мιllιon dollar ѕтray. ~ Dᴏɢ Rᴏʟᴇ Pʟᴀʏ. / accepтιng

[i n k y]

Chica's eyes shot open at the sound of a loud squawk. She growled and immediately rose to her paws. She stepped out of her kennel, growling and barking at the bird perched on the rim of her food bowl until it flew away. "Stupid bird," she thought aloud. Approaching the food bowl, she scowled. "Now it probably has bird germs or something," she said to herself. She turned around and walked away from the food bowl, still obviously displeased with the fact that a bird was sitting on her food bowl.

Audrey's tail thumped on the light green grass. She pleasantly gnawed on a squeaky toy. Ears pulled back with a wide grin on her face, she was obviously amused with the toy. She continued to gnaw at the squeaky spiky ball, ignoring the barks and growls of another dog not too far away.

Roscoe stared up at the light blue sky. Amber eyes were filled with serenity and calmness. He eased his body lower into the grass into a comfortable lounging position. Taking one last glance at the clear blue sky, he closed his eyes and let out a relaxed sigh. "This..." he began, a satisfied tone in his voice. "is the life."

Tebow firmly grasped the large bone resting in his dog dish with his jaws and proudly walked out of the open gate of his kennel. He held his head high, ears perked straight up, with stubbed tail proudly wagging. Muscles rippled under jet black fur as the doberman strode towards the main pool.

[•Jesus Saves•]

ηαмє; Jay
αgє; 3 years
gєη∂єя; male
вяєє∂; {Big or small it doesn't matter.}so many cross breeds its hard to say mostly golden retriever and Labrador

¢яυѕн; none
мαтє; none
ρυρѕ; none
кιη; dead

ρєяѕσηαℓιту; {At least three lines.}Jay is a smart dog he loves to play fetch and wants a loving family. he wants pups one day and a loving mate but for now he just wants a home.
нιѕтσяу; {Optional.}His mother was born a stray but she was catch and he was born in a humain society. His mother was put down and he ran away after that. He never knew his father.

¢σℓℓαя;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4-pJ2vsoWM/TEwZ4y8jfII/AAAAAAAAAB0/aErHl2-W0os/s1600/Slip-leather-choke-dog-collar-brass-golden-retriever_LRG.jpg
кєηηєℓ;[/url] http://www.helmuthbuilders.com/_images/ ... nnel-1.jpg
тαg ηυмвєя;{Make sure it's free.}35 [/size]
(he's still a stray if thats ok the kennel and tag number that stuff is for when he is adopted)[/center]

(Am I accepted?)

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[puppyfriendz]

[Finnley(Finn)] [8 Months] [Male] [King Charles Spaniel] [Crush: Too Young]

Finnley looked at both the dogs, listening to their conversation. He didn't like the way Sophie glared at him, which made him uncomfortable. He sat down, then nodded his head when he heard she was gonna swim around the pool. "Ya, sounds far to me!" He knew a little Yorkie would probably drown, which made him feel a little excited. He then realized he was thinking cruelly and smiled back genuinely at her.

[wonderlandwolf]

( Oh never mind. I see that they were accepted on the front. Any dog open

[Amitta]

(I have my female Australian Shepherd, California (Cali), open and practicing at the agility center and my male Siberian Husky, Tyler, open and walking around near the kennels.)

[RαrєHuskíєs]

ηαмє; Sinbad
αgє; I am 4 years of age , rather young still .
gєη∂єя; Brute , Male , whatever you wish to call it .
вяєє∂; German Rottweiler .

¢яυѕн; I haven't a crush , I am a rather shy dog .
мαтє; Without a crush , I should fail to have a mate .
ρυρѕ; No pups that I am aware of .
кιη; Tempest (Mother-deceased)
Othello (Father-deceased)
Roman (Brother-unknown)
Gladiator (Brother-unknown)
Chianti (Sister-unknown)

