Post by Simple on Jan 23, 2011 21:44:53 GMT -5
Name: Dame (Pronounced Day-mm)
Age: 3 Years
Gender: Female
Breed: Dutch Shepherd
Clan/pack/tribe: None yet-Looking for an all dog pack.
Eye color: Brown
Pelt color: Creamy brown with black markings.
Full description:
Standing at 23 and a half inches tall and weighing in (when adequately fed) at just over 50 pounds, Dame is an average Dutch Shepherd. She's more muscle than fat, longer than she is tall, and short-haired. Her tail is plumed, her neck has a "mane" of sorts, and her legs are feathered. Beneath this over coat is a wooly under coat that keeps her quite warm. Her fur is mostly a creamy brown with black markings through-out, although her face, the tips of her ears, and her hind paws are darker and more black than anywhere else. Her ears stand upright and when she walks she carries her tail up over her back, although if she irritated or nervous it is lowered.
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Likes: Swimming, Herding, Puppies, Summer
Dislikes: Cats, Winter, Cities, Over-bearing Dogs
Full Personality:
Perhaps the most intriguing facet of Dame's personality is the fact that she will give anyone a second chance. It doesn't matter what you did that offended her, she'll give you a chance to make it up. Not that those are easily obtained, all the time-try to kill her, for instance, and you'll have to scale a mountain, walk through fire and swim the deepest waters to make it up to her. She'll let you try though.
She's pretty easy to get along with, actually. Her temper has what you might call a long fuse-it'll take a long time to ignite, but every little bit just keeps heaping up on it until she really does blow. When she gets angry she doesn't bother with words, she goes straight to the snarling, growling, biting phase and she won't stop until she's appeased or someone else brings the scuffle to a halt. She won't purposely kill another dog, but if the dog happens to be far smaller than her and somehow manages to set her off, well, accidents happen. She does manage to keep her temper around puppies, even when they do something that might normally have set her off, letting them receive only nips of agitation or growled warnings.
When she isn't angry though she's positively pleasant. Always willing to look on the bright side of things, she's the one to go to when you're feeling down and need someone to lift your spirits. Whether it's a listening ear, a comforting lick or just someone to tell you how great you are, she'll do it. Sometimes she gives so much of herself to others that she gets burned out and wonders why she does anything, but a little bit of time spoiling herself, either by swimming or herding whatever comes across her path, and she's back to her normal self.
She simply cannot stand cats. She isn't sure what it is about them, but something about the felines rubs her fur the wrong way. Maybe it's because her human had been severely allergic to them and had praised her whenever she chased one away from him. Maybe she was just destined to hate them from the start. Whatever the case, it's hard for her to not chase them and try to rid the world of their filthy, filthy presence. Oh, she can't afford to chase a cat and she has to work with them, she'll try but she will not be a happy dog.
Birth Day: March 4th
Birth Clan/pack/tribe etc: None
Family:
Mother: Duchess, Dutch Shepherd, unknown status
Father: unknown, Dutch Shepherd, unknown status
Siblings: Baron, brother, unknown status / Furball, sister, unknown status
History:
Duchess was a show dog and she looked like it. So when her owner decided to become a breeder, he looked for the best out there, and he found it in a gorgeous shepherd from good bloodlines. Duchess didn't really get to know him and she was fine with that-maybe he had a great personality or maybe he didn't. She didn't like him.
Still, her human got the puppies he wanted, three in total. He decided to keep the male, who he named Baron and who would become a great show dog. The two females, Dame and her sister Furball (so named because that was all she really was) were sold. Dame never saw her family again after that, but she has never really regretted it. Her new human was, in her eyes, a being worth of every ounce of respect she could give him and she gave it to him.
He trained her to herd a small flock of sheep and she found that she absolutely adored it. Something about putting things where they belonged just clicked with her. In the warm summer months they would go to the lake and he'd through a stick for her to fetch and he wouldn't stop until she was so tired she couldn't have chased it again if she wanted to. Then they'd go back and she would sleep at the foot of his bed and everything was perfect.
The one time she didn't chase a cat away he had such a hard time breathing she'd been really worried about him. After that she made sure to not ever let a cat near him again. She couldn't remember, later, if she had disliked cats so much before that, but it didn't really matter. She didn't like them at all anymore and that was that.
All good things end, though. The trips to the lake stopped after her first summer with him, the sheep disappeared (she was never sure what he had done with them) and he stopped going outside very often, unless he absolutely had to. He always wore a face mask and then came a day when he took off her collar and put her outside. She waited for days, but he never came out and her nose was good enough to smell what had happened.
She left then and has been wandering ever since.
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