Username
~Willow
Name
Dougie
Gender
Male
Short Personality
Flighty -- Nervous -- Defensive
Diligent -- Protective -- Fearful
Life Scene
The winter was cold, the snow mush on the ground and soaked into my fur. It made my bones cold. It made me cold. I was maybe a year old then, hardly a guard dog at the time. Whimpering and whining at the door got me nothing, so I sat, shivering, against the door of a rusted car. The leather band around my neck hurt and dug into my thin fur, the metal chain attached to it heavy. I whimpered, alone in the cold air, unaware of what was soon to happen.
A rustle came from the bushes on the other side of the fence and many beady, peering eyes met my startled gaze. Rats! As they started to come through the fence, I yelped and squealed, trying to get away. One rat, a brown one, snickered and approached me.
"Hehe. What's the matter kid? Scared we're gonna hurt ya'?" he sniffed, looking at mt leather band. The chain was taut, and I couldn't get away from him as he climbed up me. "Hmm. Mind me takin' this? It's be nice in the den." he asked, looking at me with a twitching little nose. I was afraid and didn't want to be hurt, so I nodded my head.
"Good!" he grinned, yellow teeth showing. He came closer and started to gnaw away at it. Eventually, between his chewing and hoe taut I had it, it snapped, and I tumbled back. The rat few in the opposite direction. I scrambled for the door, tail tucked between my legs.
He took the leather and flicked his tail at me. "Thanks again, kid!" he laughed. I never saw him since.