I would like to adopt!
Number: 5.
Picture:
Name:
Species: Cardigan Welsh Corgi
Personality: Lenx is hot-tempered, impulsive, quick to react and intensely stubborn, all of which characteristics he displays quite openly. He is a very open, blunt-spoken individual who is not afraid to air his views. People are often frustrated with him for getting angry about something and then not bothering about it three seconds later. However, despite the more stubborn aspects of his personality, Lenx has a strong sense of justice and right and wrong, as well as a keen survival instinct.
Likes: Lenx absolutely adores sweet foods, his whole life revolves around the sugary sensation he gets whenever he so much as puts a single piece candy to his mouth. In many ways he could be called a 'Sugar Addict'. He's also know too hang around water alot. He was often nicknamed 'Water Bug' because of his constant tendency to swim every five minutes.
Dislikes: He utterly and most truly loathes Humans. Everything about them makes him go into a silent rage. Especially the fact they talk to him in a squeaky baby voice. 'Who's a Gwood Doggy Woggy'? gets annoying after the first couple of times. Treat him like an adult, but he would never admit it. Sometimes he will fall for humans that Cats... The singe word that can make his fur bristle with such despising thoughts. Their sly cunning thoughts relate to that of a foxes, which results in him hating them equally as much.
Background:
Lenx was raised in a rich home, which he considered to be 'His Palace'. He loved the days he spent there, they were the best memories he could have possibly made. Sleeping by the warmth of the fire on a cold Christmas eve. The cuddles and hugs his owners would give him as he returned a stick they had thrown. He loved the way the children's faces would light up with sheer delight as he rolled onto his back, gesturing for a belly rub. And the cheery words of praise he'd receive as he obediently sat near the front door waiting patently for there return. The last memory he shared with that wonderful family was the very night he was stolen. The air that night was crisp as the young man shuffled down the driveway, his hands cupped firmly around his dry mouth. Lenx stumbled over to the Living Room window, his eyes fluttering as he struggled to stay awake. The Man leaned closer in towards the window, one hand outstretched slowly whipping away the frost that made it hard to see. His clouded breath could be heard as he peered through the window, his reason for lingering around a posh looking house so late at night, was still unclear to Lenx. As soon as the Man had appeared... He had faded away into the vast blackness of the knight just as swiftly. Lenx let it slide, maybe that man had been looking for a certain home... And had gotten the wrong address. He slowly closed his eyes and let his mind wander into the vivid dreams of his imagination. When his eyes opened once again everyone was gone. Even the comfortable cream walls of the living room and disappeared. He rose to his feet with sudden alarm. A metallic white wall of the inside off a van, rusted slightly at the corners, rattled as he pressed firmly against it with his puppishly small paws. What had happened that night? Why didn't he wake until it was to late? He would never understand, let alone know. A clouded white door, that he hadn't noticed before cliched open. By the awkward squeaking sound it was quite easily distinguished that the door was in desperate need of oiling. A Small child with eye catching silver hair, that seemed to sparkle as the daylight hit it, extended her delicate hand, it's long slender fingers brushing over his wiry fur with such tenderness that he swore that if he was a cat he would have purred. Instead of greeting this human by pelting her with rough wet licks, he made one loud thump with his tail. Whoever this girl was, she was most defiantly here to help him.
Number: 5.
Picture:
Name:
Species: Cardigan Welsh Corgi
Personality: Lenx is hot-tempered, impulsive, quick to react and intensely stubborn, all of which characteristics he displays quite openly. He is a very open, blunt-spoken individual who is not afraid to air his views. People are often frustrated with him for getting angry about something and then not bothering about it three seconds later. However, despite the more stubborn aspects of his personality, Lenx has a strong sense of justice and right and wrong, as well as a keen survival instinct.
Likes: Lenx absolutely adores sweet foods, his whole life revolves around the sugary sensation he gets whenever he so much as puts a single piece candy to his mouth. In many ways he could be called a 'Sugar Addict'. He's also know too hang around water alot. He was often nicknamed 'Water Bug' because of his constant tendency to swim every five minutes.
Dislikes: He utterly and most truly loathes Humans. Everything about them makes him go into a silent rage. Especially the fact they talk to him in a squeaky baby voice. 'Who's a Gwood Doggy Woggy'? gets annoying after the first couple of times. Treat him like an adult, but he would never admit it. Sometimes he will fall for humans that Cats... The singe word that can make his fur bristle with such despising thoughts. Their sly cunning thoughts relate to that of a foxes, which results in him hating them equally as much.
Background:
Lenx was raised in a rich home, which he considered to be 'His Palace'. He loved the days he spent there, they were the best memories he could have possibly made. Sleeping by the warmth of the fire on a cold Christmas eve. The cuddles and hugs his owners would give him as he returned a stick they had thrown. He loved the way the children's faces would light up with sheer delight as he rolled onto his back, gesturing for a belly rub. And the cheery words of praise he'd receive as he obediently sat near the front door waiting patently for there return. The last memory he shared with that wonderful family was the very night he was stolen. The air that night was crisp as the young man shuffled down the driveway, his hands cupped firmly around his dry mouth. Lenx stumbled over to the Living Room window, his eyes fluttering as he struggled to stay awake. The Man leaned closer in towards the window, one hand outstretched slowly whipping away the frost that made it hard to see. His clouded breath could be heard as he peered through the window, his reason for lingering around a posh looking house so late at night, was still unclear to Lenx. As soon as the Man had appeared... He had faded away into the vast blackness of the knight just as swiftly. Lenx let it slide, maybe that man had been looking for a certain home... And had gotten the wrong address. He slowly closed his eyes and let his mind wander into the vivid dreams of his imagination. When his eyes opened once again everyone was gone. Even the comfortable cream walls of the living room and disappeared. He rose to his feet with sudden alarm. A metallic white wall of the inside off a van, rusted slightly at the corners, rattled as he pressed firmly against it with his puppishly small paws. What had happened that night? Why didn't he wake until it was to late? He would never understand, let alone know. A clouded white door, that he hadn't noticed before cliched open. By the awkward squeaking sound it was quite easily distinguished that the door was in desperate need of oiling. A Small child with eye catching silver hair, that seemed to sparkle as the daylight hit it, extended her delicate hand, it's long slender fingers brushing over his wiry fur with such tenderness that he swore that if he was a cat he would have purred. Instead of greeting this human by pelting her with rough wet licks, he made one loud thump with his tail. Whoever this girl was, she was most defiantly here to help him.
