
Username:Sanara
Pet's Name:Tanner
Slot #:5
Gender:Male
Species:Mutt
Personality: He is a hopeful dog. He hopes someday he will have a mate, maybe even have pups, and he hopes he is never forced to be a slave to the humans again. He shudders at the very idea of thoes createns.
History/ Short Story:The cages. Millions apon millions. They where everywhere. And all held a female and a set of puppies. His own mother, a dain/husky miz, was old and broken. She tried to teach them what she knew, without getting to close to them. She knew they wouldnt be with her long, and she knew she wouldnt be alive for long. And when that day came, the first thing they did was take her away. She was half dead anyway. She could hardly even walk. They took her out back and the pups were all left. Alone. That seemed to be a reoccuring pattern in his life.
Soon, he was tanken out of his cage and relocated to another part of the building. He was thrown in a smaller cage, one that was only ment to acomidate one dog. As he got bigger, it seemed to only get smaller. Every once in a while they would bring him a female, yet all they did was talk, He didnt very much like 'doing the deed', and there was once a female that caught his eye. He could only pray that she was sent to his cage. And once, she was. To bad it wasnt on good terms. She was sick, with a bleeding eye. They couldnt very well talk, and she was taken away once more.
Once she was lead away a gunshot rang through the facility. He saw her and a few other dogs being lead out the back. She was gone, he was alone.
Then the day came where they all realized that he wasnt producing spawn. He was releived of his position in the cages and they put him on yet another cage on a truck. He was the oldest dog in the truck, and he knew it. All the puppies around him didnt undersstand anything about the world. Didnt even understand what they had gone through. He laied there quiet, listening to all the chatter of the pups till the truck slowed to a hault. All the pups were unloaded with him, and put in a building. Here the cages were much much larger. He could finally move! He stretched his back and layed down, all sprawled out. Just this once, it was good to be alone.
He was looked at by several people, from old adults, to young adults, even children. He never really like the midgets. It was only then did was he adopted by a young couple. Soon he was put in a new setting. A home setting. He didnt really know how to react, for he had never been in one before. For the majority of the time he just laied on the rug in their living room. It was so soft.... Then one day, they decided to 'take a ride' and he was returned to the shop. He was heart broken, and alone. So very alone.
He had always blamed himself for that, but then he was adopted, hopefully for good. It was an old woman, who had several dogs already. More then she could handle on her own. He decided, right then, that he would no longer be a
housepet. He excaped, running into the woods. Running like the devil himself was chaseing him. Thats when he was free, and happily alone.
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