[deertush]

This little darling was found on the streets with some Pariah dogs, genetic testing showed this dog was indeed a Hissan though!

To win this dog tell me about an experience this dog endured as a street dog!!

No limits(but be reasonable)

Ends August 4th, 2017

Username: Hot Dad
Kennel: Roseauriga Kennel (viewtopic.php?f=103&t=3533266#p111305007)
Show Name: Trails of the Dust
Call Name: Dasri
Gender: Male
Collar color: Dark Bronze
Eye color: dirt
Phenotype: (black) recessive red
Genotype: kk/Bb/DD/aa/ee/mm
Parent: Foundation
Parent: Foundation

[aray17]

Username: aray17
Kennel: Golden Hills Kennels
Show Name: A Heart Of Wisdom
Call Name: Husain (Arabic name which means small beauty)
Gender: male
Collar color: dark brass
Story: As a street dog, I was repeatedly kicked and shooed away by the mean men and I would hide away in the alleyways. Once, I was kicked until I had bruises everywhere. I laid in pain and whimpered until a kind lady and her young child took me home and nursed me back to health. But soon after I healed up, they returned me to the streets but I knew that I was meant to be loved by people. On the streets, it was a lonely life but there were kind souls who would always pet me and give me food and love. They were young, little humans and they were so innocent. The kindness of these children kept me going and made me trust again. I learned a lot about how to appreciate the small things in life when the rest of life is so hard and dreary. It taught me to forgive because not all people are the same. I learned to always be happy and to spread my light towards those who are going through rough times. When I was at my lowest weight, I could barely move but luckily a loving woman rescued me and gave me a forever home. That was the best day of my life.

[Hot Dad]

Username: Hot Dad
Kennel: Roseauriga Kennel (viewtopic.php?f=103&t=3533266#p111305007)
Show Name: Trails of the Dust
Call Name: Dasri (My bad one in arabic)
Gender: Male
Collar color: Dark Bronze
Story: In the harsh heat of Morocco Das was raised. Raised a fighter, a scavenger, and an able mind in the pack.
He spent his days roaming the streets, in hopes for any food he could find that day.
The life of a stray isn't a pretty one, it can't be romanticised, or taken lightly. Strays are open to diseases, fleas, the cruelty of humans, traffic, weather, and the fact most meals are trash. And Dasri knows this all too well.
With his nose and paws to guide him through waves of trash and old packets in the off skirts of the city, he holds onto hope. Muddy water is lunch, scraps and crumbs for dinner, and that's with the never ending hush and shoo of humans. He grew to dislike humans in a way, he couldn't trust one, none had ever done him any good. But he can remember the faint kindness of very few who have offered him leftovers. Which mean more to him than they would know.
He's seen his friends never get out of the tickets of garbage. He's seen some lay dusty corners days too long. He knows he was lucky to be picked up one day. People fed him, he finally felt the ache in his stomach he learnt to be hunger cease. And he found some where warm. Somewhere soft. Where people loved him, played with him, actually stroked though his once dirt ridden coat. And he's never been happier.

Note: He is only 'My bad one' as he still hold his mischievous scavenger ways, i wouldn't look away from the food you were eating if i were you!

[deertush]

Username: Hot Dad
Kennel: Roseauriga Kennel (viewtopic.php?f=103&t=3533266#p111305007)
Show Name: Trails of the Dust
Call Name: Dasri (My bad one in arabic)
Gender: Male
Collar color: Dark Bronze
Story: In the harsh heat of Morocco Das was raised. Raised a fighter, a scavenger, and an able mind in the pack.
He spent his days roaming the streets, in hopes for any food he could find that day.
The life of a stray isn't a pretty one, it can't be romanticised, or taken lightly. Strays are open to diseases, fleas, the cruelty of humans, traffic, weather, and the fact most meals are trash. And Dasri knows this all too well.
With his nose and paws to guide him through waves of trash and old packets in the off skirts of the city, he holds onto hope. Muddy water is lunch, scraps and crumbs for dinner, and that's with the never ending hush and shoo of humans. He grew to dislike humans in a way, he couldn't trust one, none had ever done him any good. But he can remember the faint kindness of very few who have offered him leftovers. Which mean more to him than they would know.
He's seen his friends never get out of the tickets of garbage. He's seen some lay dusty corners days too long. He knows he was lucky to be picked up one day. People fed him, he finally felt the ache in his stomach he learnt to be hunger cease. And he found some where warm. Somewhere soft. Where people loved him, played with him, actually stroked though his once dirt ridden coat. And he's never been happier.

Note: He is only 'My bad one' as he still hold his mischievous scavenger ways, i wouldn't look away from the food you were eating if i were you!

Congrats!
Aray just received a pup today and you're the only other person to enter so you also win by default. I'll edit your pupper in a moment!

[Hot Dad]

cool, lol, thanks!