[foreign-potato]

Pomeranian #43
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AWW! Orange!
How Autumn-y. c:

See the puppy's markings with out shading: xxx, xxx

Based on: x

Owner: Rabitheart
Name: Autumn
Gender: Female
Age: Puppy
Description: Orange parti coat with brown eyes and a gray nose.
Type: Unknown.
Children: None

[Shezmu]

will try to enter when i have more time OuO

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Short/medium story of a special autumn day for this pom:

[Shortii]

Username: Martinezjaylanez (Jayla for short)
Name: Autumn
Gender: Female
Short personality: Loves the Autumn. Likes playing with leaves in the floor. LOVES Halloween specially. LOVES to go trick-or-treating.
Short/medium story of a special autumn day for this pom:
Autumn is a RARE girl.
Why? Well simply because of her birthday. She was born on Halloween! People found this odd and strange too, non the less, Autumn WAS indeed special. Her fur coat color was simply different from those of her siblings and mother and father. Her tail was slightly shorter that the rest of the pups. She simply LOVED the fact that she was born that day. Not only did she like the fact that she was born that day, But she loved her name too. When she was barely a tiny pup her mother had taken her out to see the world. A simply brown-orange leaf landed on her head, and well that's how she got her name. She liked going trick-or-treating too. Especially when there was people out there with scarier customs.

[Whippet.]

Username: princess.a
Name: Harlequin
Gender: Male
Short personality: WIP
Short/medium story of a special autumn day for this pom: WIP

Prettying up of form in Progress

[*Blackberry*]

Username: *Blackberry*

Basics
Name: Aki

Why I choose : No name could suit her better then this, Aki meaning is Autumn in Japanese. I already imagined her, and she loves autumn, so I named her Autumn but in Japanese. I already can say Aki correctly, and I considered it, as it was a short cute adorable name, it seemed suitable for this pretty young one. Her orange-brownish markings, remind me of autumn, today, I just went out and caught orange-yellowish leaf, and then Aki finally became her name.

Gender: Female

Why female, not male: I simple can't look her as a male, she seemed so pretty! A male can't be pretty, and I always said to myself, I must try and get my first one as a female. And seeing how this is my one, I already knew she had to be a female.

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Short/medium story of a special autumn day for this pom:
I strolled through the park, in my jacket, I tucked my hands into the pocket due to the coldness. It was near winter, my feet crunched up leaves, as I walked through, the silence was so quiet, I could hear myself breathing. Suddenly a leaf starts falling, unlike any other leaf, it was white with some brown spots. I reach out my hands, and grabbed it, it was usually said, when someone caught a leaf, their day would be lucky. I took out a string, and created a hole through the leaf. I wore the necklace, and grinned softly, it would be my lucky charm or so. I walked towards the lake, it was said to be frozen, I went to the lake, it was frozen, I tapped on the ice, and the whole thing broke. I gasped, if I was skating, I could have drowned! I stood up, and went towards a tree, it was a tree that me and my grandfather planted, he had passed away many months ago, even if there was a storm, no lighting could strike this tree. It usually comforted me, I took out my thick book called The Dragon Prophecy, I flicked through the pages, and then started reading from page 174. I was too in, to the book, and didn't manage to hear a pattering of feet. I was on page 200, when something knocked onto me. I tipped over, and hit my face. I pushed myself up, and shook my head, and saw a cute fluffy ball of fur. I took it up, and it unfurled, it had brown markings, it reminded me of autum. " I am sure my mom will allow me to keep you. " I said softly.WIP

Art:
(just for me to increase chances of my winning and to show I love Aki)
WIP

[Jinhwan - LEFT]

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Yep, that's me. Feel free to call me anything, Bite, or Bitesize is okay.

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It's a lovely name, the marking reminds me of a pumpkin.

Gender:


Couldn't look at her any other way.

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Short/medium story of a special autumn day for this pom:

sank to the ground in a swirl of orange, yellow and red while others floated and banked on the warm autumn wind. "The leaves turn different colors to mark the end of a long summer and the beginning of the cold months" A mother Pomeranian nuzzled her young daughter who gently reached our her paw to touch a leaf. Missing, the leaf landed on the floor of the cave where they were taking shelter.
"Why Mummy?" the young pup asked.
"Well, in the sky, the hunters are chasing three birds. Whose breasts bear one of the Autumn colors, red, yellow and orange, when they are caught at the end of summer and killed, their colors are shed and turn the leaves those colors. So everyone will remember them and never forget that they will be back in the winter to be hunted forever in the sky." The young pups eyes shone and she snuggled up next to her mother. "Good night, little one." During the night Pumpkin Spice dreamed about the birds in the sky. Someday, I will join them and then, I will join the hunt and spread my colors.

