[jensen ackles]

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Sweetnose Mastiffs are a large working breed that are guard, hunting, and companion dogs. They require a fair amount of energy, meaning they are not suitable for sitting in a home all day unless the owner expects chewed up furniture. Sweetnose Mastiffs are very affectionate and friendly, although generally intimidating; they are quite intelligent and are eager to please, making them a good pet for those in active lifestyles.

a lil shibe inspired bab!! idea courtesy of my friend <3

for this competition, give me a poem you think reflects their personality. (you don't have to write your own poem!)

username: demonthief.
show name: In Total Discord
call name: Layla
gender: Female
weight: 102
height: 27in

genotype: kk / McMc / EE / BB / DD / slsl / AtAt / CchCe / SS / mm / hh / Twtw / rr / TiTi / gg / Uu / ww
phenotype: black with tanpoints and light undersides

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[demonthief.]

show name: In Total Discord
call name: Layla
gender: Female
weight: 102
height: 27in
poem: source

Hope is the thing with feathers (254)
Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

[chellerd]

show name: "May Not Be"
call name: Nimoy
gender: Male
weight: 102
height: 27in
poem: x
Leonard Nimoy
"I may not be the fastest
I may not be the tallest
Or the strongest

I may not be the best
Or the brightest

But one thing I can do better
Than anyone else...

That is

To be me"

[jensen ackles]

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this will end tomorrow!

[jensen ackles]

show name: In Total Discord
call name: Layla
gender: Female
weight: 102
height: 27in
poem: source

Hope is the thing with feathers (254)
Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

congrats!!