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cujo.
show name
solK the original genome
call name
castor ("cas")
sex
male
age
four
history
the pups made their way into the world in a flurry of activity.
it began with his breeder being unable to find his dam.
it was her second litter and her owner had made up a cosy little
nesting box in a quiet part of the house where she could look
after her brood in peace. but she'd gone and disappeared. (well,
he hadn't named her houdini's darlin for nothing.) after searching
the house twice to no avail, he grabbed his car keys.
he returned two-and-a-half hours later, soaking wet and without
a dog. as he picked up the phone to start making calls he heard
a strange sound. it was familiar but he hadn't expected to hear it
so soon. the sound was coming from the linen closet.
it was probably supposed to have been a walk-in closet but had
ended up as a spacious place to store towels. he had considered
making it his own little reading nook at one point until hooey had
chewed up his bean-bag.
the first thing he noticed was that several of his towels were never
going to be usable again. the second was the bright blue eyes of
hooey herself, looking tired and proud with a mischievous glint to
them. the third was two of the strangest pups he'd ever seen and
that he hadn't been expecting for another week.
seven weeks later ...
the two pups were just a normal as any other pup he'd ever owned
or raised. he'd move them out of the linen closet into his living room.
hooey had put back up the weight she'd lost in having and nursing a
litter and it was almost time for the duo to find their homes.
the female pup - smaller but just as odd looking as her brother - let
out a yelp as he tugged on his ear and patted at him with her paw.
he grinned to himself as the male pup let go of her ear in favour
of a teddy bear almost twice his size and tried to hide it away.
the female let out a loud yip and slid on the wooden floor over to
her brother to catch a hold of the other leg of the bear and shook
her head with a soft, puppy growl. that probably sounded very
menacing to her.
the teddy was soon forgotten as the two turned back to each
other and began to nip at each other and wrestle, as the female
pup got her brother down and tried to sit on him. realising
the time, he left the room to go and get their food and prepare
for the mess the two small pups were going to make of it.
theme
for this boy i went with a theme related to one of my favourite
shows, Orphan Black. i though he was quite fitting and
the end date for this fella is also the day the season three finale
airs in canada. there's some spoilers here for up to the end of
season two/start of season three so if you're interested in
watching it or not caught up feel free to skip it by.
if you're not familiar with it, it's about clones. i thought this boy
fit in with the sciene-y type air to the show as he's a chimera.
it's where i stole got the quotes at the top of the
form and how i picked his name. at the end of season two it's
revealed there is a biologically male fraction of clones
(project 'castor.') the sister i mentioned in his history was supposed
to represent the biologically female clones (project 'leda') from the
show, since i thought it would be nice to throw in another small
reference to the wonderful show. i also based some aspects of his
personality on one of my favourite characters from the show.
i was gonna write more but i didn't want to spoil anything for
anyone who accidentally read it or anything. so sorry if i did spoil
something c':
story
the rain hit against the window in a constant heavy thrum. castor
ignored it in favour of the black kong toy filled with paste
held steadily between his paws. the family was out - something
to do with one of the younger children - and his mistress had left
to go out to the shop to replenish the jello situation. his tail thumped
against the wooden floor at the thought. jello was far nicer than
the paste inside his kong.
he was happy they'd had filled it with paste and then left in the
freezer for a while. the paste did taste nicer than chewing up
shoes and he was never called a bad dog after he finished with
the kong.
the door opened and he jumped, letting out a series of surprised
barks before he recognised the scent of his mistress. a bark of
joy rang out in the empty house as he slid out the sitting room
door to the hallway, his entire back-quarter wriggling as he
wagged his tail. "sit, down, castor. good boy," his mistress said
as he pushed his nose against her. good, she'd remembered the
jello. she was carrying something wrapped up in her scarf,
something small and alive.
he looked up at the bundle, trying to make out what exactly it
was that she had as she grabbed a towel and made her way back
to sitting room to plop herself down in her usual seat beside the
fire. castor sat down in front of her on his rug, leaning forward
to sniff curiously at the little thing she was now drying off with
a towel.
