username
cujo.
name
merle
gender
male
personality
merle is a naturally sweet dog ; always playful and energetic around those he dearly loves. he's naturally protective. some would call him a little 'simple,' and while he may not be a genius he's not stupid by any means. he learns quickly, though he often get's overexcited ; he's a little on the hyper side. after his abandonment, and the sudden realisation his master wouldn't be returning for him he became rather withdrawn. it took several weeks for him to come out of his shell, he warmed up greatly to his careers in serenity. he suffer's from seperation anxiety, in fear he'll be abandoned again. however, he is once again the warm, playful, protective dog he once was. merle is a naturally hyper dog, a border collie in his time, but he still has his lazy moments. he loves to sleep beside the fire at night when he's exhausted after a hard day's play. at first merle is a little skittish of strangers, but he warms up to people quickly and soons softens even the hardest of hearts.
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the rain fell heavily, drenching the young dog in a matter of seconds as he jumped out of the car. turning his head he looked up expectantly with his pale blue eyes at his his master, waiting for him to leave the car also, so they could begin their walk. however, the male sat in the car. his hands clutched the steering wheel, and he refused to look at the dog. he slammed the door of the silver mustang closed without a word to the unfortunate beast, and slamming his foot on the accelerator, leaving the border collie cowering in a cloud of black smoke. once the smoke had cleared the dog lay down uncertainly, staring down the twisting country road after the car. surely, this was some sort of game. surely, his master wouldn't have just left him alone here on the side of the road to fend for himself. surely he wouldn't have, what on earth would the three young masters think. lying down in the grassy verge he waited, confused, for his master to return.
three days had passed. the young dog was hungry, he hadn't eaten since the morning of his abandonment and his only source of water was from puddles from the near torrential rain which hadn't stopped falling. he hadn't moved from the place where his beloved master had left him. mud turned his handsome blue merle pelt many shades of brown. his stomach growled as he huddled desperately into the ditch in an effort to get away from the rain. what type of game was this, that his master was playing with him? it was easy to image the three young boys, the son's of his master and mistress, at homes crying. the dawn had yet to break through the fog, and the four year old jumped as headlights appeared. he stood, stepping to the edge of the grassy verge. his tail began to wag, and he let out a soft bark. the car, however, wasn't his master's and sped by, splashing the unfortunate dog with muddy water. the dog whimpered, cowering back into the ditch. he wanted to go home, to be with his boys, his mistress and even his master whom had left him here. as the rain began again, the terrified beast lifted his head to let out a low, soft howl of sadness.
the fog was once again heavy, and the drizzle promised the same, heavy rain as it had done for the past few days. it had been four days since he had been left to fend for himself, and now he lay; muddy and miserable, in the ditch. his stomach pained him from lack of food, his mouth tasted sour from the horrid water. headlights appeared, casting a ghostly, pale glow over the road. his ears pricked, a mere glimmer of hope shooting through his body. he stumbled to his feet. he hadn't been sleeping well, what if his master returned in the night? his tail began to wag slowly, just a little, as he stood looking rather defeated on the side of the road. the car wasn't his master's, the jeep was nothing like his master's mustang. whimpering, the dog looked up sadly as the door banged and a young man stepped out. his eyes were a soft brown, a soft, but sad, smile was on his lips. his face was hidden by a curtain of dark brown, messy bangs. he was tall and pale, and as he crouched down the young dog noticed he held in his hand a white china bowl filled with soft, meaty dog food. the dog's ears flattened; uncertain, but he stood still. "c'mon boy. i ain't gonna hurt ya," the young man soothed, and slowly the dog stumbled forwards into the young man's arms.
cujo.
name
merle
gender
male
personality
merle is a naturally sweet dog ; always playful and energetic around those he dearly loves. he's naturally protective. some would call him a little 'simple,' and while he may not be a genius he's not stupid by any means. he learns quickly, though he often get's overexcited ; he's a little on the hyper side. after his abandonment, and the sudden realisation his master wouldn't be returning for him he became rather withdrawn. it took several weeks for him to come out of his shell, he warmed up greatly to his careers in serenity. he suffer's from seperation anxiety, in fear he'll be abandoned again. however, he is once again the warm, playful, protective dog he once was. merle is a naturally hyper dog, a border collie in his time, but he still has his lazy moments. he loves to sleep beside the fire at night when he's exhausted after a hard day's play. at first merle is a little skittish of strangers, but he warms up to people quickly and soons softens even the hardest of hearts.
extra
the rain fell heavily, drenching the young dog in a matter of seconds as he jumped out of the car. turning his head he looked up expectantly with his pale blue eyes at his his master, waiting for him to leave the car also, so they could begin their walk. however, the male sat in the car. his hands clutched the steering wheel, and he refused to look at the dog. he slammed the door of the silver mustang closed without a word to the unfortunate beast, and slamming his foot on the accelerator, leaving the border collie cowering in a cloud of black smoke. once the smoke had cleared the dog lay down uncertainly, staring down the twisting country road after the car. surely, this was some sort of game. surely, his master wouldn't have just left him alone here on the side of the road to fend for himself. surely he wouldn't have, what on earth would the three young masters think. lying down in the grassy verge he waited, confused, for his master to return.
three days had passed. the young dog was hungry, he hadn't eaten since the morning of his abandonment and his only source of water was from puddles from the near torrential rain which hadn't stopped falling. he hadn't moved from the place where his beloved master had left him. mud turned his handsome blue merle pelt many shades of brown. his stomach growled as he huddled desperately into the ditch in an effort to get away from the rain. what type of game was this, that his master was playing with him? it was easy to image the three young boys, the son's of his master and mistress, at homes crying. the dawn had yet to break through the fog, and the four year old jumped as headlights appeared. he stood, stepping to the edge of the grassy verge. his tail began to wag, and he let out a soft bark. the car, however, wasn't his master's and sped by, splashing the unfortunate dog with muddy water. the dog whimpered, cowering back into the ditch. he wanted to go home, to be with his boys, his mistress and even his master whom had left him here. as the rain began again, the terrified beast lifted his head to let out a low, soft howl of sadness.
the fog was once again heavy, and the drizzle promised the same, heavy rain as it had done for the past few days. it had been four days since he had been left to fend for himself, and now he lay; muddy and miserable, in the ditch. his stomach pained him from lack of food, his mouth tasted sour from the horrid water. headlights appeared, casting a ghostly, pale glow over the road. his ears pricked, a mere glimmer of hope shooting through his body. he stumbled to his feet. he hadn't been sleeping well, what if his master returned in the night? his tail began to wag slowly, just a little, as he stood looking rather defeated on the side of the road. the car wasn't his master's, the jeep was nothing like his master's mustang. whimpering, the dog looked up sadly as the door banged and a young man stepped out. his eyes were a soft brown, a soft, but sad, smile was on his lips. his face was hidden by a curtain of dark brown, messy bangs. he was tall and pale, and as he crouched down the young dog noticed he held in his hand a white china bowl filled with soft, meaty dog food. the dog's ears flattened; uncertain, but he stood still. "c'mon boy. i ain't gonna hurt ya," the young man soothed, and slowly the dog stumbled forwards into the young man's arms.
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