dog training, for rescue dogs. He was one lucky dog, to be taken in and not only cared for, but to be trained as a search and rescue dog. With an unusual nice behavior, and good sense of smell, he was trained long and hard, and learned too, by making mistakes. For his first year, he did nothing but training and training…and training. Most dogs would grow inpatient, and angry, but this dog, worked hard and knew that he was lucky to have such a saint to save him. At the age of 2 he met his first love, Dahlia, another search & rescue dog with the breed of Lab, training on Thursdays with him. They often flirted, and seeing there interest in each other, Bruno bred with her, creating a litter of mutt pups. Bruno’s owner was not happy at all with him, actually she was furious, but loved him so kept on his training, away from his love, Delilah. Bruno was devastated that his pups were taken away to be sold, and as well as Delilah, his only love since then. Traning would continue, and on his third year, Bruno had his first mission, and his last. A little girl has got lost in a cavern, and his job was to find where the strained cries of help were coming from. After about 5 long hours, Bruno had detected where she was and was sent to find her, all by himself. He was the only thing small enough to fit through the passage way, and the only one to save her. As he lead her out a thunder storm had started, leaving nearby people, here to see the rescuing of the girl, drenched. Then, the worst thing that could possibly happen did. A tornado struck, coming straight towards them, but far enough away fro them to escape in time. Seeing Bruno and the girl had not returned, it was best to pronounce them dead and leave, to save there own lives. As the people fled Bruno grew tired and lay down, to take a short nap, having no idea what was about to happen. Then the tornado hit, causing a swirl of things to fly and Bruno to be once more, left for dead. “Where am I?” he shined as his eyes opened slowly and he realized not what happened. People surrounded the dog on a city street where news reporters crowded `round. Many had saw a dog flying threw the air and had wondered where and why it was flying. The dog had hit the dog with a thump, and was once again pronounced dead. But, as the lifted him into a dark black bag, he had started to snore, and he people cheered at this amazing story. They left the dog to rest and didn’t want to touch him for fear of his life going to waste. Bruno, scared, and confused, awoke abruptly and ran. He ran and while he ran, they chased. The dog had not been harmed that much, surprisingly and he ran faster than before, for he was confused. Bruno never really knew the whole story of his life, for his brain had lost cells when the accident happened, and he had been unconscious and sleeping for part of it. He couldn’t really tell you his history much, and it all seems like a story from a book. Something inside of him knows what happened, but it is tucked inside him, too deep inside for him to find
Sample post:
(This isnt what happened in his history, just related)
A twirling black typhoon funnel whipped across the farm lands taking everything in its path with it. Cries were heard over the land, and booms of thunder rolled loudly,making the experience even more frightening. An occasional lighting bash and thunder was enough to scare the black lab, but a tornado, and a storm, with him being outside, almost gave the poor dog a heart attack. He yiped and yipped as he ran his butt off, panting heavily and his tail tucked in between his hind legs. The huge tunnel of dust grew nar and his heart pounded fast until..Kadunk! The dog was whipped into the funnel and thown out like a baseball. He soared into the night sky then crashed into the roof of a house.
A day later
"He`s awake , Ma Ma!" a young boy with red freckles all over his white face called out loudly. "Huh..where am I?" thedog said to himself as he tried to pull his aching body up but the pain linegered and he couldnt.
(i could do more but I dont feel like it)