Post by Vrancho on Nov 4, 2012 22:21:34 GMT -5
Name: Scooter
Age: Six months
Pelt Color: Black and white
Gender: Male
Appearance: Scooter is a black and white Boston terrier. His face is white with a patch of white cascading up to his ear on the right side of his face. Both his ears are black, but otherwise, the left side of his face is pure white. His chest is white, and his legs are splashed in black and white. Scooter has a slender little tail that is forever wagging. His eyes are a beautiful shining black, and they have a spark of love and happiness inside.
Personality:He passes out when he sees a squirrel, hates blood and he is a vegetarian (it is possible), he can't handle too much happiness, because if he does, he squeaks uncontrolably, finally resulting in the fact that he loses his voice. He is very quirky. He likes to pull pranks on people, and he is a total clown. And Scooter is quite clumsy. He trips over himself sometimes. He is an orphan, a true misfit. But no one can miss his happiness, his love, his playfullness.
History: Scooter was born the runt of the litter. He stopped breathing the minute he was born. As he grew,his siblings bullied him, his mother hated him. No one loved him. He was a misfit. He did not even know who his father was. One day his mother sent him to go catch food, biting his ear because he stopped for a few seconds. Scooter whimpered in pain. Knowing that he would get more punishment if he stayed longer, he bolted out the door. He did not know that the second he left, his siblings were laughing and talking about him behind his back. Scooter eventually caught two fat squirrels, but when he entered the den where his mother and siblings were in, he found them dead, their throats torn out. Most dogs would have rejoiced, as now he was free to do as he pleased. But kind little Scooter buried them, digging deep holes for each of them and marking their graves with wildflowers. Then he lay awake, mourning the loss of the only family he knew, despite how horrible they were to him. And then he met his father, the kindest dog ever, to Scooter. His father, Griffin, taught him to be a gentleman. They were such a great pair, and they had such a great time together, and Griffin helped Scooter forgive his abusive family. But Griffin died when Scooter was four months old. Scooter came to Saddle Creek, hoping to escape his sorrow, but he still remains happy, and that is because he knows his father will always be in his heart.
Age: Six months
Pelt Color: Black and white
Gender: Male
Appearance: Scooter is a black and white Boston terrier. His face is white with a patch of white cascading up to his ear on the right side of his face. Both his ears are black, but otherwise, the left side of his face is pure white. His chest is white, and his legs are splashed in black and white. Scooter has a slender little tail that is forever wagging. His eyes are a beautiful shining black, and they have a spark of love and happiness inside.
Personality:He passes out when he sees a squirrel, hates blood and he is a vegetarian (it is possible), he can't handle too much happiness, because if he does, he squeaks uncontrolably, finally resulting in the fact that he loses his voice. He is very quirky. He likes to pull pranks on people, and he is a total clown. And Scooter is quite clumsy. He trips over himself sometimes. He is an orphan, a true misfit. But no one can miss his happiness, his love, his playfullness.
History: Scooter was born the runt of the litter. He stopped breathing the minute he was born. As he grew,his siblings bullied him, his mother hated him. No one loved him. He was a misfit. He did not even know who his father was. One day his mother sent him to go catch food, biting his ear because he stopped for a few seconds. Scooter whimpered in pain. Knowing that he would get more punishment if he stayed longer, he bolted out the door. He did not know that the second he left, his siblings were laughing and talking about him behind his back. Scooter eventually caught two fat squirrels, but when he entered the den where his mother and siblings were in, he found them dead, their throats torn out. Most dogs would have rejoiced, as now he was free to do as he pleased. But kind little Scooter buried them, digging deep holes for each of them and marking their graves with wildflowers. Then he lay awake, mourning the loss of the only family he knew, despite how horrible they were to him. And then he met his father, the kindest dog ever, to Scooter. His father, Griffin, taught him to be a gentleman. They were such a great pair, and they had such a great time together, and Griffin helped Scooter forgive his abusive family. But Griffin died when Scooter was four months old. Scooter came to Saddle Creek, hoping to escape his sorrow, but he still remains happy, and that is because he knows his father will always be in his heart.