ρєяѕσηαℓιту; Sin is a rather reserved dog . He is quiet and shy , but his tough exterior always fools everyone , and honestly , he seems to like that . He may every once in awhile give a convincing growl just to keep his 'badboy' reputation a thing of interest and talk , so as to see to it that he isn't hardly bothered with . But deep inside , he is just a teddy bear who needs someone to really care for him and pay attention to him . Ever since that night when he ran from the robbers , he has been nearly silent , and refuses to let anyone in . No one knows why he's like that , because no one has been told of the night that changed him . Many think he's always been like that , but a few figure he was different back then , and they are correct .
He speaks fine English , but he does occasionally , due to lack of actually speaking , goes into German dialect , but corrects himself after a few words , usually . He hasn't any true friends , but he does sometimes converse with dogs when he is in a better mood .
If someone had the courage to release him from his shy trance and shadowed shell , they would a find a dog that would protect his cared ones and loved ones with all he has . A huge heart that could take on anyone . A intelligent , truthful dog who would never once tell a lie . But most of all , they would find a kind , trusting , handsome dog who in truth , has just been dealt the wrong card in life , but has a chance to turn it around .
нιѕтσяу; Sinbad , who was nicknamed Sin as a young pup , started life in a rather fine little cottage in Germany . His owners were a older couple , who bred German Rottie's , and he was part of the first breeding of his parents , Othello and Tempest , two prized dogs . His first few weeks of life were as normal and calm as any newborn pup born to a usual family . But as soon as he turned 3 months old , and he was keen on regular dog food , and adapting to his wondrous , easygoing life , something happened . One day , in the dead of night , there was a robbery . All the puppies were cuddled up in the basket , one parent on each side . They were located quite close to the door actually , as their parents were the appointed guard dogs of the family . But that night , the robbers burst in , and as quick as his parents' could wake up enough to protect , they were shot . His mother and father , fallen to the ground , blood quickly pooling around them in a silent stream . The puppies didn't know what to do , as everything was happening so fast . The owners' had awoken , and were yelling and scrambling to try and stay out of the gunfire , but it didn't last for long . They were soon dead as well . Satisfied with the outcome , the robbers went on into the depths of the house , random gunfire going off as they found other dogs , and as that was happening , the ajar door served as a perfect escape route . Him and his siblings ran out , and in the darkness of night , soon lost eachother . It was not long after that Sin somehow found his way to the U.S . He refuses to speak on the matter , and won't give any clues .

¢σℓℓαя; http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4gms ... o1_500.jpg
кєηηєℓ; I prefer to sleep outside , no matter the weather . Unbreakable habit , I like to say .
тαg ηυмвєя; 39

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ηαмє; Vanity Fair , I was ridiculously named this by my old Model owner .
αgє; 3 years of age , very young still .
gєη∂єя; Female , Feminine .
вяєє∂; Great Dane , purebred .

¢яυѕн; I haven't a crush .
мαтє; No mate is present .
ρυρѕ; Puppies , are out of the question .
кιη; Regal Classic (Father-deceased)
Coureur des Bois (Mother-Lives with Sister)
Fleet Goddess (Sister-A Famous model dog)
Belladonte (Brother-Alive and Well , Living in Luxury)

ρєяѕσηαℓιту; Vanity , even due to her luxurious previous lifestyle , is not at all snooty , like her relatives and the ones that raised her . She was the only pup of the three , that grew up right , as most would say . She wasn't whiney , she didn't act like she was better than anyone , and most of all , she had a heart .
She can tend to be a bit shy at first , as she has issues trusting , but once she gets to talking , she is very social and outgoing , and is always a good listener , no matter the situation . She pleasures in giving advice , and there isn't a moment that goes by that she isn't looking out for you . She may have a soft heart , but she can show a bad side if needed , as she cares for nothing more than her 'family' that she creates out of those around her . You'd be lucky to have her in your life .
нιѕтσяу; Vanity was born in a luxurious penthouse , in the fine city of New York . She had designer clothes fitted to her , designer collars , and mostly , a designer family . Her owners were snooty of course , but took such grand care of their dogs , spending thousands on them every week it seemed . Her family were dog models , believe it or not , and the money flowed in like a regular good paying job .
She was living the high life with her brother and sister , until she turned 5 months old . That was when the owner's dear sister came to visit , and fell in love with the light Grey Great Dane named Vanity . Her owner , even after much protesting , finally agreed to let her sister take her back to New Jersey with her . Vanity was disappointed , but it was obvious the owner's sister also lived rather decently . She shared her newfound house with no other animal , and for awhile , was peaceful . But as she grew larger and larger , even larger than her parents , her owner started to rebel against this growth . And as her long tail accidentally knocked things from counters , her large paws drug mud in , and other little things , one day she was kicked out . Out into the streets . She would stand at the door for hours of the day and just howl , and moan , but after a week , it was apparent that she was on her own . She wandered , scavenging and so forth , for a year or so before she found the estate .

