โญ๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ขโโโโโโโเผป
" ๐๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ถ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ข ๐ก๐ข๐ฐ๐ข๐ฏ๐ณ๐ข๐ฐ ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ก ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข " เผบโโโโโโโ
๐ฑ๐ธ๐พ๐ถ๐๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ท๐
chance has always been a very social dog, ever since he was a pup, and it broke his heart when his siblings found a new home. that was, until it was his turn to be rehomed. that teenage girl, chance knew she was the one the moment she had scooped him up in her arms. his new home had a large backyard, which he loved to play in very much with his new family. they always seemed to be so happy... almost too happy. as chance continued to grow, he noticed this home wasn't the paradise it seemed, especially when that boy showed up. the two older humans were always yelling something at the teenager, and she seemed sad, even when he tried to comfort her. boxes began to show up in his owners room, and before he knew it she had him in the car and driving away from their home. it wasn't long when she beckoned chance out of the car, and that's when it clicked: this was the strange boy's house. The one whom had showed up and ruined his family. and now here chance was, being forced to live in his ratty small house with the small yard ("ratty" and "small" in his eyes, it was still a nice house). but, it wasn't as bad as he thought it'd be. if anything, it was better! even after biting the boy's hand, chance was still loved, by both of the teenagers. they let him lay on the couch with them, tossed him scraps of delicious human food, gave him tons of love and all the attention a dog could ask for. and he couldn't forget those candles he absolutely loved the scent of. then came the day when that all changed...
chance remembered them both crying, hugging and petting him, anxiously grabbing their things. and when he tried to follow them out the door, it was closed right in his face. he felt abandoned, but at the same time, he could sense something was wrong. the scent of smoke came only a few hours later, and it was a living nightmare. chance panicked, and that panic built up enough adrenaline to where he managed to jump at a window and shatter the glass, allowing him to escape the flames. Barely. The hot pavement burned his pads. Thankfully he'd only suffered minor cuts from the glass.
it wasn't long before he stumbled upon a pack of abandoned pets and joined them. even though he knows none of the dogs, he still does his part. everyone deserves a chance to live, and he certainly doesn't want to die.
๐ฝ๐๐๐ โ chance
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐(๐) โ tbd
๐ถ๐๐๐๐๐ โ intact male
๐ฐ๐๐ โ 5 years
๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐ข โ bisexual
๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ single
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๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ intelligent โ social โ caring
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ questioning โ dominating โ merciful
๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ defensive โ know-it-all โ impatient
๐ฑ๐๐๐๐ โ ibizan hound
๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ โ 27 inches
๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ 63 lbs
๐ต๐๐ ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐ โ white w/ reddish orange
๐ต๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐ โ short
๐ด๐ข๐ ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐ โ chestnut
๐ฑ๐๐๐๐ โ lithe/agile
๐๐๐๐๐/๐ฒ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ slightly burned paw pads & minor cuts
๐ฐ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ green collar w/ no tags
๐๐๐๐๐ โ hazelnut candle & ash
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๐๐๐๐ โ average pitched w/ a hint of scottish
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๐๐ด๐ป๐ฐ๐๐ธ๐พ๐ฝ๐๐ท๐ธ๐ฟ๐
๐ต๐๐๐๐๐ข โ tba/none (maybe open)
๐ผ๐๐๐ โ tba/none (open)
๐ฒ๐๐๐๐ โ tba/none (open)
๐ต๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ tba/none (open)
๐ด๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ tba/none (open