Post by BluePlaid on Jan 12, 2013 1:40:57 GMT -5
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Personality:Flutter is a very shy dog, and is even shy to pups. She always speaks in a soft, light, voice... that is, if you can get her to talk. Flutter would rather talk to any other specious than a dog. She believes dogs are boring, and 'cute,' fluffy, squirrels are better than tall, strong, furry dogs. Flutter is so shy, that whenever a dog comes by, she would hide in whatever was there. She's kind-hearted, calm, and bright.
History:It was a young, Spring, day. A spunky, young, female Canaan dog pranced through the wet streets. She was about 11 months now, and she wasn't supposed to get the 'Lucky Charm,' until she was one... but she got it anyway. Her mum and da gave it to her early, for they were old and were going to die soon. It was a heavy, red, collar. It's been passed down for generations, in honor of the humans who once owned the very first dog who wore this collar. Water and mud flew everywhere around, and on, the young one. She giggled and laughed and danced for so long, the night was now becoming to draw her in. On Flutter's way home, she ran into a big, fat, mixed breed. Flutter looked up at the dog, and the dog looked down at her. Suddenly, out of nowhere, this random dog came; then another, then another. A skinny and fast dog grabbed her collar, and starting tugging for it. She yelped, but since it was big, she wasn't being choked. Another small dog came and started to beat at her, then another. Soon, she was so hurt that she just collapsed. When she awoke, her collar was still there, and she was still alive. Flutter didn't realize her fear of other dogs until a month later. When she got beat up, the night was a blue that she vaguely remembered. She would scurry and cower away, thinking that they could be one of those dogs.[/blockquote][/size]
Name: FlutterAppearance:Flutter is an white Canaan dog with only just a few tan areas. First of all, there is a black spot on Flutter's muzzle but, it's just a small detail. Her ears are all tan at the top, and the tan just ends instantly. Her left foreleg has more spots than her right one, for her left one only has a short amount, where her right one has many. Flutter's left hind leg is all tan from her paw and a few inches up. Her ears are uneven, for the one on the right is 'in,' while the left one stick out to the side. Her eyes are dark brown, and her tail curves towards the end. She wears a red color that has been passed down forever.
Age: 2 1/2
Gender: Female
Personality:Flutter is a very shy dog, and is even shy to pups. She always speaks in a soft, light, voice... that is, if you can get her to talk. Flutter would rather talk to any other specious than a dog. She believes dogs are boring, and 'cute,' fluffy, squirrels are better than tall, strong, furry dogs. Flutter is so shy, that whenever a dog comes by, she would hide in whatever was there. She's kind-hearted, calm, and bright.
History:It was a young, Spring, day. A spunky, young, female Canaan dog pranced through the wet streets. She was about 11 months now, and she wasn't supposed to get the 'Lucky Charm,' until she was one... but she got it anyway. Her mum and da gave it to her early, for they were old and were going to die soon. It was a heavy, red, collar. It's been passed down for generations, in honor of the humans who once owned the very first dog who wore this collar. Water and mud flew everywhere around, and on, the young one. She giggled and laughed and danced for so long, the night was now becoming to draw her in. On Flutter's way home, she ran into a big, fat, mixed breed. Flutter looked up at the dog, and the dog looked down at her. Suddenly, out of nowhere, this random dog came; then another, then another. A skinny and fast dog grabbed her collar, and starting tugging for it. She yelped, but since it was big, she wasn't being choked. Another small dog came and started to beat at her, then another. Soon, she was so hurt that she just collapsed. When she awoke, her collar was still there, and she was still alive. Flutter didn't realize her fear of other dogs until a month later. When she got beat up, the night was a blue that she vaguely remembered. She would scurry and cower away, thinking that they could be one of those dogs.[/blockquote][/size]
