imma try writing, i havent written to adopt in o long, i may have lost the little i had lol. im gonna try a diferent writing style. well here goes it ;3
Pet's ID Tag: 10
Name You'd Choose for It: If I were to choose a new name, it'd be
Ambika, it means like good mother or something, but if the donor dosn't want her name changed, I don't mind Dakota
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: Don't really know, just always loved her for some reason.
History/Background/Other: below
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. yes!
It was a calm summer day, and I was headed to the local shelter to pick up a new dog. I lived alone, and I wanted a companion to keep me company and give me a sense of saftey. I moved into a cozy, roomy, little house out in the country, hoping to own some horses someday, when things at work got better. The only friends I had were the goats and sheep that roamed freely about the pastures, cleaning up the weeds that had overgrown the place over the years. As I pulled into the local shelter's dusty parking lot, the barking got louder and louder, and my anticipation climbed. Ding ding ding went the little bell on the door when I opened it. "Welcome, how may I help you today?" said the lady at the front desk in a cheerful manner. "Ummmm, I'd like a new dog, well, you see-" "Fill this out and we can get started" the rosy-cheeked woman said while shoving a clipboard at my chest from over the counter, never taking her eyes from her paperwork. I took the forms to the couches in the lobby and began filling in the blanks and boxes on the documents. There were questions like: "What size dog are you interested in?", "How much space do you have for your new animal?", and other questions relating to you and your dog. I quickly scribbled down my answered to this survey, and handed it back to the receptionist. "Alrighty", she said as she scanned over the papers quickly. "Come right this way young lady" she said to me as she walked briskly down a hall towards a pale blue door with black paw prints on it. We entered an outdoor area, covered in a plastic tarp and lined with chain linked dog kennels. "Oh, how rude of me to not introduce myself!", the woman said embarrassedly. "I'm Cathy" she announced as a hand came my way. I took it and shook it politley while introducing myself. Cathy handed me a blue piece of paper with several names and numbers on it. Confused, I opened my mouth to ask what the small slip was, but before I could utter my question, she explained that I was holding the kennel numbers of suggested dogs, as chosen by the form I filled out when I arrived. Just before leaving, Cathy quickly added: "You can pick any dog, but these are highly recomended for you". I walked up and down the rows of cages for what seemed like hours. It is so hard to decide I thought to myself, studying each dog carefully. I checked off eack dog's number in my head again and again, to make sure I hadn't looked over a dog. Every time I repeated the numbers, one number stood out. "Had I skipped a dog?" I mumbled aloud. After going up and down the isles about tenthousand times, I finally found the little cage in the corner that'd appeared vacant earlier. I dropped to a squat, looking into the concrete house in the back of the narrow kennel, hoping to find another dog. At first I saw nothing, except a pillow in the dark shelter, but as I looked harder I realized the 'pillow' was a skittish lump of fur. I started kissing at the huddled shape, and out of pure fear, not aggression, it growled at me. I patiently caressed the creature out of the dark, and just as a brown paw timidly came out, a cheerful but warning voice came out of nowhere and said "Oh, I see you've found Dakota". Surprised, I jumped, scaring the dog back into the dark. It was just Cathy. "Dakota was abused, never played with, never got any love poor thing. We've tried many trainers on her, but nothing seems to work. She's been here for quite some time, poor thing." Cathy said sympathetically. "I want her" I announced loudly, while looking over a clipboard that hung from a string on her cage. It read:

Dog Name: Dakota
Gender: Female
Age: Unknown, about 4
Weight: 90 lbs
Breed: Collie Shepard mix
History/Backstory: Dakota was found at an abandoned home where a dog breeder's son had owned Dakota. When he moved out to college, he had to leave her with his mother, a Great Pyrenees breeder that hates collies. She was never loved, just given food and left alone to suffer. from this, she no longer trusted people, and when the mother moved out of that home, the son had forgotten about Dakota, and she was left, abandoned, to rot and die alone. We found her, emaciated and neglected.
I dropped the aged, dusty clipboard back on the kennel, and I said agian "I'd like Dakota please" usure if Cathy had heard me. "Okay, but I'm warning you-" "I know" I said in an irritated way. "I was saying, that she'll take some getting used to, and you'll need to fill out some paperwork before you can have her." Cathy said. "Okay, whatever it takes to get this sweet girl." Cathy walked cautiously into Dakotas kennel, slowly pulled her out by her faded red collar, and clipped a short purple leash on her. I followed Cathy back inside, and waited for my papers. Instead, we walked into a large room. The room had red carpet, dirty white walls, and dog toys, agility equippment, and other canine things. Dakota was brought in and Cathy explained to me what I had to do with her. As instructed, I played, bonded and did activities with Dakota. Then I got to walk her hack to the lobby, where we met with a vet, who would give Dakota the OK. As I watched Dr. Rhodes give her last examination for Dakota, she found her clean, except that she needed to be current on shots and pills. Once that was done, back to the lobby we all went. I signed some papers, bought some dog food because I had none, and Dakota was finally mine! I was beaming with pride as i walked to my car. I had something to be proud of, someone to love, someone to love me. Dakota seemed like a new dog in the car. Fearless, head out the window, tongue glued to her face by the wind. She seemed so happy to 'have her own person'. As soon as I pulled into my dirt-road driveway, Ambika, as I decided to call my new friend, started whining and wagging with excitement.