"Dixiee is only spelled right with two "e's"
“Four things come not back:
the spoken word,
the sped arrow,
the past life
and the neglected opportunity.”
"Aiming right for you."My name is Dixiee Doo, but you may call me
either Dixiee, or Doo. and please do not
forget my two "e's". They are important and
make me, me. Don't forget the name."Hello My Dearest New Friend I am sure you are wondering who I am just as much as I am
wondering who you are. Well how about I break the ice and start out telling about myself,
then maybe you can tell me a bit about yourself. Does that sound like a nice trade?"
♡ Age ;; Three Years Old
♡ Sex ;; Vixen or Female
♡ Position of Power ;; N/a
♡ Pack Leader ;; N/a
♡ Love Struck Lover ;; N/a
♡ Never Judge the Distance of an Arrow by the Angle of Flight. ;;
A black and white dog that seems to blend into the back ground when not given the chance to sore through the air. A pelt made up of a complete white base, covered in many different shapes and sizes of black dots. A tail that whips out behind, like a whip searching for a target to strike. Ears that flop over to about the base of deep brown eye, and the other half pale blue x. Standing from tip of the head, to bottom of the paws at 21 inches, and weighing in at 42 pounds, average for the breed. Commonly called the Standard Dalmatian.
♡ What Do You See in My Eyes? ;;
Tender, caring, sweet, and out going. Not uncommon to the breed, Dixiee will always put her best paw forward and do the best of her ability to allow for the best out come. Always up for a new event or for a new activity to keep the day adventurous and keep her on her toes. How ever, she is a softy, always wanting to show love, care, and tenderness to those around her. She is not one to pick a fight but she is one to finish it.
Not to Bright, Stubborn, and Flirty. Another trait often common with her breed, is she is hard of hearing and hard headed. She often does her own thing, and finds it hard to remain on a task or an order that is given to her. This leads to her being a little slow on the learning of a new task, or slow to pick up on the clearly implied.
How ever, she is not a shy female when it comes to putting herself out there, she likes to flirt, but most of the time it is innocent flirty that is just part of who she is. She is not a female who always needs a male around to be happy, for often she finds herself flirting with females just in an attempt to make friends and break the ice.
Giggly, Bubbly, and Awkward These are traits of her's that come out only when and if a male she likes come around. She just can not control herself. She is giggling at every thing he says, blushing like no ones business, and grinning like a Cheshire cat. A bubbly bundle of joy that seems to bounce of the walls, and be in the best mood you have ever seen. But even through her girly self she is awkward and often just says the first things that come to mind and will often regret them in the near future.
Feisty, Sarcastic, and Blunt Through her tender, loving, and sweet nature Dixiee is a black and white spotted body of attitude and snappy remarks. She likes to use sarcasm is all kinds of forms and is never scared to tell you exactly how she feels. Blunt when faced with a question that deserves an honest answer, but often will be feisty with her remark to avoid an answer that she is not willing to share. Unknowing she often hurts the feelings of those around her.
Overall, she is a girl of many traits that will take some getting use too it.
♡ The Past can Never be Relived, so Why Ponder? ;;
"Many of us have pasts that they do not want to talk about, or have left wounds to deep to bring back to the surface, and that i respect in you. How ever, I am sorry to let you down but my past is nothing like that. If you are still interested feel free to keep reading."
"I was born to a mother and father, my mother was named Perdita and my Father was named Pongo. They were top of the line Pedigree breeding pair that lived in a home with a man and a woman and a small boy named Adam. He was about three years of age when the litter of six puppies were born to the loving pair. Four girls and two boys that were black and white spotted babies, all the same but all very different. Loved and cherished by not only our mother and father but the two legs who walked around us. I was not the runt of the litter or the biggest of the litter, I was smack dab in the middle, but in our house hold that did not matter."
"I do not remember much of my young life till I was about a month old and able to walk, run, talk, and move out into the world. Yes, and that meant finding a home that would be all to my own. Most of the puppies already had a home waiting on them ad that went for me as well. My new home was an older lady of about 64 years of age, she smelled like moth balls and roses. An odd combination but in some way they complimented one another and made her feel like home. We were not with our parents for long before we said our good byes and were off to our new home."
"Her names was Gladice and she was the sweetest old lady you would ever meet. Big hearted, gentle, warm, soft, and cozy to sleep on. I had nothing to fear in her, but on the whole ride home she kept talking about a dog named Rambo. Clearly a dog she already owned. How she hoped he would like me, and it had only been the two of them for years, but she was getting old and Rambo was still young and needed a friend to run around with. Honestly I was not scared, I picked a playful young dog who was no bigger than my own father; warm, fuzzy, caring, but protective to all ends of the Earth! Pulling up to the side of a small house with vines and flowers growing up the walls, and a white picket fence that made it homey. Green grass on all edges, bushes lining a white brick house my tail began to wag."
