ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢɪʟɪᴛʏ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ || ᴀɴ ᴀɢɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴅᴏɢ ʀᴘ || ᴏᴘᴇɴ & ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ

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{Okay,I'll reserve him/her for you now}

[The Last Of Us]

n a m e :: Erin

g e n d e r :: Female

a g e :: 3 years 4 months

t e a m :: Erin's team

l e a d e r ? :: Yes



p e r s o n a l i t y :: Erin is a hopeless romantic because she hates love and is a social bunny she loves to talk and make new friends.

h i s t o r y :: Erin was born to a family of eight puppies.Erin had three sisters and five brothers but they died because of cancer when they were 2 years old.It was only her and her parents left but Erin left them for Agility school a year and four months later.



c r u s h :: None

m a t e :: None

p u p / s :: None



f u r c o l o r :: Grey

m a r k i n g s :: None

e y e c o l o u r:: Blue

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{Accepted,I'll add you now}

[Locker-Neighbor]

Shadow
Shadow soared over the next jump, his legs blurred by their speed. His eyes sparkled with joy, so glad to finally be out on the track. The black dog's fur streaked backwards, springing up and down. He loved his time on the agility course. He soared over the next jump, this one a double-pegged jump.

[paw;]

n a m e :: The names Grenade, and only Grenade. Honestly I don't even think there is a way to shorten Grenade. And if there is, just keep it to yourself.

g e n d e r :: Masculine, Brute, Male, Boy, whatever floats your boat.

a g e :: Around three years. A nice age if I do say so myself.

t e a m :: My team of course. The second team.

l e a d e r ? :: Yes I am the leader. Indeed.



p e r s o n a l i t y :: Well, others may see me different but I will tell you what I think my personality is like. I am always a very anxious dog when it comes to tournaments. I cant ever wait till its my turn and I do sit there and shake in excitement. When it is my turn to run a course I cant ever be happier and I will fly through with a smile on my face the whole way. But outside of the sport I do have a bit of a short temper. I don't like being picked on or bossed around. I can be caring to those that are caring back. I am a sore loser on the inside but aren't we all? Basically I would say I'm a great team leader that always makes sure were on our toes, but not to overwork anyone.

h i s t o r y :: I don't have really bad of a past. I was born on the streets though, that was hard times. Being abused by the humans and starving to death everyday. Until one day the dreadful man with a net had caught me. I was at the age of 9 months at that time, so still pretty young. The steel cages were cold, hard, and lonely. I was trapped 24/7 with no one to talk to accept the dogs around me. Which they weren't very talkative half the time because most were just as scared as I was. I was there for 25 days. I had also heard that was the limit for dogs there, and then your put to sleep. So the day that I was carried away I knew my life was coming to a end. If you were there you would have seen I didn't even put up a fight, just let them pick me up and carry my to my death bed. On the way though we had to pass through the lobby. At that time a man was walking in to find a dog. That's when our eyes meet. He could feel my pain as I looked him without any emotion at all. With eyes filled with giving, giving up on life. My body lay limp in the pound workers arms, I was barely even breathing any more. Just as we were about to enter the room where I would die the man ran over and stopped us. "I want that dog." Are the only words that came out of his mouth and he had snatched me out of the other man's arms and went to the front desk to make it a official adoption. I went home with him that night. My ribs were showing and I didn't make much effort to move around at all. I just laid in the corner all day still not wanting anything to do with life. Throughout the week he tried to bond with me but I was to scared to let him even touch me. Finally I had no choice but to eat the meals he gave me and my weight made big improvement over the next week. We still didn't bond well though, I had began to let him touch me but there was just no love in it.

One day though we had gotten in the car. I thought for sure we were going to go back to the pound, my life would be over and I was fine with it. I didn't want to live anymore fore I had nothing to live for. But to my surprise we pulled into a park filled with agility courses. When I laid my pale, tired eyes on that place I knew this was what I was meant to do. I hopped up without much effort and it hit me. I did have something to live for and this was it. I was a natural going through the first course. My owner and I stayed there all day going back and forth through courses. I would zip over jumps and through tunnels, my owner ran along side me and I would look up at him with one of those 'Dog smiles'. We were bonding, I could feel the love in his eyes as we ran. And I think he could feel the love in mine. Ever since then we had been doing agility every chance we get. And we could never be happier together.



c r u s h :: Currently none.

m a t e :: None. For now I want to focus on agility but if someone catches my eye then I'll probably change my mind.

p u p / s :: None.



f u r c o l o r :: Blue merle

m a r k i n g s :: I don't have many special markings. Just blue merle spots with some brownish red.

e y e c o l o u r:: Ice blue eyes

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♔ Sophie looked around the school grounds,her handler didn't seem to be anywhere close.The young female briskly shook out her pelt,turned tail and bounded back to watch the other dogs practice on the courses.She sat down outside the training courses,watching the other teams practice.Soon getting bored,Sophie decided that she should also be practicing,and with that decision done,she ran off to the course and waited her turn to run the course.

{Accepted,adding you now}

[paw;]

☢ Grenade sniffed the air, the smell of all the dogs drifted in his nose making him quiver slightly. It reminded him of the smell of the pound, the only difference was these dogs were clean and taken care of. He still wasn't used to this school, it took awhile for him to warm up to things. The masculine scanned the area with his blue optics looking at all the courses. What to do first? His handler wasn't in sight at the moment, he was probably off getting ready for something. The Australian Shepherd slowly padded to a course as he stood there waiting for the other dog to finish the last jumps. As always he shook with excitement but tried to hide it hoping no one would ask him why he was shaking. It was just a habit, he did it every time he waited to run a course. He shook out his fur again readying for the course that awaited him. ☢

[ Grenade is open if anyone wants to run into him c: ]