Beaumont Collie Litter #1000 - Puppy C by Penultima

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Beaumont Collie Litter #1000 - Puppy C

Postby Penultima » Mon Sep 09, 2024 2:41 am


    FOR ADOPTION!

    Estimated Growth Date: 31st August - 5th September
    Breeding Date: 14th September


    Username: Smokyskies
    Name: Covered in Cloth // Ghost
    Gender: Male
    Adult Height: 19 in
    Adult Weight: 41 lbs
    Color: Black and Gold Kaloula Tweed Brindlemerle Ticked Pseudo Irish Rainfall
    Genotype: alkalk Bb cchcch DD EE hh Ii kbrky Ma+Ma sisp TTsr UU LL

    Notes:
    Spooky surprise passes at a 2% rate each - Pumpkin Patch Kaloula & Ghost Fairy Light Rainfall!


    Græskar x Moroaică
    Breeder: coaliev

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    This star pup is looking for a new home!

    To enter, tell me about their first day in your kennel!
    No min or max, extras allowed.
    You may enter pup A, B and C, but you can only win one.
    Each entry must be unique to that collie!
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Re: (ADOPT!) Beaumont Collie Litter #1000 - Puppy C

Postby AustrianAce » Mon Sep 09, 2024 3:18 am


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    Name: Paris | AAK's Gold Standard

    Gender: female

    Name Meaning: named after the Jaune de Paris pumpkin, a golden colored pumpkin

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Re: (ADOPT!) Beaumont Collie Litter #1000 - Puppy C

Postby wolfhaunt » Mon Sep 09, 2024 4:19 pm

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Name: WH Child Of Apollo // Apolline
Gender: Genderfluid
Name Meaning: “Apolline” is a French name that means ‘belonging to Apollo’; Apollo is a deity of the Sun, poetry, and music.
Prompt:

I forgot what it was like to feel warm.

Soaked to the skin, my eyes were nearly squeezed shut against the smattering rain and wild, howling wind. It buffeted me like massive invisible paws, pushing and shoving and tugging at my ears and fur. Everything smelled of wet earth. I tried and tried to catch a familiar scent but my attempts were futile. Dark, thick mud reached like heavy roots to trip me. I couldn’t feel my paws anymore; my muscles ached and whined with exhaustion, trembling with weakness. A gust of wind knocked me into a tree trunk and I was sent sprawling into drenched leaves. I couldn’t get up - I had no strength left. Blinking wearily, I realized that there was a small hollow in the tree. With whatever resolution - or perhaps desperation - I had left, I dragged myself into the damp darkness.

It seemed as if only a moment had passed before a light dragged me from my slumber. ‘Light? Sunlight?’ I wondered blearily, raising my head. I nearly bit my own tongue in astonishment; the forest glowed golden with warm, gentle rays of light, lining every blade of grass and every leaf with gilded edges. A few insects buzzed by lazily, and a bird sang sweetly nearby. But the drastic change in weather wasn’t the most astonishing part of the view: it was a small, glossy-furred creature with dark eyes that glimmered kindly. Branches seemed to sprout from its angular head, and it flicked a small, snowy-white tail. I’d never seen anything like it. Its wet black eyes seemed to call out to me. ‘Follow’, they whispered. And so I did, stumbling my way onto unsteady paws.

We walked for a while, that wonderful creature and I. It never made a sound, and so I stayed silent as well, too overcome with wonder to even find any words. It led me through glades and clearings and open fields, only pausing as I fought to keep up with its long strides. After what could’ve been hours, it stopped at the very edge of the forest and stood still, staring unblinkingly. Hesitantly, I crept up beside it and peered through its front legs.

