[Vinson]

Adopted

Username: wolfhaunt
Name: WH Wild West Selfishness // Wilder (Wild)
Gender: DMAB
Height: 19 in
Weight: 39 lbs
Color: Extensively Masked Blue and Red Shaded Sable
Genotype: AyAy BB Ccch dd EmEm hh Ii kyky mm SS tt UU LL
Notes: This collie cannot compete in conformation in the title program. Edits pass at 15%

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Happy three year anniversary! This collie is one of several special anniversary pups, and one of five 'ears and tails' adopts. While we've come a long way with fancy breed specific markings and special edits, these collies' coats draw back on our simpler roots in more realistic patterns.
This collie is based on a Bavarian Mountain Scent Hound.

Art/Writing Comp - Besides herding or agility, what dog sport does this collie compete in?
Max of 500 words or one art piece with a caption.
Ends 12 March. You can apply for as many in this set as you'd like, but you can only win one.

[AustrianAce]

Username: AustrianAce
Name: Lavender
Gender: Male
Prompt:

Lavender accidentally became a parent to three ducklings while with his owner at a field trial competition, they just couldn't pass up the free ducklings being given away there and took them all home--turns out, he's a natural! Both at tracking and bringing back birds, as well as raising them

[insidious.wizard]

Username: Marz-Barz
Name: G&S Starry, Starry Night "Vincent"
Gender: Male
Prompt: res + dock diving

[Kenjaku]

Username: Lath
Name: BKD's Search and Rescue | Louie
Gender: Male
Prompt: Louie loved when it was "go time". It came with mixed emotions from his handler, and he could smell them all on her. Anxiety, general upset, excitement to be in the field, unease with the mission. He sat dutifully by her side as the other humans began to talk.

"The little girl was last seen four hours ago. Wearing bright pink pants, a white shirt, and a black jacket. She's thirteen, won't survive in these woods long as the sun begins to set. You know why you're here, people, let's make some magic happen."

Lou stood up as the other humans did, and as they dispersed, he tap danced from one foot to the other. This was the fun part! He looked up to his handler, still talking to other humans, and waited. He waited until, ah, here we go!, he was handled a bundle of cloth. He sniffed it in, deep breaths, catching hold of the scent. Strawberries, daisies, all things nice and soft. Smelled like a little girl to him. He buried his nose in the cloth as much as he could, making sure the scent stayed with him.

His handler removed the cloth from his muzzle and he stuck his head to the ground. He sniffed, sniffed.. ah, there it was! He launched into action, pulling the leash. "Woah, slow down!" she hadn't been ready for the jolt. There was no time to slow down, though! They said a little girl was missing. It wasn't his little girl, but it was a little girl. Maybe she belonged to some other dog who was worried sick about her. That just wouldn't do.

He led his handler through the woods diligently, retracing the steps the girl had made. He almost lost the scent once they reached a river, but he was able to smell how she'd moved along the edges and crossed it. The sun was starting to set now, the lights in the sky starting to dim. He needed a refresher on the scent a few times, it was growing weaker and weaker. Another scent was stuck in his nose, and soon he came upon that scent: a bear! He pulled to a halt, and his handler let fly a few words of displeasure.

It was tense for a moment, the bear staring at them, them staring back. "Get! Shoo! Go on, bear!" the handler did her best to look large and intimidating. Louie joined in barking, fur on the back of his neck standing straight up. Thankfully the bear wanted nothing to do with them, and took off rambling elsewhere. Lou let out a sigh of relief, before realising the scent was here! He looked up, and in the tree was a young girl. He guessed those were what were called "pink" pants. He barked and alerted his handler as best as he could, dancing about.

"Good job, Louie! Good job!"

They got the girl down, and Louie was delighted to give her kisses.
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[shortstop]

Username: shortstop
Name: SM's Finders Keepers//Keep
Gender: Female
Prompt: [279/500 words]
Keep enjoys any activity that gets her moving. Of course, this means agility is her first love. But she also very much enjoys a good barn hunt competition. It started when someone's pet rabbit got loose in the house. Keep was after it immediately, determined to find where the small creature was hiding. She found the rabbit within moments of it getting loose. She used her nose and paws to gently flush it out from under a dresser. Her trainers were extra pleased because she had left the rabbit unharmed. They immediately saw that Keep had some talent, so they got her signed up for some barn hunt classes.
Her talent for barn hunt is due to a couple of things. The first are her long, droopy ears. Not only are they very good at hearing the tiny sounds that small critters make, but they help trap scents and carry them towards Keep's nose. All Keep has to do is keep her nose to the ground, and her ears will do the rest of the work. The second helpful quirk that Keep has is her love of small creatures. She thinks the way that they skitter about is both cute and a little bit funny. She likes to watch them run around, and follows them if she's able. If they manage to hide somewhere, Keep just flushes them out and the fun starts all over again.
So far her barn hunt career is still in its infancy. Since she's just doing this for fun, she often loses to more focused and serious competitors. But Keep doesn't mind. She's quite content to keep flushing and chasing the silly little rats.

