
Firefly. wrote:Ill probably start judging pretty late tonight. I'll let you guys know when I'll start judging. Until then, finish up your forms!
Eighteen wrote:Username~~~~~~~Eighteen
His name~~~~~~~Ringo
His gender~~~~~Male
Backstory:Ringo Wrote:
And here my story began...
I was born on the streets. My mother was good to me and my littermates, but left as soon as she could.
I don't remember much about my siblings, other than they're all gone and I haven't seen them since puppyhood.
Since then I've had a normal street dog life. Picking garbage out of restraunts' shiny metal bins.
Sleeping on the heated concrete. Chasing stray cats. Until one day something changed. A pair of thugs eyed me
and grabbed my scruff. I was tossed into their van and driven away. The time was a blurred one for me, given all the steroids I
was injected with. I remember being thirsty. Very dehydrated. I remember being forced to harm other dogs.
I remember lights, and shouting, and green paper. I remember my cage. It was next to an old, scarred,
black-and-white pitbull mix. His body was criss-crossed with scars, and he always had his chin on his paws.
Laying down. He looked like he wanted to cry, if he could. He one day rasped to me. "Hey... Kid."
I perked my ears in his direction. "I'm too old to leave, now. I'm soon going to make my journey to heaven."
he wheezed. "If I am allowed in, at least..." I felt sorry for the old fighter. He was well-respected by the dogs in the kennel.
"You need to leave this place. Be a better dog than I was. Find a human" He rasped. And with that, he took his
last breaths. I remember being in awe for a few seconds, and then when the men came to take his body out, one had
said, "Stupid old dog..." I remember nothing but blind fury. I lunged at him and managed to
inflict a wound deep enough to keep them distracted as I rushed out the kennel mill. I ran like I
never had before. Across the streets and roads and in front of traffic, I ran. I slowed eventually.
I was skinny, unkempt, and honestly, dirty looking. I rummaged through the garbage cans and managed to find an
old cheese pizza. I knawed on the crust when I saw a family approach me. "Find a human..."
The old dogs' dying words echoed through my brain. I let my tongue droop out of my mouth and wagged my tail.
They took me to a comfy place, then to this shelter. And here I am. And guess what? I have a name! I've never had a name before! It's so neat. The family gave it to me. "Ringo". Doesn't that roll off your tongue just nicely, human? I love it!
Well, I guess you can say that is my back story... Thanks for listening to me, human.
The old fighter was right. I am a better dog than I could have become.Master, I love you...
Please don't forget me...

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