Owner; Birman Kitty
Kennel; Frosted Forest
Full Name; Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice.
Call Name; Blossom
Gender; female
Age; 4 years
Colour; Faded Red
Genotype; kk/asay/bb/dd/Eem/gg/ilil/sxsm/tt
Harness; Surprise me <3
Stats;speed- 24
stamina- 26
strength- 22
Extras; I nipped the ear of my little sister, who whipped back with a powerful retort. I commenced to paw her on the head, and that ended the game. The distant rumble of my stomach told me that dinner was near, and apparently the rest of the litter thought so as well. I pawed my little sister one last time, and ran off towards the food dish. We always had the best food, it was crunchy, tangy, and had a thick flavor of chicken in it. We were all just weaned, and basking in the glory of eating big-dog food. Momma told us that the food we eat will help us grow into strong sled dogs, just like her. My brothers and sister all whinned a happy response, but I stood silent, I knew Momma respected me the most, since I didn't act immature like the rest of the pup. She wagged her tail, gave me a kind look, and then left to go and join her sled-dog pack.
I watched the rest of the puppies rough housing, just thinking to myself. I knew that if I played like them, I might not get chosen to stay with Momma. Only one pup (the pick of the litter) can stay with her, and all the other puppies have to find new homes, and never see Momma again. Just the thought of that sent a chill down my spine, never seeing Mom again, never seeing that gentle glint in her eyes, never seeing her big fluffy tail wag. That was just something I could not live with. I hopped up on my paws to get a better view of my top competitor for the spot. As I turned the corner I caught a glimpse of him, Darcy with his glistening black coat and solid white markings, strong rippling muscles, he could bring down any pup that stood up to him. My youngest brother was brawling with Darcy now, poor little Bubba, he could never bring down the first born pup.
As soon as the thought slipped from my mind I watched as the owner walked in, his kind eyes danced over the playing puppies, and focused on Bubba and Darcy. Bubba was on the ground with Darcy hitting him blow after blow, Bub's was no match for Darcy, anyone with eyes could see that. The owner sat down and watched Darcy's every move, he obviously was thinking Darcy was the pick of the litter now, especially since he needs power to be a sled dog. I decided my only choice was to leap into action, I hopped up and barreled into Darcy's side, catching him off-gaurd. I sized up to him the second he stood up, sure he was slightly bigger than me, but I was more sturdy in my step, he seemed to have a clumsy side. Darcy made an advance, and bit deeply into my shoulder, his pearly white puppy teeth tearing into my flesh. I didn't let out a cry, no, that only egg's Darcy on. I rolled back, allowing my weight to shift onto Darcy's head, that was now pinned under my shoulder, and he was still clutching it. Eventually he let go, feeling claustrophobic under my thick fur, and as soon as he pulled his head out, I hit him hard with a pound on the head. He let out a soft whimper, and then looked up, with a burning fury in his eyes. I let out a gentle laugh, doing so just to make him angrier, and it worked. He let out a howl of anger, and slammed into my flank. I unforunatley toppled over and Darcy lept onto me, and in a flurry of biting and tearing at my fur, I went limp, allowing him to force me to lose. Darcy eventually stood up, proud of his work, and looked up at the owner wagging his tail.
I let out a pitiful whimper, I just lost pick of the litter, and I lost mom. We would be sold soon, since we were reaching 8 weeks old.
Three weeks later, we all turned 8 weeks old, and then the new people came. One by one I watched as my siblings left, first it was cute little bubba, he went to a little girl, who was training for dog sledding. Next was my sister, Bubbles, she was adopted as a family pet, she would never we what she dreamed of. The owner came in one day and took Darcy away, and alas I was left with my most neutral brother, Dennis, he never said anything to me the whole time we sat alone, Darcy was gone and Dennis just ate food the whole time, the little chub. Soon Dennis was gone too, he was adopted as a search and rescue trainee with the state.
It took an additional week for myself to be adopted, I found out later from the owner, that I was waiting to find a dog sledding home, and if one didn't come to get me soon, I could stay with my Momma and the owner. I hoped that I could stay, I knew I would make an exceptional dog sledder. My wishes were swept away when a call came in, they wanted me. I heard the owner talking in the kitchen on the phone with the people, and I unfortunatley heard my name several times "Blossom this, and Blossom that" .
Later that night I was pushed into a kennel and tossed into the back of a truck. We drove for hours until I heard the brakes squeak, and the man came out and grabbed my kennel.
I was finally set down, and let out of the kennel, I was put in a dog run, next to several other huskies. They barked nice things, welcoming me to their home. I wagged my tail, and I was happy for the most part. I missed Momma dearly, I even missed Darcy. I let out a small whimper and laid down, thinking over what I was going to do. They next thing I knew I was being hooked up to a harness, and started my sled dog training. It is hard streneous work, but I worked hard, and trained hard so I could work with this team.
I became fast friends with
Shanti (Shasta Moon) and she taught me tricks and techniques I could use to make the work load lighter. We eventually were hooked up together on the sled, and we held the center positions.
Art <3