[Mint Chip]

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So national puppy day was 2 days ago, and I had meant to do some PPS babes to celebrate it. I decided that it's really never too late for puppies, so prepare for several pups to show up! All of these are based on purebred dog breeds that ranked in the top 20 or below list of most popular dog breeds in 2016!

This babe is based on a Dachshund!
(btw before you say it, this is not merling - this fur pattern on a dachshund, and some other dog breeds, is called dappling!)
All the contests for these PPS babes will be short competitions, most only lasting roughly 24-48 hours. Also some of these may receive RUs (based on a similar dog breed or a color variant of the breed), so do your best!

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End Date: Mar. 29th, 2017 @ 9pm CST

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username; Grifforik
name; Rosco
gender; Male

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Exciting day!

Today was the first day of the rest of his young life. He woke-up, giddy with happiness and sprang out of bed with surprising speed. He rushed to get to the door before anyone could and wrenched it open (after struggling for a minute to turn the knob), to see a pretty young viscet standing outside the door, waiting with barely suppressed excitement.

"Lets go Ross! I've been awake for hours and you never showed up," she pouted a little, but they were both too excited to get into an argument, so she simply grabbed his paw and pulled him toward the road. He laughed and tugged back, so he could close the door to the house and then raced to catch up with her.

"He's only here for one day Ross we've got to get to him before everyone else does or all the good stuff will be gone!"
They reached a large clearing, skidding to a halt, both out of breath as they surveyed the scene in front of them.

A traders wagon sat fat and sparkling in the light of the sun. Painted gaudy gold and green, it had decorations from all over the wold on it, and seems very exotic to the two visclings. There were two matching palomino draft horses grazing, tied to the back of the wagon, and a tall male viscet pulling wares out of the wagon to set on cleverly built tables that extruded from the wagon itself. He was singing softly to himself, and didn't notice the pair standing there. This was not his first run to this village, so he knew what to expect, and was putting out the toys and exotic candies that he knew the children would be expecting, they always beat their parents to the traders wagon in ever town, village, or city, and always had a tiny amount of money to spend all on their own, so the male made sure the things set out this early were fairly cheap and mostly glittery and fun.

He smiled to himself as he noticed the shy pair waiting patiently for him to finish. He put the last bit of trifle down and turned to them with a wide grin and a flourish.

"Master Roscoe and Misses Sabaku, most welcome you are!" He smiled, waving them over. Saba and Ross rushed over to look over this wares and see what he had that was new. There were all sort of wooden toys, and little metal things, fancy boxes, candy of all kinds, and little kick-knacks. But it wasn't what they were looking for and the trader knew it, so they just smiled at him, expectantly, and he sighed shaking his head sadly.

"What's this? No one even bothers to look over the pretty things I have just a glance and a look of 'more please', for shame!" he called, walking to his wagon, they knew he was joking so ignored it, and followed him, both so excited they couldn't breathe for a moment.

He turned back to them, a wicked look on his face, and a package in his hands.
"Now, one of you wouldn't be the recipient of this package would they?" voice light and teasing, Ross sighed impatiently and Saba groaned.

"Come ONNNN Trader Fallon, you know its for Ross!!" she cried, and Fallon smiled. He almost handed the package to the waiting viscetling when he remembered.

"Where is Miss Flora? I wouldn't think she'd miss this for the world?"

"SHES ON HER WAY" they both shouted simultaneously, and then apologized, too twitchy and excited for more words.

Finally he took pity on them both and handed the package to Ross, who ripped it open delightedly, both he and Saba were awed by the contents. It was a package from home for Ross, who was apprenticing with the local blacksmith, he would some day help his brother who currently ran their family forge.

The package contained tools for Ross to use, but all crafted to fit his small hands and stature. He almost shouted with joy upon seeing the fine workmanship that went into each tool, but that wasn't all that was in the package, there was a smaller package with sweets inside, and cookies, and another one that held a beautiful little horse statue that Ross fell instantly in love with.

"Oh wow!!!!" gushed Saba, happy for her friend, "Thats amazing Ross, the tools and the tiny horse," she was just as thrilled as if she'd also been given a gift. And Ross smiled, over the moon, and asked if she wanted to go find Flora and split the goodies. They thanked Trader Fallon and took off to find their friend.

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sCREECH, i must enter in this!!
this is so adorable ;-;
i own a dachshund in rl named ginger

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Rain
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name; Richard
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[Strudel]

username; Strudel

name; Graham

gender; Male

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Writing 1;

I can still remember staring out that window by the sea. The air was often cold, and the smell of salt would fill the entire room when the window was open.
The window was rarely open.

I was a simple housepet then, bought at a store for the amusement of humans. I was fine with that when I was a pup, but as I matured I began to hate my prison. I was simply a slave to the whims of humans-- humans that could care less about me most days. They would pat my head when they would pass, but elsewise they didn't seem to care at all what I did. This was fine, I didn't care much for their affection anyway.
I only cared about the outside world.