[Mythz]

Username: Mythz
Name: LPK's "River's Edge" aka 'Banks'
Gender: Male
Prompt:

"Up boy, up!" His owner cried out. The young Aussie handler had sacrificed a lot to make it overseas for this competition. After winning a few titles in his homeland, both were excited for a shot at the worldwide championships.

Banks barked excitedly, tail lashing. His lifejacket tugged heavily at his short coat, but the dog's muscled body didn't sway as he clambered atop the surfboard. It took moments to get out to the good waves, and Banks howled and barked the entire way out. The pair were out at the beach most mornings, so both were familiar with the waves and each other.

It had started on a Whim, if both Banks and Trevor were being completely honest. Whilst at the beach one morning with a group of friends, Banks had spent the time barking and splashing around the shallow waves. Trevor had been surfing, and at the comment of a friend had tried to get Banks up onto the board. After a bit of a hassle, the pair managed to make it work. Getting out into the deep had been another thing entirely, but the two had managed. From there, both had loved it. As a joke they entered a few small competitions and placed rather well. After wanting to travel the world anyway, it only took a little convincing to go overseas with Banks.

The waves splashed salty spray into Banks' face, and he barked yet again. He loved every part of this - the salt, the sun, the cool water. The feeling of the wind and a good wave. Spending time with Trevor. It was all he wanted.

"Come on Banksy, you got this."

[wolfhaunt]

Username: wolfhaunt
Name: WH Wild West Selfishness // Wilder (Wild)
Gender: DMAB
Prompt: res with protection work/IPO

Chilled grey air bit at Wilder's nose as deep, measured breaths made their way in and out of his lungs. Hardly a hair stirred from his smoky brown coat, but his pale gold eyes gleamed with repressed energy. His crooked tail was laid absolutely still in the dewy grass, despite the moisture seeping down to the skin.

"Fuss."

A quiet word from his handler, and Wild's paws moved on their own until he sat regally in a heel position, his intense gaze fixed on the human's face. As they stepped forward, the canine followed; as they stopped, he paused in unison.

"Platz!"

Wild slid into a down without hesitation, attention still fixed exclusively on the human's face. He barely dared to blink as his heart pounded with anticipation. His handler broke their gaze, instead focusing on a figure in the near distance.

"Gib laut!"

Wilder's gaze snapped to the trainer standing a dozen feet in front of them and he was on his feet in a moment, barking and snapping his jaws together forcefully. His dark, velvety ears shifted and flapped against his skull with each powerful outcry. Despite the steady tug of the leash attached to his working harness, he knew that he was doing what he was supposed to. After all, the pulling from his handler was all part of it - a test of endurance and resistance. Wilder knew that a steady pull was part of the game, and that a sharp tug would be a correction. Feeling pleased with his deductions, the hound tugged and howled at the "threat" with increased vigor.

"Fass!"

Elation and drive swallowed Wild whole as the lead was dropped, and he pounded across the field in powerful strides, his shoulders rippling as his paws struck the dirt with purpose. In a heartbeat, he was at the trainer's feet. With a burst of power, the dark canine half-jumped and caught the rough fabric sleeve in his jaws. He snarled and shook his head furiously, maw locked firmly across as much of the glove as physically possible. The trainer swatted around Wild's head, grabbing and pulling at his neck. Wilder's grip tightened stubbornly and a deep growl rumbled in his strong chest. He sensed his handler behind him and felt their hands patting his body sturdily; they mumbled praises as they clapped his back proudly.

"Aus!"

After a few more moments, Wild finally heard the command to drop the sleeve and he did so immediately, panting exuberantly as he grinned up at his delighted handler. Praising him generously, the handler tossed Wild's toy into his waiting jaws and patted him all over. The trainer walked up and ruffled Wild's ears happily and shook hands with his handler, who was beaming with pride. A string of drool dripped from the handsome hound's tongue as he leaned contentedly against his handler's legs, wholly charmed by his rewards.


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[Vinson]

Username: wolfhaunt
Name: WH Wild West Selfishness // Wilder (Wild)
Gender: DMAB
Prompt: res with protection work/IPO

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congratulations!

[wolfhaunt]

YES!!!!! Thank you so so much he’s so cool!!!!!