Post by Ashni on Jun 20, 2013 22:11:14 GMT -5
Name: Ashni (Ash)
Age:5 1/2 years old.
Breed: Australian Kelpie
Gender: Female
Appearance: Ashni stands at 19 inches. Her weight has greatly been reduced due to the dust bowl, as has the quality of her coat. In happier times she was a solid warm chocolate brown, now it looks like she took a roll in the mud. Out of her two straight and pointy ears, half of her right ear is gone thanks to an old run in with barbed wire while herding with her master. Around her neck are remnants of a blue bandanna that her girl left with her before fleeing the next dust storm.
Personality: Ash is truly kind and loyal at heart, but thanks to the Dust Bowl she has had to make choices she normally wouldn't. Anytime that she finds another dog or even a group of dogs she will attempt to approach them. She doesn't like being alone but most of the time situations force it to be that way. However if she sees an incident where another dog is being a bully her protective instincts kick in and she will show the bully that even in these hard times there are strength in numbers.
History: Ashni's story is most likely close to any other dog in the town. Family, happiness, a true feeling of bliss before everything went to hell. Ashni was a herding dog, before the first storm hit. Her family was always good to her and their little ten year old daughter was her best friend, especially when there was a thunder storm. The little girl would cling to Ash till she fell asleep. After about two years of living with the sheep and cattle herder she got on the wrong side of a bull who ended up chasing her under a barbed wire fence that snagged her ear. Took a month to heal fully. It was the night of the first dust cloud, and Ash was where she always was with the little girl keeping her calm while the storm raged outside. At first her family believed that it was just a bad drought, but Ash knew better. She had wished that her family could understand her to hear her warnings. But they didn't and after the first year of the storms the live stock were either eaten, escaped or dead from thirst. The next month the family made planes to leave, but there wasn't any room for Ashni. The last thing Ash remembers is her girl's tears as she tied the bandanna around her neck, hugged her one last time and ran to the car before the next storm hit.
Age:5 1/2 years old.
Breed: Australian Kelpie
Gender: Female
Appearance: Ashni stands at 19 inches. Her weight has greatly been reduced due to the dust bowl, as has the quality of her coat. In happier times she was a solid warm chocolate brown, now it looks like she took a roll in the mud. Out of her two straight and pointy ears, half of her right ear is gone thanks to an old run in with barbed wire while herding with her master. Around her neck are remnants of a blue bandanna that her girl left with her before fleeing the next dust storm.
Personality: Ash is truly kind and loyal at heart, but thanks to the Dust Bowl she has had to make choices she normally wouldn't. Anytime that she finds another dog or even a group of dogs she will attempt to approach them. She doesn't like being alone but most of the time situations force it to be that way. However if she sees an incident where another dog is being a bully her protective instincts kick in and she will show the bully that even in these hard times there are strength in numbers.
History: Ashni's story is most likely close to any other dog in the town. Family, happiness, a true feeling of bliss before everything went to hell. Ashni was a herding dog, before the first storm hit. Her family was always good to her and their little ten year old daughter was her best friend, especially when there was a thunder storm. The little girl would cling to Ash till she fell asleep. After about two years of living with the sheep and cattle herder she got on the wrong side of a bull who ended up chasing her under a barbed wire fence that snagged her ear. Took a month to heal fully. It was the night of the first dust cloud, and Ash was where she always was with the little girl keeping her calm while the storm raged outside. At first her family believed that it was just a bad drought, but Ash knew better. She had wished that her family could understand her to hear her warnings. But they didn't and after the first year of the storms the live stock were either eaten, escaped or dead from thirst. The next month the family made planes to leave, but there wasn't any room for Ashni. The last thing Ash remembers is her girl's tears as she tied the bandanna around her neck, hugged her one last time and ran to the car before the next storm hit.
