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What Is Serenity Shelter?
Serenity is a dog rescue. We rescue dogs of all kinds and rehabilitate them to be able to be adopted. Not all dogs have a nice past, such as just being given up to the shelter because their owners couldn't afford to care for them. Some are abandoned. Some were left for dead. But each one is special, and each one is full of love and ready to share it. We give the dogs the best care we can provide, but nothing beats a home that they can call their own. So are you ready to adopt?

{- We found this little odd ball trying to steal a tennis ball from some little kids, The parents called him in and we dropped by to pick him up. He seemed a little confused and goofy but he was very loving almost instantaneously. The only time he ever lost a bit a happiness was when we took a look at his missing leg. -}

{- For this boy you must fill out the form below, Add ons and extras are allowed and prettying up is allowed as well -}

Name:
Gander: Male
How did he loose his leg:
Art:

[bee]

Name: Louis (loo-ee)
Gender: Male
How did he loose his leg: this poor little pup was hit by a car when chasing a kitty across the road.
Art: wip

[bsktcase]

Name: Malcolm
Gander: Male
How did he loose his leg: Sadly his last owner cut it off for not reason at all.
Art:

[AustrianAce]

Name:
Todd

Gender:
Male

How did he lose his leg:
Todd lost his leg to a wild cat. He was wandering the woods one day, lost, and was
attacked by a huge stray cat. Since he was so little, he couldn't defend himself
well, and the cat savaged his hind leg. Luckily, he got away with only the bad
leg and a few minor scratches. Someone found him and took him to the vet, where
they had to amputate the leg. After recovering fully from the surgery, Todd
was dumped in the animal shelter with a ton of other dogs. A few days later,
Todd was found missing, and no one saw him again until he tried to steal the
tennis ball from the kids and was brought to the shelter once again.

Art:
wip

[olivionary]

name;; Goofy.
gender;; Male.
age;; Ten years old.
personality/b];; Goofy is persistent, playful, greedy, friendly, loving.
[b]how did he lose his leg;; Goofy has never been affected by the accident, he has always been a happy go lucky dog. Goofy loved playing with Tennis balls - his favourite game is fetch. One day he had been on a walk with his owner and spotted a ball rolling along the pavement on the other side of the road. He ran across infront of a very fast bike, this bike crushed most of his lower leg and threw the rider onto the ground.

Despite the bicycle and a bit of whimpering, he still tried to get to the ball.

[Corg.i]

Name: Baloo
Gender: Male
How did he lose his leg: One day Baloo was wandering around, having ran away from his last owner. He followed the many smells, and came to a restaurant. The back door was unlocked and he happily found his way into the kitchen. Baloo was trying to find a way to steal a steak, when one of the cooks tripped over him. The cook was holding a knife and it damaged his leg. Thankfully he quickly got to an animal hospital and he is still an adorable little goofball!
Art: Here

[aiu]

Name: Waldo
Gander: Male
How did he loose his leg?: Well... He finds it a little embarrassing. This little guy--while running around to chase the ball his owner threw--ended up getting stuck in a chair. No, I'm not kidding. None of the three family members home could pull him out, so, in the end, they called the fire department. ('They get cats out of trees. What's so different about getting dogs out of chairs?) While the fire department was able to get him out of the chair, he'd been stuck in it long enough that circulation had nearly stopped to most of the backside of his body. While one leg was able to survive, the other one was never quite able to move again. Eventually, the owners dropped him off at a pound/vet and asked them to do what they could. They never returned.
Art: { since i cannot draw to save my life, i wrote a story. i hope that counts for 'art'. }

"He hasn't gotten it to move yet," said the terrified teenager. She may have been 17, but she felt like a five year old, shivering under their gaze. She knew what they were going to do and she was too young to change their mind.
"I don't want a lame old dog laying around here! It will only become a burden on our salary! We might as well spend it on the kids instead of that dumb thing," her mother said, twittering rather angrily to her husband.
"It's not like it can't still walk, Theresa. I don't see any reason why not to keep it," the father said, quieter and less emphatically.
"Have you seen it? Dragging that limp thing behind it? It looks terrible!" Theresa said.
"We can get it amputated if it disgusts you that much. At this point, it won't start working again," the girl muttered almost silently. She looked away and bit her lip, feeling terrible as she said it. She had kept telling the little guy just how certain she was that his leg would work again. She lied. She never lied to him.
"That's worse!" her mother yelled, making the girl jump, "The neighbors around here are poisonous. They'll kick us out."
"They won't kick us out for having a three-legged dog, dear," the father said.
"They will! Remember seven months ago? When that women's husband got burns? The whole neighborhood thought he was so terrifying that they couldn't stand to let their kids out to play! Have you ever seen them since?"
Silence settled over the group as the girl tried not to cry.
"We-we have to keep him," the girl stuttered.
"Kylie..." her father said. He reached to touch her shoulder but she shoved his hand away.
"Ple-please!" she yelled, "We have to! I can't let him go."
"Oh, shut up," said Theresa, "There's no need to keep him. We'll just get another pup."
"Theresa," her father snapped.
"What? We've meant to for a while now."
"You're being paranoid."
"I'm not!"
Kylie didn't hear the rest of the conversation as she ran back to her room. She didn't want to listen to that any more.
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"You did what?" Kylie squealed, looking in disbelief at her mother.
"I didn't do anything," Theresa said, staring right back at her daughter, "I can't make a dog run away."
"He didn't run away! You chased him out!"
"That didn't happen."
"Of course it did! Do you think I'm stupid?"
"Yes," her mother said suddenly, making Kylie shrink back a little. Why would you say that? And to your own daughter? "Why are you so attached to the dog?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"No! I'm perfectly serious."
"Well, in case you haven't noticed, you and Dad are never around. Who else am I supposed to care about? Who else should I talk to?"
"You can always talk to me, sweetie," her mother said, her voice dripping with syrupy sweetness.
"Shut up! Name one time you've answered the phone when I've called."
There was silence between the two.
"That's what I thought," Kylie said before heading straight up to her room.
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"Hello there, Miss. What can I do for you?" said the secretary at the front desk.
"Do you still happen to have a pug here? He would have been brought a couple months ago," Kylie said, not wasting any time.
"Yes," the secretary said, beaming, "Would you like me to take you to him?"
Kylie nearly started crying. "Yes. Yes please," she gasped.
The distance from the front desk Waldo seemed like miles, but the wait was worth it as Kylie rounded the corner to see her beloved friend.
She was in college now. She was 18. She could have her own pets. Her parents couldn't have any say in it anymore.
Kylie ran forward and reached towards the cage door. "Waldo!" she said happily, letting a tear fall down her cheek now.
After a moment of calming down, she finally asked him, "Hey, little guy... Do you remember me?"