Gravity Falls wrote:
{{ . Made by me. Sorry for the suckiness- I rushed . }}
This is Hotchkiss. You can call him Hotch, or HK if you'd like.
He's a male, of course!
Hotch is about 67% Australian Shepherd, but he also has a bit of Kelpie, Smooth Collie, Rough Collie, and Cattle Dog.
Funny thing is, he hates herding. Huh.
The scent of Ramen drifted around my nose. Now, don't get me wrong: in dog terms, I had a lot of self control, but even then, I got up. As I did so, I turned into the kitchen just in time to see David taking the plastic bowl out of the microwave. WIth a wag of my tail and a low bark, his attention was directed toward me.
"Shh, Hotch! Dogs aren't supposed to be in the dorm. If they find you, they'll kill me!" David spoke hastily, hoping that his neighbors didn't hear me. The walls were oddly thin- so much for a private dorm.
I knew that I wasn't welcome here, but at least David loved me enough to take me with him. I mean, what more could a mutt like me ask for? A loyal companion, and a chew toy is all that I really need. Oh! And Ramen. Never forget the Ramen. But, sadly, I'd gone down this road many times. David would eat his noodles without looking at me, then get up and feed me Purina. Purina. I'm not complaining, but the Beneful bags are only a dollar more, and they taste a heck of a lot better!
But then, just as he was getting up to go to the pantry where my dog food was stored, there was a knock on the door.
"Crap," David muttered under his breath, "Head of Housing Department."
They were, apparently, due to come then. And since I knew that I wasn't supposed to be there, I hid under the table and, well, had a bit of an accident while David opened the door. The man that stepped in, Norman, looked at the walls and took a sniff.
"Dog pee? Do you think that I'm stupid, Dave?" He gritted angrily and marched into the dining room where I sat pitifully.
"Get him out of here." Norman growled.
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David later took me to a shelter. I spent day after day in there, waiting for my second chance. And then, on the final day that I could stay, something amazing happened, A boy, probably around 20, came into the door of the kennel and pointed at me. Then, you'll never guess what happened. He bought me a new color and leash, and adopted me!
Now, Jacob is no David... Nope- he's even better! And I'll never take my life for advantage again.
Hotchkiss is a very timid dog, around those that he doesn't know. He doesn't get along well with strangers at all, as a matter of fact. He isn't aggressive, but he will become very tense and won't speak, or even blink! But those who do find a way into the dense force field of his personal life stay there, and are valued very highly.
He is also very honest, and will never tell a lie. Even if his life depended on it, he will always, always tell the truth. When he does attempt to fib, however, it's quite a sight. He develops an immense stutter, hid eyebrows furrow, and he rambles. A lot.
Hotchkiss is also extremely perceptive and intelligent. He has a very wide vocabulary for a puppy of his age, and can tell how others feel easily.
Hatch would do about anything for some Ramen Noodles.
A Chill Bone. You put it in the freezer, and it's a cool relief in his mouth.
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