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Mʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs: ❝Pearl❞

Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
ɴᴀᴍᴇ: ❝Call me Pearl!❞
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs: ❝None that I know of❞
ᴀɢᴇ: ❝10 months❞
sᴇx: ❝Female❞
Ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ
ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴛʏᴘᴇ: ❝Medium length and thick, it sheds a lot❞
ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: ❝Creamy tan❞
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: ❝A really dark brown, close to black❞
Yᴏᴜʀ Sɪᴢᴇ: ❝Right now? Small-ish. But I'll be nice and large soon!❞
Ｏｎ ｔｈｅ Ｉｎｓｉｄｅ
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: ❝I am a very happy puppy! and I can almost never sit down or sit still. I have to sit something or else I'm not satisfied❞
ʟɪᴋᴇs: ❝Playing, training, treats, humans, food, sleeping, eating, running, water❞
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ❝Mean anything, boring things, disgusting things❞
sᴋɪʟʟs: ❝Fetch, swimming, running❞
sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs: ❝I am sorta judgmental about strays❞
Ｌｏｖｅ Ｌｉｆｅ
ᴄʀᴜsʜ(ᴇs): ❝None...?❞
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ(s): ❝Humans have one and they seem happy... I wouldn't mind one some day!❞
ᴏғғsᴘʀɪɴɢ(s): ❝None..❞
ᴡᴀɴᴛs ɪɴ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: ❝To be nice and playful!❞
Oᴛʜᴇʀ: ❝❞
Ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ Ｅｌｓｅ?
Oᴛʜᴇʀ: ❝Golden Retriever❞

Honestly, I wanna see you be brave

Mʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs: ❝Dante❞

Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
ɴᴀᴍᴇ: ❝Michael Richard Damion Sanchez❞
ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs: ❝My call name is Dante❞
ᴀɢᴇ: ❝6 human years❞
sᴇx: ❝Male❞
Ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ
ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴛʏᴘᴇ: ❝Short❞
ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: ❝Reddish-amber-ish coat with black mask❞
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: ❝dark Brown❞
Yᴏᴜʀ Sɪᴢᴇ: ❝Large❞
Ｏｎ ｔｈｅ Ｉｎｓｉｄｅ
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: ❝I am a boss; an alpha dog. Always dominant, will never back down. I am used to leading hunting groups and protecting from intruders, so that's where my dominance and anger comes from.❞
ʟɪᴋᴇs: ❝Guarding, hunting, fighting, females❞
ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ❝Idiots❞
sᴋɪʟʟs: ❝Hunting, guarding❞
sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs: ❝I am actually a softie, idiots make me angry.❞
Ｌｏｖｅ Ｌｉｆｅ
ᴄʀᴜsʜ(ᴇs): ❝None...❞
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ(s): ❝I was trained to not have one.❞
ᴏғғsᴘʀɪɴɢ(s): ❝None❞
ᴡᴀɴᴛs ɪɴ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ: ❝Beauty, style, class, charm❞
Oᴛʜᴇʀ: ❝❞
Ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ Ｅｌｓｅ?
Oᴛʜᴇʀ: ❝Rhodesian Roadback Mix❞

Wouldn't it be nice if we lived forever young?

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Natasha is a beautiful, four year old, long-haired weimaraner. she has a gorgeous grey "ghost" like coat, which is longer in some places like her ears, tail and paws.

her mother was a show dog, and her father was a hunting dog. both of them were champions, so the pups were in the thousands. she herself was the only female in the litter and her size was perfect for hunting. so she was the most expensive out of the litter. her brothers were all built to be show dogs. they had the perfect sized bodies. though only one of them went on to actually do show. three of them went to the same place to protect a large property from intruders. as for the last two, they went to loving homes with new families. natasha was bought by a young man who was going to give her as a gift to his son. she at first was excited, though she did not expect what was to come of her.

when she arrived at the home she was attacked by one of the other dogs that lived there. he was rottweiler with a hideous attitude. he managed to leave a large scar on her left flank because he dragged her before the man actually got him off. that moment in time caused her to change her personality. she went from being loving to being fearful. as she grew up she knew there were other dogs on the property, but sadly she was too fearful to meet them.

he was supposed to train her to be a hunting dog, but her fear of everything made her less of a candidate. she was eventually kicked out of the house and in a small run because she was peeing all over the house if she heard a loud noise. every night she would cry and struggle to get out of the kennel. beside her an older dog told her to be quite. his name was, dugan. he was an old labrador who was never pet or played with because he was old now and not cute or fun.

every night they would talk and she would learn a lot from him. he taught her to be strong, and showed her some cool tricks to protecting herself. one night the humans removed him from the kennel. he was limp, though alive, and as he was carried away she whimpered. though with his last few breaths he whispered for her to remain strong. so she did just that. eventually she grew free from the kennel and ran from the humans. she was three years old when dugan died and she grew free from the humans. hardly she talks about it, though she does think about it in times of sadness. he was truly her only friend.

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