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Pomeranian #35
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Ohh, aren't you special? You look like a little fox!

See the puppy's markings with out shading: xxx, xxx

Based on: x

Owner: Hae
Name: Zorro
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Description: Orange coat with peculiar brown and white markings, resembling a fox.
The eyes are dark brown and the nose is dark gray.
Type: Silky
Children: None

[~elizabeth930~]

Username: awesomeliz930
Name: oscar
Gender: Male (do not change, you will be disqualified.)
Short personality: yappy but so lovable no one can resit him even his mess making may not be cute but wait till the puppy eyes!
Short story: he was born at a shelter but his mom died so was feed by poeple when he was a puppy but began to think humans were his mommies
If you won him, would you rather him to be a Silky or Poof?: poof i love them that way!

[Flowerdust]

Username: Flowerdust
Name: Socks
Gender: Male (do not change, you will be disqualified.)
Short personality:
Short story:
If you won him, would you rather him to be a Silky or Poof?: silky

I`ll work on this in the morning

[Foxtrot101]

Username:
Foxtrot101
Name:
Fahrenheit
Gender:
Male (do not change, you will be disqualified.)
Short personality:
This little bundle of joy is very friendly but can be sneaky. He sometimes likes to chew on socks or fingers but it very gentle. He is rarely ever timid unless he has seen something unfamiliar to him.
Short story:
Fahrenheit, having only one other brother, seemed to be a little curious about everything. He was always found in the weirdest places where you would never think he would be. His fox-like pattern made him unique; he was easy to spot when he was trying to be clever and sneaky.
Fahrenheit was always playing with something he found in the house or the yard. From a ball to a stick, he always entertained himself when he couldn't play with someone. He didn't care how big or how small anyone was, it didn't matter cause he was very gentle with them. He would even try to size himself up with the other animal he was with which never really seemed to work...
If you won him, would you rather him to be a Silky or Poof?:
Silky, his coloration seems to have silky written all over.

[guqqi]

Username:
BlueAura~
Name:
Link
Gender: Male (do not change, you will be disqualified.)
Short personality:
WIP
Short story:
WIP
If you won him, would you rather him to be a Silky or Poof?:
Poofy ^ ^ *reason WIP*

[The Most Sincere]

Username: You know me- I'm Gravity! (I am such a rapper sometimes)

Name:

Tenor - Yes, after the Saxophone. Why?
Simply because this Pommie's fox-like marking rejoiced in a harmonious symphony.
An ensemble of perfection. Put it however you want.
Either way, his unique patterns set him apart from the rest, but he still has his own unique twist.
And if I won him, Aviator would call him Ten.
Only to irritate him, of course, though.

Gender:

Male - Obviously.
Look at this strong little guy.
His muscles practically jump out at me.
So ripped, Pommie. Flex for us.
-Wink, wink-

Short personality:

Tenor is relatively laid back. His temperament is exceptionally well, having put up with Aviator for so long. Many would describe his as faint-hearted, generous, and helpful. All of these are very true.
For faint-hearted? Well, as strong as he is, Tenor cannot handle blood. At all.
The scent, the taste the sight. Nada. Nothing.
And yes, he is very generous.
Tenor loves to give, and just for the fun of it...
Though the fear of Karma also plays a role in that.
And he adores the time that he spends helping others.
Whether it's helping Aviator out by putting pillows at the bottom of the couch for a landing, or even helping me clean the house, he is always very attentive and kind.

Short story:

It was 2011, and Aviator and I were walking drowsily side by side, ever so often bumping into one another.
Yeah, another one of those "morning exercise" routines, as Gravity likes to call it. More like torture, if you ask me.
No sane person would wake up at 6:00 a.m. to jog. No one.
And I'll be honest: I can't really differentiate from this, and being tied to a treadmill with a chain slowly cutting off my airflow.
But I'm not one to complain. I mean, look at it. Middle of Summer, the birds chirping.
Refreshing breeze circulating calmly. Sun peeking slowly above the horizon... It was great.
My brother, noticing my suddenly smug look, glanced at me.
"Why're you so happy?" He grumbled. A look of confusion crossed his face, mingling with the usual pout.
"Why not?"
"Oh- maybe because it's the crack of Dawn."
Giving an involuntary snort, I turned away, gazing ahead intently.
Maybe it wasn't so bad after all...

