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Kennel number: P34
Name: Silver Rain
Breed: Malamute
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: Well I have a story in my head which seemed to fit this animal right. When I saw her the story began to form in my mind and there was instant insperation. So I wish to write many things about her. Bring her to life in my stories.
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I do not believe everything is black and white. There is a grey zone. We all have black in us and we all have white. Even the purest creature is not white as snow and not even the darkest creature black as coal. We all have this grey zone.
I was born in a den in New Yorks central park. My mom had been a house dog until she got pregnate and her owners decided they could not afford a littler of puppies and it would be easier to dump the dog out into central park to have her litter. I had never know the hand of a human. Humans to me were abstract thoughts. I smelled them from the den and heard their loud voices and machines but never sw the creatures. In my mind they were like dogs. After all I had only ever seen dogs so I saw no reason to think that there was anything different.
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Kennel number: P34
Name: Silver Rain
Breed: Malamute
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: Well I have a story in my head which seemed to fit this animal right. When I saw her the story began to form in my mind and there was instant insperation. So I wish to write many things about her. Bring her to life in my stories.
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
History/Background:
I do not believe everything is black and white. There is a grey zone. We all have black in us and we all have white. Even the purest creature is not white as snow and not even the darkest creature black as coal. We all have this grey zone.
I was born in a den in New Yorks central park. My mom had been a house dog until she got pregnate and her owners decided they could not afford a littler of puppies and it would be easier to dump the dog out into central park to have her litter. I had never know the hand of a human. Humans to me were abstract thoughts. I smelled them from the den and heard their loud voices and machines but never sw the creatures. In my mind they were like dogs. After all I had only ever seen dogs so I saw no reason to think that there was anything different.
Art:
Other: wip