Post by Soldier on Jul 5, 2012 0:17:14 GMT -5
Peru
on the outside.
nicknames ,
Pear, Per, Rue
age ,
Two Years of Age
gender ,
Male
breed ,
Dogo Argentinowhat you see is what you get.
appearance ,
Photo is Present Above
Peru is a Dogo Argentino, or Argentinan Mastiff. Most people mistake him for a pure white Pit Bull, but he is just about as close. A very powerful and muscular breed as well as dog, he is part of the working group like the Pit Bull. With pointed ears and an all white body, he is easy to spot just about anywhere without snow. Though he is all white, above his nose, on his muzzle, it is pink and very fuzzy. His nose is black too, unlike most white dogs, being pink.on the inside.
personality ,
Peru is pretty laid back with most things but can be quick to jump up and go. Chasing things is a big hobby of his but he is fine with just hanging around. A little lazy as some say, but only if they haven't seen him being himself. In the city, he is calm and stays street smart but out there, he is almost hyper with energy to run around and play or mess with everything. Out there, he gets to let it all out and some times, it never seems to run out. Being a bigger dog, he can get rough but tries to refraine from it.yesterday.
mother ,
Costal
father ,
Unknown
siblings ,
Rico, Santiago
history ,
Being born in a large city, he was picked up in pounds and thrown back to the streets many times. It was normal for him. His coat would grow dirty rather then stay the pearly white it is. Though one lonely couple took him in, polished him up, and took him to Saddle Creek for a job. Of course, this was before the Dust Bowl. The humans lived happily in a condo with their Dogo Argentine for a long while before they lost everything when the boss and many in their job lives died on their farms from the dust. After loosing a few jobs, they packed up and left but the new house was in a quiet neighborhood that did not allow dogs. Leaving him to the wild was the decided answer so, they said their good byes and tried to explain but he only caught bits and piece of their odd language before heading into the woods to where he di today. The wilderness of Saddle Creek.