[stunning.reality;]

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Name: Acinote, pronounced Isee-note.

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Gender: Male

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Short personality: Putting it nicely, Acinote is just a nervous, jumpy dog. He has a tendency to shy away from a dog- albeit, it has to be just one dog, for him to run. If he happened to be at the dog park, and there was a group of dogs, the fight-or-flight instinct in all animals kicks in to this fluffy pup, and he tends to lash out in the only way he can think of doing- violently. But, left alone with his owner, he can be cuddly and quiet, only barking when the door is opened and a stranger walks into the house. He loves snuggling into her lap, and often will fall assleep nestled into her sid in bed. He can become possessive of her if there is a man in the house, and once again will turn violent, and will procceed to stand over her legs if she is sitting and snarl at the stranger. If he is left alone (IE; she went to vacation and put him in a kennel), he would become reserved and drawn-out, giving cold shoulders to his owner and not snuggling with her like normal. He becomes, in a sense, what some could say 'cold and heartless'. If he somehow ended up trusting another dog, Acinote will become clingy and possessive- bt not in a violent, protective sense. He will become possessive in the sense that if his new dog-friend was with another dog, he will become jealous and feel rather hurt.

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Short/medium story of a special autumn day for this pom: For most, it was just another somewhat sunny, yet chilly morning in the late fall month of September. People wandered around, dogs were walked, cars were driven, and strays went about their business.

All but one stray. If she had been clean, she would have been a beautiful, fluffy Parti colored pomeranian. But, because of the years of street-wear that she had gone through, days had turned to weeks, to months. Now she had been on the street, successful, for a year and a half, and was having her first litter. Her chest, hidden under matted creamy fur, heaved as the last pup left her warmth protection, and was born into the world. She licked them clean with a tired, but loving care, each pup in turn. A sable pup, a black and white Parti pup, and a cream-toned Parti pup with sable-colored splotches. But to her sadness, only one pup rose with sounds. The off-white newborn began to squirm and yip, slowly wiggling his way towards her teats and feeding. In name of the pup's father, she proudly named him Acinote, and left while he was in a sleeping state to bury his lost siblings.

But as the pup grew, the she-dog had more litters. And as much as it broke her heart, she had to push her adolescent child away to care for her newest set of newborns. “Acinote, can you please go find food for us? I am feeling peckish, and I want milk to feed the little ones..” She prodded quietly, looking at the handsome dog, and twitching her tail in the slightest wag when he bowed his head and trotted off to do as his mother bid.

But when Acinote came back, he came with a few half-eaten hamburgers, and the empty spot where his mother and her pups once lay. And he never saw her again, until the day before the shelter came to collect him.

It had been an especially hot July day, and poor Acinote had been degrading slowly- his health had gone down, although he was not sick, and his ribs could almost be seen through matted Parti fur. His legs were almost stick-like, the muscles lean and stringy from malnutrition. He had been padding quietly down an alley, his nose picking up the faint scent of the garbage from a restaurant. He had passed by a garbage bin, when a raspy growling came from behind, and the sound caused him to whirl and snarl back.

A scraggly old pomeranian lay in the shadows, her Parti coat almost hidden in dirt, and her chest heaving as her last breaths left the world. And the old she-dog almost snarled a threat, until her eyes actually took in the full-grown dog in front of her, and her eyes widened to almost impossible sizes. “Acinote..?” She wheezed, “Is that you..?”

The startled dog nodded in response, his posture showing his confusion as he trotted a little closer, “How do you know my name?” He barked back in a soft tone, not wanting to assalt the elder's ears with a loud voice.
“My son.. I love you..” She whispered back, then closed her eyes and rested her head down onto her paws, and quietly passed away. He buried her near his birth place, and lay over the mound until he had to be leashed by the shelter and dragged unwillingly away.

Poor Acinote has never been the same couragous dog ever since.