A house, not magnificent by any means, but bright and alive with ivy and flowers. A small garden, lush and radiant with herbs, fruits, and vegetables. Large, gnarled old willow trees. Wildflowers. Butterflies. I was once again enraptured with wonder, and it wasn’t until I felt a soft nudge at my side that I looked at my guide again. Stars twinkled in its obsidian eyes, and an inexplicable sense of trust and faith in this creature bloomed into my chest. It seemed to sense this and smiled, bent its head, and gently lapped at my ear. A chorus of excited barks stole my attention again - a small, multicolored group of dogs streamed from an entrance to the house, panting and wagging their tails when a human stepped out with them. They wove around it with grace, leaning in for a stray pet or two. A home, I realized. This could be a home. I bounded forwards, exalted, before spinning around to look at my guide. It just blinked and regarded me with that same warm expression. Letting my tongue flop playfully from my mouth, I turned and kept running towards the house. A swarm of yips and wagging tails greeted me as the small pack sniffed and licked at my fur. They parted readily as the human stepped toward me and I looked up at it with hope and nervousness. After regarding me for a moment, it laughed and scooped me up in its arms, shrieking with amusement as I covered its face in licks. Home, I was home. My new pack barked and howled gleefully, running circles around their (our) human as we headed towards the house for some much-needed food and washing. I scrambled to peer over my new person’s shoulder, hoping to shoot a thankful glance towards my forest guide, but the wondrous antlered creature had vanished. I thanked it anyway.

(The roe deer is a symbolic animal of Apollo, deity of the Sun.)
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Re: (ADOPT!) Beaumont Collie Litter #1000 - Puppy C

Postby Restful Dead » Tue Sep 10, 2024 12:58 am

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Re: (ADOPT!) Beaumont Collie Litter #1000 - Puppy C

Postby Aizaka » Tue Sep 10, 2024 1:52 am

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Re: (ADOPT!) Beaumont Collie Litter #1000 - Puppy C

Postby Smokyskies » Tue Sep 10, 2024 2:38 pm

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Name Meaning: Named after the little ghosties on him!
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Re: (ADOPT!) Beaumont Collie Litter #1000 - Puppy C

Postby bug » Wed Sep 11, 2024 1:35 pm

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Re: (ADOPT!) Beaumont Collie Litter #1000 - Puppy C

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Re: (ADOPT!) Beaumont Collie Litter #1000 - Puppy C

Postby Baobabel » Sun Sep 15, 2024 1:56 pm

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Name: In a Field of Pumpkins // Calabaza
Gender: male
Name Meaning: Calabaza - a type of squash/pumpkin
Prompt:
Calabaza did not have a nice start to life. While loved by his mom and siblings, if the humans ever interacted with them, it was never pleasant. His first memories of humans are associated with pain and fear. They also seemed to fight and argue amongst themselves frequently. The word ‘money’ was thrown around a lot too. When Calabaza and his sibling were a bit older, beginning to wean, the Bad Event happened. First, his three siblings were taken by strangers and not seen again. Then, two days later, Calabaza was snatched from his mom and tossed in a box. Calabaza couldn’t see out but he was lifted, then heard doors slam, and then felt movement. He was in a car headed away from the only home he knew. After a long time the movement stopped. The box was lifted, set down again, and then the sound drove off. Calabaza was alone. First he sat for a while, assuming someone would come for him eventually. But he quickly grew hungry and scared. It took a lot of effort but he eventually managed to tip the box and crawl out.

He stumbled out and began to explore his surroundings. He was next to a rocky road that was unpleasant to walk on so he went further into the brushy grass. He wandered for what felt like miles and miles. He hadn’t gone far (he has short puppy legs after all) when he found himself on the edge of a field filled with a familiar shape. It was a small pumpkin patch. Those objects looked just like the markings on his siblings! He felt a rush of energy from this small sense of familiarity. He ran over and immersed himself in the patch. The squash were all kinds of shapes, sizes, and colors. He sniffed them, climbed them, and then settled against one that most reminded him of the shapes on his sister’s coat.

He must've dozed off because next thing he knew, he heard a human moving nearby. They were making an odd sound in their throat, but in a musical and soothing way. He continued to feel relaxed until they came into view. They emerged much closer than he anticipated. They were clearly surprised to find a young puppy in their pumpkin patch and even more surprised when the small thing let out the most ferocious growl ever heard (from a puppy at least). They quickly backed off to give the clearly stressed pup more space. The growl scared Calabaza more than it had the human! He had never produced that sound before. All he knew was that when he caught sight of the human, all the memories and familiar fear sprang out and he wouldn’t let himself be harmed by one of them again.

