Gender:male
Personality:very friendly, can be very agressive... he pretty much has random mood swings.
Story:I sat in a small cage, watching as people walked by, not even bothering to look at me.
But of course, they walk over to see the young puppies. The first few weeks weren't bad. I was happy. I knew I'd get out of here soon. Just look at me... I'm freakin adorable. No one seemed to like me, and I realized I had no chance. So I gave up all hope. I didn't try to impress he humans who walked up to my cage and try to play with me. I stopped eating. I just sat in the corner of my cage... I needed to get out of there. I tried many times to escape. To squeeze under the cage door, tried to ram myself into the door, but there was one thing left... I could escape during feeding time. It was so easy. Every day one human opened my cage and put more food in my overflowing bowl. I could easily jump out and run. The next day, I tried to do so... little did I notice the large doberman who was also on the loose... he ran up from behind and bit me in the ear. He carried me all the way to the human who tried to feed me... I still have the teeth marks in my ear... days went by... I was laying in my cage, having a small nap, I was awoken by a strange man who picked me up and yelled "Oh yes! He's the one!" Was this my new owner?... dear god I hope not... this man was a freak. He had curly, grey hair, a long, white coat, rubber gloves, and goggles worn on his forehead... idiot... goggles go on your eyes. Well, I went home with him that day... his home was weird... it had cold floors... and more cages. But these weren't dogs. I have no idea what they were, they looked nothing like any creatures I've seen... the man put me on a small table and another man, whom was standing nearby, started examining me... he walked behind curtains and later came back out with a bowl... it had a fish in it. He sat it on another table. He attached a funny looking hat with a bunch of blinking lights and a long cord coming out of the top onto the fish bowl. He attached the same device to me. I struggled, then he shot me with a needle, my legs went weak, I fell to the ground... it was so hard to breathe. He then attached the device to my head and whispered; "I'm sorry..." I woke up with a large fin on my back... some coming out from under my arm... and I had... gills?
Really lame story. I'm sorry about that. :c
And I'm sorry if it has typos.
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