¢σℓℓαя; http://cute-n-tiny.com/wp-content/uploa ... collar.jpg
кєηηєℓ; http://www.shoppingblog.com/pics/paris_ ... house1.jpg
тαg ηυмвєя; 40

[abeille]

pαcнyderм

☑ { Loner }

ηαмє;
"Howdy friend! The name's Pachyderm. Don't wear it out, I know it can be long."
Pachyderm
αgє;
"Eh. Down south, this is merely a number. But since I got's to tell ya', Im 2 and three quarters."
Pachyderm is indeed two and three quarter years old.
gєη∂єя;
"Well silly billy. I'd say a street rat like you should know how to use their nose, but I guess I can no longer say that's true."
Female.
вяєє∂;
"Im a collie. Not the border kind, oh no, just a simple, ordinary Collie. 'Ain't really anything special 'bout me but thats okay dokey."
Collie.

¢яυѕн;
"I'll leave the lovin' stuff for later. I obviously don't quite know any of ya' well enough."
As of right now, This Pachyderm has no crush.
мαтє;
"One day I'll find a love. Im certain. Just 'cus I got a southern accent, it doesn't mean my luscious coat and silky peach smooth voice won't land me a friend for life."
She doesn't have a mate quite yet, but she's positive she will one day.
ρυρѕ;
"I always wanted me some wriggling balls fur. Still want 'em too."
None at this moment.
кιη;
"As far as this dog's concerned, they're all dead. Not like they mattered to me anyways."
Pachyderm's father was named Martin. He had bog wide shoulders and a long thin muzzle. Her mother, well so was as kind as a mother could possibly be. Her name was Bell, like that golden thing that plays an awful lot of loud music. She had long beautiful fur, and she too, was a pure bred Collie. Pachyderm had two siblings, both much larger than her, and male. Her brothers name's were Woodchuck and Racoon. Her family had an awfully pitiful time coming up with names, or at least thats how Pachyderm see's it.

ρєяѕσηαℓιту;
Pachyderm is, well, to be blunt about it, special. She is remarkably intelligent, not because she wanted to be from the day she was born, but because she was forced to be, by her very intrigued, overprotective owner. That man, may also be the only cause for this dog's extraordinary personality. Despite that tough, she's the one to be around, especially if you just wanna hang around to cheer yourself up. Pachyderm's smile is contagious in over a thousand ways. When your around her, and your laughing, the sensation of opening a brand new carton of ice cream comes around. Its just that relaxing, that relieving.
The fae has a sparkling way with most of the dogs and people she comes across; unless you've run into her on a bad day. It's easy as pie for this girl to make friends, she is in no way a shy type of person.
She can tend to be a sweet and sensitive person, and on the occasion, when provoked she'll either take flight or she'll fight; Its one of the many unknown things about her, you never know her next move. She's very good at disguising the actions she is soon going to take. You really can Consider her a coward if you want, but being able to tackle another dog, a brute, about 70 pounds heavier than her, is not some 'fraidy cat move. Pachyderm is quite the Collie of strategy, and almost always plans before she acts; unlike some of the dogs you'll come across in this roller coaster of a life. Its rare that she'll act without thinking, in fact, it's so abnormal to her that in that kind of a situation she finds herself pitifully scared, frightened, angered, or terribly jumpy. It really all just depends on whats going on around her. Because quite frankly there will always be something that you won't understand about the unordinary dog.
Pachyderm has never been the type to 'Judge a book by it's cover' or in reality a dog by their physical appearance, maybe at first glance she might slightly think a few words about you, but thats just natural. The difference with Pachyderm is that she judges by the dog, the aura she feels around them, not the outer appearance on who's 'got thick fur,' or who's 'attractive.' It's all a basically a game of the mind to her, the way dogs and people choose to judge each other by look's; it's a way dogs choose who's better than the next, but it's just a stupid game where more than plenty people cheat. The fae is constantly moving, and doesn't like to stay In one place for long. She feels as though it is anxiety that keeps her moving about all the time. As Its a habit, to run free, Its a habit to her- one that she's afraid she'll never be able to break.
нιѕтσяу;
WIP; I am attempting this although it's not as important as the rest of the form.

¢σℓℓαя;
Click here For Pachyderm's elephant collar.
кєηηєℓ;
Click here For Pachyderm's dog house/kennel.
тαg ηυмвєя;
Tag number thirty-five belongs to Pachyderm.

Oh, And I just wanted to remind you that I've also reserved Tag number thirty six, a female.
Only saying that again because you didn't respond or mention on the front that I reserved it. c:

[i n k y]

( Oh never mind. I see that they were accepted on the front. Any dog open

ooc. All of my dogs are open. (: Audrey is in the yard, Chica is in the yard, Roscoe is in the yard, and Tebow is on his way to the main pool. ^^