This human wasn’t new to fearful dogs. Recognizing his behavior for what it was, they felt sympathy and understanding. They backed off further and settled down farther away but still in view. It was midday and they had all the patience in the world if it meant they could help this poor pup. Time passed and Calabaza felt his body begin to relax a little. He moved from a curled standing position to sitting, and then eventually laying down. A while later, the human slowly slid a few pumpkins closer and then stopped again. A few minutes later, they slid closer again. This time, it was too much so Calabaza raised his head and growled again. They stopped moving, and settled in place. This continued for most of the afternoon until eventually the human was about 20ft but couldn’t get any closer without making the puppy uncomfortable. They were worried, rightly so, that this puppy needed food and water. Knowing it would set back the progress, they decided to prioritize getting nourishment in the pup. As an owner with many dogs, they always had a spare water bowl and a variety of treats on hand. They prepared a bowl of water and a small handful of shredded chicken. Walking slow, they approached the pup. Calabaza began growling, though with less heat than earlier in the day. The human continued to approach until just a few feet away. Then they set the bowl and chicken down before quickly retreating back to the 20ft line.

Calabaza wasn’t happy or trusting but his stomach was really hurting and he was feeling a bit lightheaded. The pumpkin had provided shade but he wasn’t used to going this long with food, water or his mother’s milk. Ultimately he caved and he quickly scarfed down everything provided. The watching human saw he was finished consuming everything and that he had settled down again. They had another trick up their sleeve. It was time to see if the pup’s fear was focused on humans or more general. They made a loud sharp but slightly musical sound from pursed lips. Calabaza was confused but nothing else happened. Then, not two minutes later, a dog burst out from the undergrowth and came bounding over to the human. The two had a happy reunion until the dog picked up on Calabaza’s scent and looked over questioningly. But it stayed with the human and continued to enjoy their attention.

Calabaza was confused. That dog went right up to the human with no fear. And it even seemed to be enjoying it! It certainly appeared to actively push the hands towards its coat to receive pets. It looked like a pleasant experience with no pain involved. Calabaza’s young brain was having to do some complicated thinking. The only dogs he knew (mom and siblings) were terrified of the humans. And the only times he was touched by them it was painful, not pleasant. However, this new dog seemed to not only tolerate it but relish it and seek it out. He felt like he was missing something. Then the human bent down to whisper in the dog's ear. He gave a quick tail wag then turned his attention to the puppy. The dog approached slowly with a calm and friendly demeanor. Calabaza wasn’t afraid. After all, the only ones nice to him had been other dogs. Plus, it was hard to feel nervous about this fluffy serene looking dog. And truthfully, even though it hadn’t yet been a full day, he missed the company of other dogs. Slightly cautious, he stood up and greeted the adult. The interaction went over smoothly and Calabaza was quickly feeling relaxed in the new dog's presence.

He learned the other dog’s name was Ibex. Ibex kept things light and told Calabaza some stories from his own puppyhood and about some of his friends on the ranch. Eventually they came around to the topic of humans. Calabaza wanted to know why Ibex seemed to trust the human and why it looked like he enjoyed the hands on him. Ibex gave a soft chuckle and said “because it feels good!”. Calabaza explained his own experiences of puppyhood with humans and Ibex look turned somber. “I'm sorry you had to go through that, especially at such a young age. I know it might be hard to believe, but not all humans are like that.” he went on to talk about his own encounters with humans, especially this one in particular. “If you feel ok with it, I’d love to help you meet them. You’re welcome to stay on our farm and you don’t even have to like pets. That being said, we’re a ways out from the house and it's a bit far for your young legs. It'd be alot easier and quicker if the human could carry you” Ibex explained.