"Before she could get the care in park I was out the window and booking it to the door. She called after me but of course I did not listen and off to the door I went! I did not even notice Rambo, waiting, on the porch for us. I threw myself up on my back legs at the door barking up a storm, when a large, loud, and deep bark rang into my ears. I stumbled back tail tucked, and a whimper escaping my muzzle as a large dog that looks like me, but one hundred times bigger came from the shadows. His paws were as big as my head it seemed; as he came forward I could hear Gladice calling his name but just like me he ignored."
"He was known as a Great Dane, and he towered over me. Lowering his head I knew he could since my fear, but it all melted away as he gave he a large lick on the head and grabbed me by the scruff caring me down the stairs and back to Gladice who had a huge smile on her face which made my tail begin to wag quickly. I knew this male named Rambo would let nothing happen to me, he was now my big brother."
"Years began to fly by as I began to grow and Rambo grew right with me, unknowing that he could get any bigger. But not all was good and happy; Gladice was going down hill fast. She told no one, for she said she had no family but us. We could do nothing for her, we stayed by her side when she needed us, and we cared for her the best two dogs could do. But alas we were no help and within two and a half years of me being in her loving caring arms she was out of my life. Me and Rambo stuck around for some time until finally the people came for her and her family came as well, not a tear in their eyes. I wanted to rip them apart I growled and snarled but Rambo stopped me from doing anything dumb."
"How ever, this was the first time I saw Rambo growl and bark with fiery. They came after us, attempting to chain us and throw us into cages.. Rambo barked and growled and snapped his large jaws forcing them away form us; RUN! He yelled and of course I listened, I could hear his tags jingling behind me as his large paws, and long legs brought him to my side. No longer did we have a home, a warm bed, a mother, we had eachother."
♡ Fears ;; Being alone, Loosing Rambo, Being Cages or Chained.
♡ Hobbies ;; Exploring, Running, Playing.
♡ Strengths ;; Excellent eye sight, Strong Nose, Stamina.
♡ My Man oh Man ;; Sweet, Caring, Strong, Cuddle Buddy, Funny, Out Going, Protective, Talkative, Not Awkward, Likes to Explore, and Cares for Me for Me.
♡ Other ;; N/a
Male | Five Years Old | Belgian Malinois | Beta Male // Lead Warrior // Warrior | No Crush
My coat is considered to be thin, and well kept it is a mixture of a few different colors the main ones are brown, dark black, tan, and white. I am a well built brute that stands about to the waist of an average sized male. My face is all black, hiding my dark brown eyes. Underneath my coat I am layered with well toned muscles, firms, and kept to the best of ability. How ever my name does not lead to false conceptions I am truly a Prince Charming. Care to know more? ✕✕
Well now that I have your attention I guess you can learn more about the Prince I have come to be. Now, let me think about where I can start with who I am and what I surely hope to become. Now lets start about what their is to know about me on the inside Cocky, Outgoing, Funny We can start with some of my better qualities and I would have to say these are some of the tops. I am a male that always thinks he can do what ever he puts himself toward or really what ever challenge comes my way. I can get into a set of mind where I feel like I can do no wrong and that is something that must be accepted about me. How ever, along with the cockiness, I am out going. I love to get out and about and see what is new and unexplored or what I have yet to explore. I like to push the limits and expand what I think I can do! And of course who does not like a good laugh? Of course you do! And of course so do I! Ha! I like to make anyone laugh and I personally like to laugh myself and as much as possible. Loyal, Stern, Hard Headed Now this is where I get a bit more complicated when it comes to being the brute that I am; and why not start with the one that will effect the dogs that I run with. I am a loyal brute who will never fail to defend those who live and run around me in the pack that has become my home. I never let down the ones who rely on me! How ever, with my loyalty comes being stern and being rather hard headed. I do not break the rules unless breaking the rules will mean a better end to those around me, and with that I am a hard headed and not easily told what to do. I follow rules yes; but I also have my own rules that will fend you well to know in the long run.