[Rabbitheart]

Username:Rabbitheart
Name: Autumn
Gender: Female
Short personality: Autumn is a very laid back and relaxed Pommie...most of the time. She has her hyper moments when she just can't stop moving or yapping, but most of the time she's very relaxed and cuddly. She loves to hop onto your lap or onto the bed next to you and just snuggle with you and show you lots of love. She loves to play when she's not relaxing and will think of nothing else but having fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun! Sometimes Autumn's little moments of activity cause you to look down at her and wonder: Are you bi-polar or something?
Short/medium story of a special autumn day for this pom:
This is my first time applying for a Pommie, so I apologize if I did this wrong. ^^; Anyway, here's my story:

Falling Leaves, Falling Tears

I sat in a tree and just stared blankly out at the world around me, carpeted with leaves of yellow, orange, gold, and fire red. Somehow, nothing could bring a smile to my face. I still felt like I had buried Angel yesterday, when it was really six days ago. I missed her, so very much. Sure, she was only a rabbit, but I loved her more than anything in the world. She was in so many ways, like a dog. The dog I always wanted, but never got. My parents were already planning on getting me another rabbit, not to replace her, but to fill the empty hole in my heart that Angel had taken with her when she died. It needed to be filled with cuddles, hugs, tongue kisses, and lots of love.
I listened solemnly to Taylor Swift's album Red on shuffle on my MP3 player as I watched the leaves fall gentl to the ground from the trees around me. I felt the tears well up in my eyes and then trickle and fall down my cheeks just as gently as the leaves. I wiped them away violently, telling myself I had to stop crying at some point.
My silent reverie was broken by a bark, or rather a yap. I yanked my earbuds out and looked down at the ground in puzzlement. At the foot of the tree I saw a fluffly little Pomeranian with white fur and orange or ginger spots and facial markings on it. She was so adorable, my heart melted and caused a smile to appear and laugh bubble up from inside.
"Why hello there." I cooed. "What are you doing here little one, you lost?" I figured it must be lost, there was no one around that I knew of that owned any Pomeranians.
The little dog just barked at me again and I decided to climb out of my tree and see if I could find a color on her or some form of identification. I put my MP3 player away into the pockets of my new American Eagle jeans that I had just recently gotten from a thrift store and then climbed down from my perch. The dog didn't show any signs of aggression, so I introduced myself by holding my hand out, open, so she could sniff me. She not only sniffed me, but also began licking my hand enthusiastically. I couldn't help but laugh, I must've been so deprived of tongue kisses that I had become ticklish to tongues.
I looked at the Pmmie's neck and saw no collar, so I checked the skin to see if there was a chip imbedded in her, but from what I could tell, there wasn't one. Odd. I wondered if the dog knew any commands so I tried "Heel" to see if she'd follow me, sure enough, she did. Strange. She was trained, or so it seemed. Surely this dog was loved by someone because they'd taken the time to train her.
Two weeks passed and we still hadn't heard anything from anyone who wanted to inquire after the dog. My parents were thinking about taking the pomeranian to a pound and have them try to get it adopted while I was secretly plotting various ways to convince them to let me own the pommie, who I was already secretly calling Autumn.
One day, my parents set me out to go rake the leaves in our yard. I had let Autumn out to run around and she just sat there, waiting and watching as I raked the leaves up in one nice tidy pile. The instant my back was turned, I heard the unmistakable sound of something leaping into my pile. I turn around and saw just about the cutest thing, if I'd had a camera, this picture would be just too adorable. Autumn was looking up at me, smiling broadly from among the now messed up pile of leaves and atop her head was a golden brown maple leaf. It was the cutest thing ever.
"Stay." I told her, hoping vainly that she'd stay there while I ran back to the house to grab my camera. As I rushed back, I knew that there was no chance I could possibly be as lucky as to find her still in that adorable pose in the leaf pile, but as I approached with my camera ready, I was stunned to find her still there. I laughed and kneeled down and took several shots of her. After I had taken enough pictures, I turned the camera off and put the lens cap back on and just laughed at her as I cleared the leaves off.
"You're a really good girl, you know that?" I told her, scratching her head and then planting a kiss on top of it. Before going back inside, I took her over to the fenced off kennel area we had in our back yard near the persimin tree and put her in, then I went back inside to show the pictures off to my parents, hoping that maybe Autumn's adorableness would somehow win over my parent's hearts like it had mine.
As it turned out, they were already planning on keeping her since no one had claimed her. We suspect she may have been abandoned by someone who was suffering from the recession and could no longer afford to keep her, but whatever the case may be, we love her to pieces and she our little bundle of Autumn joy.

The End

[PantheraUncia]

Username: |Leopard303|
Name: Spotumn
Gender: Female
Short personality: WIP
Short/medium story of a special autumn day for this pom: wIP

[- poppeh]

Username:
Poppeh;
Name:
Harper
Gender:
Female
Short personality:
wip
Short/medium story of a special autumn day for this pom:
wip