Pet's ID Tag:#10
Name You'd Choose for It:Lancelot (Lance)
Gender:Male
Species:Mountain FeistReason You Want It: In the near future I'm hoping to create something like a character thread, only instead of a normal character thread it will be a stable. Each horse will have it's own personality/history and everything written down etc, then I'll periodicly write stories about what's happening at the stable. In addition to having horses, I think it would be really fun to include dogs and cats. This pup has a really cute design and coloring that is semi-natural/natural. I think he would make a great addition to the stable.
Personality:Lance is very alert and loves to be moving. Very energetic, yet affectionate, he loves a wide vareity of activities and tends to be very social and outgoing. He is strongly right brained, and therefore very creative and playful. He loves dog biscuits and getting petted, and often chases his tail when he has nothing else to do. Some of his favorite pastimes include catching bugs, riding on Warlock's back, and swimming. (Warlock is a thick muscled dark bay warmblood)
History/Background/Other:Sabrina-riding student
Heather-riding instructer, farm owner
Eccentric Sky-the stable/farm name
Lancelot slid to stop as he crashed through the leaf pile Sabrina had just finished raking. "Lancelot!" Sabrina gave him a look and Lancelot lowered his head. "Oh stop it, I know you did that on purpose Lance." Sabrina lept to the ground playfully wrestled Lance until the leaf pile was completely demolished. "Oh great, now look at it! Go play with your buddy Warlock or something, I've got to finish raking these leaves before Heather comes back" snapped Sabrina. Lance looked at her for a moment before trotting off to find Warlock in the far pasture.
You see, when Lance arrived at Eccentric Sky he was just a pup from a nearby shelter. Before he came to the shelter poor Lance had lived at a puppy mill and was severly abused, Being no worse for wear today though you would never guess he had been a sad, introvered little pup at his arrival on the farm. For the first few days on the farm Lance mostly stayed in the house, not interacting with any humans or animals. As time wore on Lance slowly became more social; he slept on Heather's bed at night, he begged for srcaps at dinner, he started chewing on the bones offered to him, he started playing with the toys he was given and he even began going outside for longer periods of time. Soon he was spending whole days outside and was beggining to get to know the horses. He loved all of them, but he seemed to have a special connection with the massive Warlock. Often you could walk outside and find Lance hopping around Warlock's legs or hitching a ride on his back. The funniest thing of all though was that Warlock often tried to copy Lance. He would often watch Lance find his way up a tree and attempt it himself by pawing at it and placing his front hooves on it.
But Lance was not only helping Warlock become more playful, he also constantly interacted with various riding students of diffrent levels and/or abilities. He often actaully ended up helping a lot of riding students, especially in the area of confidence. He always set such a good example for everyone. Soon Heather decided that since he was maturing and was a little older now that it might be time to start him in some type of program to help disabled people or something along those lines. Lance was growing up to be an astounding dog, and had seemingly endless energy, talent and love inside his wrigly little puppy-soon to be adult body. So Heather did some research and discovered there was a nearby veteren rehabilitation center where troubled and/or disabled war veterans could go and be matched up with an animal pertner. Heather knew giving away her little pup would be heartbreaking, but she figured there were few better causes she could give him to and decided she'd try.
The criteria of course was another story. To be able to enroll in the veteran center as a dog/puppy you had to meet the given criteria, and for Lancelot it was a bit of a challenge. One of the criteria was that the dog/pup couldn't be too energetic or enthusiacstic, for the safety and well being of the veterans. Another was obedience. The dog/pup had to meet a certain level of obedience and self control to be enrolled. These two simple criteria were two huge problems for young Lancelot. First of all, Lance's breed naturaly needs exercise, and second Lancelot was a very happy go lucky and energetic dog, so it was especially hard for him in particular to meet the requirements of a veterans assistant dog/pup.
Heather didn't give up so easy though, she was determined to get Lancelot into the program so that he could really make a diffrence, so she enrolled Lancelot in a nearby very reputed obedience school for a month. Each day Lancelot would would go to the school from 8:00 a.m. to 12:00 p.m. and return home exausted. It was unclear however to Heather and everyone else whether Lancelot was actaully learning from the experience. After a month was up the obedience school held a small show to show the attending dogs owners the progress they had made. Local voulenteers who worked at the center would take one dog each and demonstrate the newfound knowledge the dogs had. When it came time for Lanncelot to appear on stage Heather and everyone else she had brought held their breath. A small petite brunette in a sky blue cotton sun dress came out with Lancelot walking obediently beside her. The first half of his performance went rather well, but the second half he acted completely out of control. Afterword Heather managed to get ahold of the school's owner and chat for a moment with him. According to him because of Lancelot's tempermant and breed Lancelot would be extremly hard to train. After seeing what had happened that day Heather had to agree it would be like stabbing yourself in the back trying to teach Lancelot to be controlled and calm. Realizing her dream for him was out reach Heather returned home with Lance in tow deciding to just let Lance be...well...Lance. She let him dig holes, and climb trees, and chew bones, and bark loudly, and eat scraps from the table. As he grew up and matured Lance became more controlled with his actions, and probably could have met the veteran assistant criteria, but Heather felt better letting him live a life a of liesure with his best friends because things happen for a reason, especially when they happen at Eccentric Sky.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. 