Now with every good their is bad and with me it is the same thing; with the funny, the out going and the loyal comes the Rude, Snappy, and Temperamental For some a filter to what they say is built in, and most know how to live with it and how to control but for me mine knows when and where to malfunction. I do not always think before I speak and most of the time is not something you want to hear. So yes, most of the time I am indeed seen as rude. And when that happens and I am snapped out by another dog that does not know me, or how I am I become snappy and snap back. My temper does not know how to come back down and when it is up it is up or awhile. I have met no one who has been able to bring me back down to earth. Guarded, Simple, and Complex Now I am sure from what you I have told you already you think that I am open and always talking about anything that comes to mind but simply enough that is not the case. I am guarded over many things that make me who I am. Including, my past, crushes, and many other things. I am a simple brute to get along with but I am also complex and no easy to understand. It has away of balancing itself out.
Loyal, Loving, and Honest I know that I already said Loyal but now we are talking about something other than just being loyal to my pack. We are talking about that weird fuzzy feeling you get when you meet a loving female that makes your heart skip a beat. I am loyal to that one lovely lady and that I doubt will never change; with my loyalty I am loving, caring, and over all honest to the one that has stolen my heart. At the base of each romance is a trust that is built on being honest with your better half. And yes I am indeed, and a big ole teddy bear.
Do not let my hard outside and rough edges push you away yes sometimes I am a hard male that is hard headed and has a temper and easy to attack. How ever, if you take the time to get to know me I can prove to you that I am just a gentle giant.
Are you beginning to wonder where I came from? Well I guess I can you some about me and my interesting different past that has become my own. I was born and raised On a farm in the middle of no where, my mother and father were gone I am pretty sure they were just wild dogs who left me to be tended to and taken care of by man. Either way, it was my home. I was by myself for a few days making noise when finally I was found by a small boy with dirty blonde shaggy hair, with holes in his jeans, a loose button up plaid shirt, and boots that came up to this calves under his jeans. He was considered to be around the age of eleven when he found me and it was love at first sight.
He took me into his arms and took me into his homes to his mother, who was a pretty lady with long blonde hair tied in braids and a long dress that did her body no justice but she was as sweet as honey. Of course she was a little off to the idea of a dog, I could tell she feared us, but the farm needed a dog and I was so young that she could train me her way; so my story had begun. The boy was named Tyler he was my master, my brother, my son, my father, and my best friend. We grew together and I stayed by his side always never far behind or out of the way of a whistle. He grew up fast and so did I; together we made this farm our own. But as we grew his mother began to grow apart from us and want to go off in the truck up the road and to a mans home.
Me and Tyler had not met him before but one night when the moon was up the sky was dark I heard the truck coming up the road I could smell his mother but the other scent was rotten. I bared my teeth and growled leaping off of my masters' bed and taking to the window seal. I began to bark up a storm growling and snapping at the air, till Tyler came up and open the door I took out just in time to see this man touching on the mistress of the house. I took off into a run snapping my jaws and leaped into the air taking him out with a snap on the four arm and bringing him down to the ground. Ripping my head left and right I pulled him away from the mistress with kicks and screams to the ground his mother soon on me. She pulled me off of the man Tyler quickly at her side taking ahold of my collar and yanking me into the barn.
I was tied there eachtime that man came over to the house, for each time I was out I felt a need to rid of him to scare him off so I took after him with full anger wanting to take him down and finish the job. How ever, that was not allowed. How ever one night that would change; I could smell them within the house all together but something else was in the air. Alcohol. My ears perked up on my head and I let out a hard growl yanking myself to my feet and I let out a deep rumbling growl when a scream echoed into the air.! I yanked hard on my rope and peered through the door to see the mistress falling out of the house covered in blood the man coming behind her hard and heavy blade in hand. I began to bark and yank wanting to get at him to help my family, I pulled and barked and snapped and growled till finally the knot undid.
I tore through the yard kicking up dust bristle on end and ears down as the man tore down onto the mistress, I could smell the blood in the air and I took at him jaws open and snapped onto him yanking him away in a fight for life. I left him limp on the porch going the mistress to check on her but I could tell she was gone. But then a noise, I darted into the house to find my Tyler lying limp on the floor, he had done the same as me. Protect his mother. He was bloody and weak of breath I whimpered to his side and tucked into him he wrapped his arm around me and held onto me, but I knew he was slipping. And it did not take long for his suffering to end.
That man had taken it all from me and now it was my turn to take it all from him. I pushed myself off of my master and walked with my head held in a new manor out onto the porch where my enemy lay still alive and fighting for life. But not for long; I was on him fast ripping at his throat like a rabid dog till the deed was done. My coat was stained with his blood and my home was stained with my families. I had failed them and there was nothing left for me here.
Rank - N/a | Crush - No one. | Mate - Maybe one day. | Pups - They are cute, but none mine.
