Username: Maddietess(Red-Scout
Pup Name: Splinter
Pup Story: As a young pup, born in the most horrific place imaginable to the small and defenselessness pup, a breeding farm. A sick and twisted place, causing even the most heroic and brave hounds of hell shudder in fear just upon hearing the name called. What seems to make the place such an unimaginable fear to every dog to walk the planet is simply the unknown, dogs sitting in their cozy little beds, curled up by a fire, they don't know what happens behind closed, rusted bars. Splinter does though, she and her brother and sister knows everything, every nook and cranny of the unimaginable horrors that they live every day.
Splinter was called the angle eye of this nightmare, it was a strange name but that was what the chubby man in the suit, sat with his signature cigar perched on his lips had called her, the white pup hadn't understood the name, she never did, well not until the man came back with a carrier. He apparently had purchased her for some celebrity, apparently celebrities loved little purse dogs with docked tails. Splinter never understood this though, as her mother was a retriever, father an afghan hound, yes she was the runt of the litter but wait, one day she'll shoot up and be as tall as any other lab. The one thing she didn't realize was she was going alone, yes little angle eye's brother and sister weren't aloud to come as only she was the "pretty" one.
Splinter loathed the name "angle eyes" but she had to make do with it as she was now the pet of a whiny singer, who until she reached the size of a small goat insisted on carrying the pup around in a stuff purse, and then she always got scolded when she chewed her phone! What else is she going to do? Just sit there? I think not. Well as weeks passed, turning into months and months to years the whiny little singer decided she wanted a long haired poodle as her friend had just bought a short haired.
Well Splinter was just a broken dog now, her legs forever to be stained red as the bratty owner thought it would be "cute", oh and when they did get rid of her god forbid they send her to the kennel, just straight out onto the streets.
Pup Gender: Female
Pup Age: 1 1/2
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