Kennel 3 || Male || Saint Bernard/Ape/sloth/Human
Username: Golden-Boy
Dog Name: Strade
Collar: An oversized black and red collar with fake roses and plastic realistic hearts on it, with a tag stating the dog's name and the address to return to if lost.
This collar was given to him during events on Day 3 in Adalgar's records, he spread multiple collars of different style about the room and urged the dog to pick one it enjoyed, or to just ignore all of the collars if that was not something he wanted. Strade chose the one with fake roses and Adalgar took that to have Strade's name engraved before Day 4 when the adoption form was submitted, confident that he'd be able to take a big sweetheart home.
Dog Personality: Giant Sweetheart, desperately wishes to be loved, uses manipulative measures to get others to acknowledge him. He doesn't mean any real harm, but he finds it difficult to get attention when he isn't acting up. He also feels as if nobody likes a nice dog, or hates him because of his appearance. While this is extremely true, it still hurts him, and it makes him go into a state that is much like a supervillain. Wanting to take over the world around him and forcing affection to be given to him.
Likes: Rubber Balls, Fake mice, Fake birds, Knives, Sickles, Being hugged/hugging others, sleeping, soft music, ice packs, cats, thick blankets, heavy winds, rain.
Dislikes: Loud music, his friends being hurt, being yelled at, chains, rope, tightly closed spaces, being alone, being feared, being cold, large paintings, big teeth fish
Original Containment Procedures: Feed daily at 7pm, keep in closed container at minimum of 6'9 height, and minimum 9x9 floorplan. When out for adoption hours keep in closed container used for other hounds. If possible owner wishes for Kennel 3 to be opened in any way, staff should be on standby for possible injury or death.
Adalgar's Containment Procedures: Keep food out constantly, as Strade does not like eating at certain times of that day and these times can constantly shift, Allow to wander entire house and backyard, go on walks around forest area everyday during the nighttime hours when the sun is not out, if there is a visitor, warn them of Strade but do not contain him in any alternative way.
Favorite Toy: Striped Bouncy Ball: Originally made out of a fortified dodgeball, this toy can take quite a beating, however, Strade seems to be perfectly content with keeping it safe and sound.
Theme Song:Everything You Ever - Neil Patrick Harris"So you think justice has a voice? And we all have a choice?"Thoughts on Adopter: "Friend!! Friend Friend!!!! BEST FRIEND!!! Said my name!!! Needs lots of hugs!!! Best friend!!! Very big! Big but short! Short but big!! Fits in arms like glove!! Gave me sharp thing!! Helped me hurt mean dog!! Best friend!! Kill! Kill for best friend! Best friend gets hurt, I kill who hurt best friend!"
Day 1Today, I met the sweetheart officially. I had seen his eyes through the bars and felt attracted to him. I wanted him to be my own dog, and have him be the part of my life that left me after the death of my old dog, however I needed to be sure. I needed sure I could be safe around him. Strange however, a murderer wondering if a dog is safe enough for his home. The dog should be more afraid of me than I am of it- but no- not this time. This time, me and the dog are equals. Or if anything, the dog is the superior here.
When I went up to him and let him out of his cage, he sniffed my hand, very standard stuff, but then he just...flopped down on the ground Almost crushed my foot, he did, but he seemed to be hugging me afterwards. Confusing, but I didn't mind. I decided to have a sit down and see what the big guy needed. He looked up to me and my cold stare, and he kind of just...put his head on my face. Confusing? Absolutely. But I saw it as some kind of affection and pet him. And GOD the drool. I felt like only my face was getting a shower once I started to pet him. But lord, as much as it was disgusting, it was also super cute, and I couldn't help but need to see him again.
Day 2When I saw him today he seemed to be ready for me to walk in through the door of his kennel and actually sit in there with him. For some reason, I couldn't see him at my height today. I was trying to come up with a name, because I knew this dog had to be mine, even if I had to steal it from someone else. I said the names aloud. James, Dahmer, Igor- All resulting in him making weak noises and a look in his eyes that said "no, that's not the right name." I tried to keep coming up with names, but before I could say another I got a phone call from my drinking buddy. The worlds spilled from my mouth as I answered, hoping the dog wouldn't mind.
"Hey Strade, what's up-"
Boom, immediately the dog started barking and I could hear his tail batting at the bars. That look in his eyes...that was it. His name was Strade. Me and my friend had a good laugh, saying how the dog was trying to steal his name. After the phone call, I knew something deep in my soul. The Strade on the phone was my friend, but the Strade right here was most likely going to end up being my BEST friend. I was curious about something too, but that'd have to wait for tomorrow. I wonder if the people up at front will let me give him a knife...maybe if it's a small one. Note to self; bring the smallest knife in my collection...or a sickle. Would a sickle work?
