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ＷＨＥＲＥx ＹＯＵx ＷＯＵＬＤx ＨＡＶＥx ＢＥＥＮ
ＰＲＯＵＤ，x ＢＵＴx ＴＨＡＴx ＷＯＮ＇Ｔ
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Name: Granger
Gender: Male
Age: Four Years Old
Breed: Pointing Griffon
Height: Twenty three inches
Weight: Fifty one pounds
Overall Build: Lanky, loose, thin; athletic and clumsy with over-sized features and a mop of hair.
Family: Unknown
Friends: To be determined
Foes: To be determined
Crush: To be determined
Positives: Comedic, well-meaning, stands his ground, wants to fit in, humble, carefree, easygoing, good at the things he sets his mind to.
Negatives: Reckless, unorganized, quick-tempered, stubborn, difficult to impress, shamelessly chases the idea of love, daring (wants to prove he's capable of anything, doesn't necessarily believe this himself), unfocused, overly depends on others for happiness.
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- I have this problem. This problem with myself. I grew up with a mother who hadn't had the best past. She struggled with self-image and couldn't get her head out of the dark. They all left me, she used to say. And someday, you'll leave me too. In the end, she left me. After my father died, that little light that was left drained from her eyes, and she just gave up on reaching happiness.
Then it was my sister. She watched our mother waste away and I guess decided she would take the same path. She struggled for five months after our mother passed away. That's all her heart could take. But raised on the thinking of my mother, I've come to believe that there's something inherently wrong with me. I am not the hero of this story; I am it's villain. A curse that is plaguing every dog's life I touch, sending them running from my image and into a premature death.
First my mother. Then my sister. My mother passed this on to me. I struggle with it daily, because I have something she didn't A believe that others are inherently good. Other dogs alone grant me the happiness of a day. When I am facing those carefree eyes and smiling face, I forget everything that I have ever been or believed to be. Every cover slips away until I am just Gendry with no weight on my shoulders to save the world. It is why I try so hard in the company of others - try to be something I am not. A comedian. An optimist. A friend.
Because in the end, I think we both know that they'll just end up fading away.
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ＹＯＵx ＡＤＤx ＴＨＥＭ ＵＰ x
ＴＨＥＮ x ＹＯＵ ＣＯＵＮＴx ＴＨＥ x ＣＯＳＴ．
Name: Lincoln
Gender: Male
Age: Six Years Old
Breed: Doberman Pinscher
Height: Twenty Eight Inches
Weight: Eighty Pounds
Family: Unknown
Friends: To be determined
Foes: To be determined
Crush: To be determined
Traits: Loyal, intelligent, quiet, thoughtful,
caring, slow to act, patient, has a strong sense
of morality, wants to do the right thing,
blames himself for things that go wrong.
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ＴＨＥＮ x ＹＯＵ ＣＯＵＮＴx ＴＨＥ x ＣＯＳＴ．
Name: Lincoln
Gender: Male
Age: Six Years Old
Breed: Doberman Pinscher
Height: Twenty Eight Inches
Weight: Eighty Pounds
Family: Unknown
Friends: To be determined
Foes: To be determined
Crush: To be determined
Traits: Loyal, intelligent, quiet, thoughtful,
caring, slow to act, patient, has a strong sense
of morality, wants to do the right thing,
blames himself for things that go wrong.
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Things didn't start off well for me. Born into a life of fighting, I was thrown into something that I had no desire in doing but was forced into to keep my own life. My nature was far different from the killing machines I was set against. The fire in their eyes was there, but it burned for violence, death, for the decimation of their opponent. I held onto my humanity and somehow kept to the promise that I was only doing this to live, that as soon as it was over, I would be different.
Maybe it was this forceful wishing that finally led them to me.
Whatever it was, I don't care. Suddenly it was over and my four-year fighting career came to an abrupt stop. I heard the words from my rescuers. They had their doubts that any of the dogs found would have any kind of chance at life. Raised to have a penchant for violence, they feared the dogs would rebel against others of their own kind and the human hands that now provided care. And for the most part, they were right. But I showed them something different.
I had my fair share of problems.
Indoors was new to me, and I became fearful of the new world. It was a slow process, but the man who kept me had been rehabilitating dogs for a long while. Another year showed me as a new dog, one as sweet as and loyal as any other house pet, perhaps more so, since I knew what I had been saved from and what this man had given me. I was a walking miracle, and he showed me off whenever he could.
I owe my life to him, and I will never forget it.