he pushed his nose against the folds of the fluffy white towel and
pulled back with a snort as something tapped against his nose.
shaking his head he looked at his mistress who laughed and gently
tucked the towel around the creature.
the kitten was small and fluffed up from all the towel drying but
still looked cold. it's fur was white with black patches and it was
still young enough it's eyes were a dark kitten blue. it looked at
him with interest and gave a series of high pitched mewls.
he pushed his nose forward again to get a smell of the kitten and
perhaps try to comfort her. the kitten batted twice at his nose
before he could pull away, curiosity bright in her big eyes.
castor liked cats. he didn't even chase cats as some dogs did. his
breeder had owned a cat. he was familiar with them but he'd
never seen one so small. his breeders cat had massive, bigger than
him as a puppy and had quickly though him who was boss. she'd
often batted at him and his sister with a large paw with the
promise of a scratch when they got too rough.
"whatdaya, think, castor?" his mistress asked, rubbing behind the
little molly's ear with one finger. the sound which came out of the
tiny creature hardly seemed possible. "you're probably hungry,
aren't you?" she mused. "well, we've only got dog food but i think
ma's got a little bit of tuna that'd do until we get you some of
your own."
castor settled himself down beside the fire as his mistress got a
saucer and a tin of a tuna for the little kit before setting her
down on the floor, putting about half the tin onto the plate. the
kitten made an odd sound as she tried to purr while gulping down
the food. when finished, with tuna all over the muzzle, she looked
up at his mistress and meowed.
his mistress put out a little bit more, not wanting to over feed the
skinny kit before dumping the rest of the tuna onto a large saucer
and offering it to castor. tuna finished, she picked up the plates
and hurried into the kitchen to discard the empty tin and dump
the plates into the sink.
when she returned she dashed to get her camera. the kitten had
tucked herself in cosily between a content looking castor's paws
and fallen sound asleep.
"well, i know what's going on our christmas cards this year."
personality
a common first impression of castor is that he is simply a massive over-
grown puppy. he's the type of dog who still tries to fit into peoples laps
and barks at himself in the mirror.
he's particularly adept with children. he doesn't seem to care about his
fur being pulled by sticky hands or loud, squealing voices right in his ear,
he absolutely adores them. he's definitely more of a family dog than a
'one man dog.' he is quite protective over his family, especially the kids;
he's not afraid to bare a few teeth if they're in any sort of danger.
he's a very intelligent dog and gets bored quite easily. if he's been left
alone for too long you can practically be assured he's destroyed something,
usually a shoe or two that was left in plain view. castor just seems to have
boundless energy. because of this, he excels at heelwork to music. he also
does quite well in agility.
he is quite possibility one of the biggest chow-hounds there ever was and
he's caused more than a few heart-attacks for getting into stuff he shouldn't.
he especially seems to enjoy red jello, and can often be found licking pots
he's stolen from the trash clean. castor has also mastered the ultimate
begging pose; sitting up on his hind legs like a rabbit and breaking out the
puppy dog eyes.
castor is a fairly affectionate dog, always content to be close to people and
being touched. his favourite of day is the late evening when the family are
all gathered up in the living room. the kids stroke him or someone might
put their feet up on his back while he lies - exhausted for once - beside the
fire, he likes the comfort of being surrounded by his family. he can often
be found curled up contently with the cat - ruffian - draped over his paws
or tucked in beside him.
he's a bit of a massive dork. he howls along to radio (he seems to quite enjoy
country music, especially dolly parton) and even joins in when some of his
family are singing (though it's often unappreciated as his 'singing' is awful.)
he's fond of the piano and can usually be found sitting near it when it's
being played, not singing along for once. when training him for his heelwork
to music things can sometimes get pretty loud as he gets excited.
often he wriggles his ways up beds slowly to lick people awake and bound
away when they're fully awake and not all happy with the wake up call.
when the kids decide to dress him up as some of their favourite characters
and take photos or bring him off for the day to meet other people doing
similar things he's happy to tag along or stand still because it makes the
kids super happy. castor is a very photogenic pup. he's become more than
familiar with the click of a camera and loves to pose.