Calabaza’s stomach turned at the thought of those hands on him but he remembered how Ibex had looked when getting ‘pet’. Additionally, despite not knowing him very long, Calabaza already trusted Ibex. He took a deep breath and said ok. The human stayed on the ground as they made their way over. They didn’t move and let Calabaza approach at his own speed. First he just got used to standing close, then he even sniffed them. Ibex at that point pushed his own head owner one of their arms, clearly his way of asking for some attention. The human gave him some neck scratches before offering a hand out to Calabaza. He stepped forward, allowing the contact. The human moved their hand slowly and calmly under his chin. Then slid to rubbing soothing circles on his chest. He didn’t fully realize he was enjoying it until he discovered he was actually leaning into the touch! He boldly stepped closer, encouraging more pets. They obliged and began long strokes down his back. Soon enough he found himself laying beside them getting ear and belly rubs. He never knew getting pets could be so satisfying! His hard to reach itchess were going away and the sensation reminded him a little of getting groomed by his mom. During this, the human had started up this strange hmmming sound again which he also found relaxing. He later learned this was called humming and the human often did this when feeling relaxed.

After sometime they realized it had turned into evening and they were going to have to leave soon to get home before dark. Ibex warned him that the human was about to stand and checked in to see if Calabaza was ok being picked up. Calabaza was feeling better about humans at this point although the thought of being held still made him nervous. Despite this, trusting in Ibex and his interaction with the human thus far, he decided to let it happen. He was carefully scooped and was soon looking from a much taller point of view. He found the view interesting as they made their way to a house.

Calabaza quickly settled into life on the farm. He loved interacting with the other dogs and quickly grew addicted to pets from the human. He learned in life, in any species, there are good and bad individuals. His favorite place on the farm is still the small pumpkin patch. When in season, the squash reminds him of his beloved siblings. Out of season, it’s the place he learned to trust again and met his new family.
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Re: (ADOPT!) Beaumont Collie Litter #1000 - Puppy C

Postby -s-i-n- » Mon Sep 16, 2024 11:54 am

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    Name: CoR's Pumpkins Scream in the Dead of Night "Banshee"
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    Name Meaning: In Irish folklore, a Banshee means "woman of the fairy mound" or "fairy woman." It refers to a female spirit who is believed to wail or cry as a forewarning of death in a family.
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    On our first day at the new kennel, Lycaon and I were like two bundles of uncontainable energy. I bounded through the entrance, my fur gleaming with every exuberant leap, and announced my arrival with a series of high-pitched yips that echoed through the space. Subtlety was clearly not in my repertoire; if anything, I was the canine equivalent of a brass band.

    Our first adventure led us straight to the biscuit pantry. The door was barely ajar and we took that as an open invitation. Within moments, we had turned the pantry into our personal snack bar. Biscuits went flying—some into the corners, others smashed into the floor, and a few even perched precariously on our heads. We left the scene with crumbs plastered to our coats and satisfied, wagging tails.

    With our snack attack complete, we turned our attention to the flower garden just outside. It was a lush, inviting expanse of soil and blooms that seemed to beg for a little canine creativity. Lycaon and I wasted no time. We dove in, our paws digging furiously and sending clumps of earth flying in all directions. The garden was soon transformed into a mud pit, our once-pristine fur caked with dark, rich soil. Every time I let out a triumphant bark, another clod of dirt went sailing through the air.

    Muddy and triumphant, we decided to explore further and inadvertently stumbled into the kennel's office. Our entrance—muddy paw prints everywhere, smeared across the walls and scattered all over the paperwork. The desk, once orderly, now looked like it had been redecorated by a pair of enthusiastic artists with a fondness for mud. We rolled around, adding our personal touch to every piece of paper, ensuring the staff’s frustration matched our unbridled joy.

    The kennel staff, their bemusement turning into exasperation, finally decided that enough was enough. They herded us towards the bath area, which was about to become a splashing extravaganza. As soon as the water began to flow, we were in full play mode. The bath quickly became our personal water park. We splashed, jumped and turned the tub into a frothy whirlpool. Water shot up and splattered on the walls, the staff and even the ceiling. By the time we were finally wrangled into some semblance of cleanliness, the entire area was drenched and our caretakers were soaked, though their frustration had softened into resigned laughter.

    As the sun set, it was clear that Lycaon and I, whom the staff affectionately dubbed “Bansheaon” for our inseparable bond and playful antics, had made a memorable entrance. Our muddy escapades and exuberant splashing marked us as the kennel’s ultimate troublemakers.
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