If you won him, would you rather him to be a Silky or Poof?:

Silky, because I already have a Poof (:

Up there, by me ;)

[KathrynKat]

Username:WildHorse32
Name:Clover
Gender: Male (do not change, you will be disqualified.)
Short personality:
Hyper, Playful, Gentle, and very Sweet.
Short story:
Clover was found in the park in a field of Clover.
He was all alone, He was somewhat Skinny, but luckily seemed as if just banned day or 2 ago but still seemed to the need of food and water.
I walked up to him and he start to run to me all excited.
I knelt down and he flew onto my lap knocking me over, He had no fear since he had an good sense of humor, and Knew just the right people to trust.
I then took him home and he fed he ate like he haven't ate in a week.
He had no color or anything.
I looked on CraigsList.com and nothing So I posted.
Days passed and nothing, So I took him in to see if a Micro Chip and he had none.
I never saw any papers up looking for him later on so I kept him to my self.

Now he is just a big part of the family and is very loved.
I was glad that he was still a puppy when I found him because that just means we get to have him for many years.
If you won him, would you rather him to be a Silky or Poof?: Either works but Prefer Silky

[wishes.]

Username: three little birds.
Name: Fox. His full name is actually the latin name for the fox, Vulpes, named by his owners mother who liked scientific names. Fox was a present for the little girl, so, not liking the name Vulpes (''You could just call him Vul!", the mother protested), nicknamed him Fox, for, of course, his pelt.
Gender: Male
Short personality: When you look at his coat, he looks like a fox, correct? So... What comes to mind when you think of a fox, or a stereotyped fox? Sly? Cunning? Cheeky? Well, Fox is all of the above. This little pom can easily sneak up on somebody, and they won't know he's there until you're flat on your face, being tripped up by a small fox-like dog running between your legs. People would want to get angry, but then.. He gives you that look. That one with the big, pouty eyes, wagging tail, and you have no choice but to snuggle and forgive him. He has many others antics, to name a few:
- Stealing food from in the cupboard then making it look as if nothing ever happened
- Taking something somebody needs (e.g a shoe) right before they need it
- Sitting on your bed before you go to bed so that you can't lie down, no matter how much you try to move him away.
But he is a sweet ittle guy, and can win over even the coldest of hearts.
Short story: My tiny heart beat as the small box jumbled about. I heard muffled voices from outside of the box, and I could make out the word 'Careful'. The box I was stuck in hit the ground with a thud, and I was jolted around yet again. I really was dreading whoever opened the box...
"Happy Birthday!" My parents chimed as I woke up. I rubbed my head, giving them a half-hearted smile. "Here, open some presents!" I had ionly just woken up. I fact, I was still half asleep as I sat down with my parents to open some presents. I saw a little one, that had caught my eye.. Suddenly, a large, heavy box was shoved into my hands. I dumped it on the ground, sighing. "Be careful with that one, sweetie!" My mother cried. I rolled my eyes, and carefully took off the wrapping. It was a carry-box, for a dog or a cat. "Why would I need?--" I stopped, seeing a tiny ball of fur in the corner of the box...
Light flooded into my cage. I saw a young girl, looking at me with her teeth bared. She carefully put her tanned arms around me, and I was dragged out and into her arms, despite my struggles. The two older humans looked happy, but the one holding me was ecstatic. She squeezed me, and I tried desperately to breathe. Finally, she put me down. Where was I?
If you won him, would you rather him to be a Silky or Poof?: Silky, please.

[royalty.]

OMG


Username:Luna
Name: Scout
Gender: Male (do not change, you will be disqualified.)
Short personality: A Kind, frisky creature who loves to play and can be a goof off but is very nice
Short story:
If you won him, would you rather him to be a Silky or Poof?:




WIP

[E t e r n i t y]

Whaaat? *A*
There's an adoptables species of my favorite dog breed? -Le epic flailing of arms- o///o
-Reserve <33-