I never grew up all the way, I was stunted. Even now when I should be getting close to full adult height I am simply still a pup in looks. Because of this I could never climb the fence out back.
But I thought maybe, just maybe, I could scale the window if it happened to be open.
I never dared to try until I saw her one day.
There was a beautiful viscet with flowing hair walking along the beach. She looked to it with longing, as if it were an old friend finally united with her.
She was beautiful, the most beautiful soul I had laid eyes on. I knew then that this was when I needed to escape finally. She was free out there, happy, and it's what I wanted too. As fate would have it, the day was warm and the window was open.

The other viscet was out of sight when I caught proper courage and finally jumped to the window, hugging the frame and scrambling up as quickly as I could. But it was so far from the ground, and I was so scared. I wasn't very old mentally yet, perhaps a pre-teen. I didn't know how old I was so I couldn't be sure. Still, I was already halfway there, I had to go through with it. So... I jumped. Just like that, straight out the window and onto the lawn. I busted my lip, but other than that I was safe. Better yet, I was free.

I grinned, proud of myself. At least I was proud of myself until I realized... I had nowhere to go. I was terrified. I had never been out on my own. I was still a kid, younger looking than I was but still. I ran to the beach in a blind panic, knowing I should find that female and ask her how to survive, but I was scared to even do that.
Still, I had to do something and so I searched for her. I followed her prints until I lost track of them.

It was nightfall, and at least i had the sense to look for shelter. It was then that I met with her, in a cave. She had a fire going, and as I cautiously approached her, she invited me over without hesitation. She shared her shelter, fire, and food with me.

She asked for my name of course, which I gave, and she gave hers in return.
"Hartley." she answered, smiling softly "What are you doing out here, all alone?"
I had been hesitant at first, but she was easy to talk to. Soon, she had my whole story told to her. She even offered to let me travel with her, though I declined in the end. She told me where I could find here if I ever needed help before we parted ways.

I never forgot her, or her kindness. Eventually I went to see her again, but that's a story for another time.

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Ever since leaving my childhood home, I've had to learn just how harsh the world can be. Don't get me wrong, I certainly don't regret it, but it wasn't as happy and easy as I thought it would be. I faced plenty of ridicule for my abnormal ears and my lack of growth and faced many hardships.

I would never go back, I have no want of that life from before. I want to work toward a better life, though I know it won't be easy in the least. In the meanwhile I'm remaining as strong as I can be as I work toward that goal, and toward finding a new purpose for my life.

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Username; Zumizoom
Name; Ollie
Gender; Male
Short Story From Childhood;

My heart beat in my chest as my paws moved quicker and quicker, but I kept going. I was racing now, leaping over tree trunks, foliage, and dodging branches in the dark. My breathing was labored, as I had never run so far, but this was it.
The final run.
My leg buckled underneath me, but I shot back to my feet and kept running. A few times I had heard something behind me, but this was no time for stopping out of fear. It was getting harder to see now, and I had to quickly swerve to avoid a tree I hadn't seen. My eyes widened as I saw my marker, but where was it? I frantically turned in circles, tail whipping around, trying in vain to strain my eyes and see in the darkness when I heard a crunch.
I froze.
Slowly, carefully, I backed up, eyes darting in all directions until I felt something hot blow on my neck. My eyes widened as I turned around, seeing fur, red markings, tail... until I stopped and looked straight up at a pair of sharp, shiny, white teeth that were smiling at me. I turned to run but was jerked to a halt by a tough rope that lashed around my neck. It rubbed against the scars, and I winced.
Not so fast now, ay? he whispered to me, gravelly voice echoing inside my head. this is what I had wanted to avoid, the scared feelings, the adrenaline that overtook me when I freaked out... I fell unconscious just as a woolen sack was put over my head. However, he didn't put it on fast enough for me to not notice the small cave not 3 feet away. No... I had been so close...

story explanation/history; When Ollie was little, he was forced to fight other dogs so his owners could make more money. His owners had spent all of their money on gambling, and they needed to make quick bucks. So, they trained Ollie to fight other dogs. Or so they thought. Ollie had actually never harmed a dog in his life, because he hated to be in danger of being hurt,much less killed. And when Ollie was still a puppy, they sent him in to fight in a large arena. The only way he won was not by brute force, but by bartering. He talked to the dog (A Mastiff) and convinced him to pretend to fight. Ollie would pretend to fight back, and then Ollie made himself appear so good that the other dog's owners never punished him for losing against Ollie. But Ollie knew this was no life for a PPS, so he started running. He ran every day, sprinting, long distance, everything. So when Ollie ran away to escape, he was ready. Or so he thought. Ollie's owners had another Viscet, a large one. He was all black with red eyes and red wing marking on his back, and his name was Killer. Killer was trained to kill other animals (Surprise, surprise). Every time Ollie tried to escape, Killer found him. So one day, Ollie didn't escape. He attacked. Or at least, he was supposed to.
Ollie had some of his friends join together, and together they almost bit Killer to death. Ollie was supposed to deliver the final blow, but he didn't. Ollie was too scared that Killer and his owners would come back to get him if he killed Killer, and besides. Ollie wasn't a killer. It was too scary.



