Nex wrote:Ananda98777 wrote:Nex, can I make a stamp for this? I wanted to put a TD stamp in my siggy they I realized there wasn't one.
Uhm.. yeah, sure. Go ahead.
Mwahahahaha!
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Tracker Dog Application Series 2 Username: Ananda98777
Tracker Dog you want: 5
Name you'll give it:
Canary (Pronounced Kahn-awry) Because he is like a canary bird they used to use for the same purpose in mining. The way it is pronounced is important, Kahn is a German surname, its a little thing for my friend who is German, and the 'awry' mean like, wrong or messed up, just like how the practice of sending a creature down to test radiation is really, really wrong. Reason why you want it:
Well, when I read his purpose I was instantly reminded of Red Dwarf when Dave signed them up to be Canaries back on Red Dwarf, and of coarse I have to have anything and everything even slightly Dwarfish. He has a beautiful design and I think for my last tracker it would be good to be a male. I also like how part of his job, digging out victims of tunnel collapses, is a lot like what Chanterelle does. And of coarse, as I am first and foremost a dramatist, there is no harm in adding a male figure into the story. Who knows, my darling Cota could fall in *sing-song voice* Loove. Will it be used in any kind of story?
Yerp! Same ones as Cota. Describe its personality:
Fun-loving, he can do his job and do it well but the second he is off the clock the only think on his mind is his friends. He enjoys tedious work, singing and being generally loud. Many call him immature, but he can, though he rarely does, be serious. He fall in love quick and tends to stay in love for a long time. He is usually carefree and doesn't like to dwell on things, or at least he says he doesn't, in his head he regrets all his mistakes and wishes every night he could turn back time and erase them. Part of him knows he likes where he is and he wouldn't be here if it weren't for his screw ups, but the other part of him is still wishing he could make it all go away. Write an introduction for your Tracker:
"I'm sorry Cany, the wife says I've gotta find you a new home," the old man, Fredrick, sighed, he didn't want to leave his best friend. His mining buddy, they had worked together for so long, how could he give him up now? But Edna, his wife, is allergic, so what else could he do? "But," he smiled hopefully, "the lady who is taking you in is great! She will take care of you, and I heard she even has 2 other trackers! Wouldn't that be great? Friends for you to play with. And of coarse you will still have your job here, and you can come visit me whenever you want. I'm going to be at my house pretty much full time now. Tell me, Why did I agree to retire?" he forced a laugh. "Sound mighty boring to me. Common ol' chum, don't be sad. You'll love it at your new hou-" he paused, "home," he finished. Fredrick took one last look then walked away from the mirror.
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"I'm sorry Cany," Fredrick sighed as he perfectly repeated his bathroom speech to his beloved tracker. All the time fighting the urge to break down and cry, and it looked as if Canary was too. Figuratively of coarse as technically he couldn't cry, but his body was slouched, his head hung low, tail, for once, still. Fred and Cany looked at each other, nothing left to say.
Neither even flinched when the doorbell rang. "Hello? It's Ananda," called the muffled voice after a few long moments with no responce.
"It's Open," bellowed Fredrick, still not looking up from Cany's eyeless stare.
Ananda carefully opened the door and peeked her head in, "Is this the right place? I am answering your add about the Tracker for adopt," she smiled, but it faded as she got a better view of Fredrick and Canary, she could tell it was killing him to do this. She felt the urge to do something, anything to comfort the poor old man.
"Come in lassie," he spoke with a thick English/Scottish accent. Fredrick suddenly leapt from his seat and went into another room hollering "I'll be back in a mo, just getting all his stuff!"
Ananda watched as Canary gently stepped from his seat on the couch and cautiously approached her. She knelt down the pet his soft head, reaching out a gentle hand she allowed him to sniff it. Cany did, and he carefully smiled at Ananda. She could tell he was still guarded, but he looked like a good dog, a welcome edition to her family.
"Here ya go," said Fredrick from behind a large pile of toys, food, treats, various knickknacks and a dog bed. "These'r all his favorite things. Ya got his bed, his food, one cup twice a day, treats, only when he deserves them, and anything else you might need," he looked over the pile carefully, then remembered, "AH!" he reached into his shirt pocket and grabbed a small folded piece of paper, "These are all the numbers you could ever need, my friend, Harriet, is a vet who specializes is Trackers, my number, a few people you can call if you need someone to watch 'im, and at the bottom is his allergies. He can't eat shellfish or have any penicillin,"