
T o o t h l e s s ;
But call me Toothy, if you wish. It saves you typing the above out a lot. c:

"Oh, well, you would like to know my name? Of course; it is simply Holly Pudding. I was always told I looked somewhat like a christmas pudding. Call me Pudding ... or HP. Maybe Holly if you know me good enough."

Of course, this would be my first JBD; but she would have a special signiture for me to wear with pride; and she would have a top place in my Character corner, and WORLD DOMINATION >:D She would get a ton of christmas cakes and crackers, and luff all around <3333

Oh my gosh, what could I say? I want her, or would like her to stand by my side as a companion for life, even if she is pixilated, and she would be the sister I never had. <3 I would always be hugging a stuffed toy of her (if I ever make one :p) and take my laptop everywhere with me just so I can speak to her.
"I'm not guilty! Ehehe ... ^_^' ""Yay! Christmas Pudding! :D"The perfect Christmas dream ...Playing With Fire!
Pudding's small, curved, flat ears lifted up ever so slightly, as she lay on her bed; a bed with a duvet decorated with holly, mistletoe, and red ribbons. Her eyes were fixed intently on the fireplace, and she awaited the moment that she would see a plump figure dressed in thick red, white and black clothes. Santa Claus, or Father Christmas.
Pudding always loved Christmas day; when her owner went to bed she always waited up; but maybe not this time. Her eyes were droopy and heavvy with sleep, and she longed to snuggle into her quilt. Eventually, when it became 11 pm, she closed her eyes, and drifted into a snowey world, where she heard the jingling of bells, and snorting and whistling of the wind ... or was it wind after all. She realised her eyes were closed, and when she opened them, she found she was back at her house, on her bed. But she sensed someone in the room; and a large shadow cast over her. She glanced at the figure's black feet, red clothes, black belt, long white beard ... it could only be Santa!
Well, Pudding was so excited she could barely speak -- but it wasn't just that. It seemed her lips were sealed together and she couldn't speak loudly. Eventually, she whispered, "Santa?" However, before she could touch him, he dissappeared back into the chimney, and then the bells sounded again, then faded back to no sound. She blinked and whined with happiness. With that, strangely lulled, she drifted back into sleep, her body tingling, still thrilled by what had just happened.

"What I like, and my favourite activities? They vary indeed, but I'll tell you, I love frost and snow, no matter how slippery. I find my paws stick to the ice and I can slide, yet never fall down. Well, when I say never, I don't mean ..."
Basically she loves to sled on snow and ice, and Winter, Christmas, bells, hollies...
"...That's all."

"Summer. I hate Summer. That's the time I want to hibernate but I can't if I live in a house. I hate over 18 degrees temperature, it makes my fur fall out rapidly; that's why it's so thick!"
Basically she summed it up; Summer. She also dislikes rain, dew drops from leaves dropping onto her.
"But, I do sometimes come out of my shell at summer."

Now, it is hard to keep Pudding away from Cake, but when this happens, she tends to gulp it down in one go, and doesn't chew at all. This results in almost choking and scaring me to death x3
Also, despite her wintery coat and flavour, she loves to play with fire.