Personality;Ollie is a shy, timid Viscet who dislikes danger. He is incredibly fast due to his childhood experiences, but he typically uses his speed to run away from peril. He is a scaredy-cat (dog?) through and through, and can be sometimes very inconsiderate of others. He needs large amount of coaxing if you want him to save you if you're in trouble, and even then he mostly cares about avoiding danger, which also means you 'cause you're in it. His best traits are that he will occasionally be willing to help someone escape from something if they climb onto his back, and he lets them ride him as he runs away from whatever they want to get away from.

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[Softballpup12]

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Softballpup12
Names:
Pip and Squeak
Gender:
Biologically male, mentally both.
Their Condition:
Pip and Squeak live inside one body. Pip is female, and Squeak is male. Pip is dominant, and Squeak is submissive. Pip is confident, and Squeak is insecure. I could go on like this for days. The two are opposite in almost every aspect of the mind, the only thing similar about them is that they both live inside their body. Pip is most often in control, as Squeak lets her take over the socializing and sports, as well as any creative arts since she is very creative, but Squeak is good at schoolwork, and he likes to cook, so Pip lets him take over when they need that done because Squeak is very logical. Many people ask them if this is weird, and it never has been for them, as they were born like this. They alternate turns, and often have conversations with each other, though not out loud, because that would be weird! They live inside their head, where they like to build stuff with materials they think of and create. They share a bunk bed, and Pip sleeps on the top, because she loves heights, and Squeak on the bottom, because he is afraid of heights. In fact, Squeak is afraid of everything. Of course, this means that Pip loves danger and adventure, because she's a brave little soul, the bravest one you'll ever meet. In fact, there's a very odd story about that, if I may tell.

Pip and Squeak had a day off of school. They had agreed on a schedule. Pip would take control to go hang out with their friends for most of the day, and then, when they got home, Squeak would take control to bake some cookies and cook dinner. They went to meet up with their friends at the park, Pip at the controls, and when they got there, she agreed to a game of truth or dare. It came time for their turn eventually, of course, and the whole time Squeak was telling her to pick truth, but being the daredevil she was, that wasn't an option...

"Really Pip, was that necessary? You know they aren't going to be nice and dare us to go hug a tree, right?" He moaned, rolling his eyes.
"Of course it was necessary Squeak! I don't want them to think I'm a sissy like you!" She chirped, waiting as their friend began to think. As their friend spotted an apple tree near the river, her friend grinned. Squeak whimpered.
"They thought of a bad one... Ohhhhh nooooo! This is notgoodnotgoodnotgood!" He muttered, scrunching his eyebrows together and hugging himself.
"Go climb to the top of that apple tree, and when you get there, climb out on that branch, yes, that one right there, hanging over the river, and pick me that bright red apple on the end of it," Their friend dared. Pip smiled.
"Oooh! This is an easy one!" She exclaimed excitedly, bounding over to the apple tree.
"Pip, this is not exciting or easy. This is stupid and dangerous!" Squeak exclaimed, sitting down and starting to rock back and forth, whimpering quietly. Pip scaled the small tree, and as she neared the top, the tree began to sway. Squeak squeaked. "Pip, get down right now! It's gonna break!"
"No it's not, you little coward. I'm going to finish the dare!"
"PIIIIIPPPP!" Squeak shrieked, pointing at their feet, which We're now dangling above a cracked stump of the branch they had previously been standing on. "We're going to diiiieeeeee!"
"Nope, I've got this!" Pip chirped, bracing their paws on the stump and reaching up for the apple.
"YOU IDIOT! We are going to die if you don't climb down, and you are going up! Climb. Down. Now." Squeak commanded, covering his eyes.
"Nah, we're perfectly safe. See?" Pip replied, swinging their body up onto the branch that held the apple. She plucked it off the end, and stood up to leave, when the heard a sickening crunch. The branch had snapped. They were now falling. They were falling into the roaring current, arms flailing everywhere as Squeak tried to wrestle the controls from Pip's grasp.
"Perfectly safe," Squeak muttered, his paws slapping Pip's away as he took there body and began to attempt to swim weakly back to shore. "If we're safe then my butt is covered in scales."
"Squeak! Let me take control! I can swim us back to shore!" Pip shouted, a slight bit of fear dancing in her eyes.
"The last time I let you control us, you got us here!" Squeak shouted back, paddling faster.
"Squeak, you have to trust me," Pip murmured, placing her paw on top of his. They gazed at each other for a moment before he did, and they survived to complete their dare.
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