castor can sometimes be found watching television, usually something
with animals in it but on a rare occasion he'll settle for tennis (though
the last time he did so, he jumped at the telly to try and catch the ball)
he loves to watch the 'Crufts' flyball trials and barks along with
all the excited dogs on screen.
castor is also particularly fond of water and enjoys water work. during
the summer when the kids are swimming down in the river he's usually
right alongside them. he's sometimes a bit forgetful that when he's on
a leash there's someone on the other end, and will pull whoever's
holding it into the nearest pond as he runs at the ducks. he loves baths
and the all the fuss that comes with it. he also likes to see who
wins the battle - will they manage to stop him shaking before he gets
the entire bathroom drowned? usually, it's a no. he enjoys the
shrieks and fuss as he gets people completely soaked.
story
the snow started to fall during the night. it fell in thick, heavy flakes
and was an almost sure promise of a white christmas - only two days
away.
"CAS-tor!" came the usual morning chorus as the floppy eared
pup thundered down the stairs with an excited bark and slid on the
freshly washed floorboards into the kitchen. tongue lolling out, he
gave an excited yip as he trotted over to his food bowel and was
disappointed to find it empty. with an an affronted snort he turned
to look up at the humans moving in the usual morning bustle about
the kitchen. tea was being poured, food put out on the table -
pancakes, he noted with interest and he was being ignored.
he put his paw into the empty bowel and put pressure down onto
one side of it so it fell over with a soft clash. his mistress - the one
who fed him the most and trained him and owned him (though he
considered the whole family his) let out a soft laugh as she walked
into the room, still rubbing at her cheek from where he'd slobbered
on her. his tail thumped excitedly against the press as she entered
the room. he always woke up her first, because she was especially
his and he slept on the foot of her bed. waking her up before every-
one else (or mostly everyone, her parents were almost always up
beforehand) meant food as quickly as possible.
as she mixed some wet food through his dog nuts, more footsteps
sounded heavily on the floor. castor's ears pricked at the high,
excited voices and gave a soft yip in reply as they enterted the
room. "it's snowed!"
babble filled the room, louder than usual, but castor's mind was
on other things. namely his food. it wasn't nearly as good at the
red jello his mistress was so fond of, but food was food. after
managing to get food all over his muzzle (a habit he never gotten
over ever since his breeder started giving him solid foods) he
turned to the humans gathered around the table with interest -
and hopes of some pancake. licking at his muzzle he sat down
beside his mistress, settling his nose down on her knee.
a little while later, after getting no pancake, the children had
put on their coats. he lifted his head up in hopes for a walk
and jumped to his feet as they opened the back door. he
stood, wiggling with excitement."c'mon castor," his mistress
called and within a second he was by her side. but he
paused on the doorway, staring out at the large backyard in
quiet confusion.
the entire yard was white.
"c'mon cas!" his mistress encouraged, crouching down in the
stuff. jumping down over the step castor was shocked to
discover this stuff was cold. staring down at his paws that
had sunk down into the soft ground. a familiar click made him
look up. his mistress had her camera in hand was grinning at him.
"it's snow, castor! it snowed! i bet it'll be a white christmas!"
as he stared at her with a furrowed brow she laughed and grabbed
a handful of the stuff. he titled his head as she pushed the - snow
around in her hands for a moment before presenting him with a
ball. he yapped, bowing down with his bright icy blue eyes fixed
on the ball. she flung it and he chased after it.
the ball crashed into the snow and castor jumped on the place
where it hand landed.
it wasn't there.
he looked around himself, spinning in a circle before digging
down into the snow. it was to no avail. a sharp whistle made
him lift his head from the snow and found one of the other
children presenting him a ball. he looked down at his paws
and then back up. she had thrown it, he'd seen it hit the
ground.
with an excited bark he jumped up and ran towards the
child. as they flung it into the air he jumped, he jaws
clamping down and the ball it ... broke? it was wet
and cold and he landed. with a mouthful of the stuff. well,
that was new. as another snowball was flung he let out a
series of excited barks and chased after it. he was determined
to get one before it broke or disappeared.
maybe this 'snow' wasn't so bad afterall.
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