Post by Angel on Apr 22, 2012 1:38:43 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=style,background: url(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7215/7166450506_f06d641e47_o.jpg) repeat repeat; border: 4px #787878 solid; border-radius: 10px;,true][cs=2] ANGEL stray female | |
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,250][classy=title]stats[/classy] [classy=field]Name[/classy] Angel [classy=title]pedigree[/classy][classy=field]Nickname[/classy] N/A [classy=field]Age[/classy] Three Years [classy=field]Birthday[/classy] - - - [classy=field]Gender[/classy] Female [classy=field]Breed[/classy] English Coonhound [classy=field]Eye Color[/classy] Brown [classy=field]Coat[/classy] Tri-colored with ticking [classy=field]Sire[/classy] Ticker [classy=field]Breed[/classy] English Coonhound [style=background-color: white; opacity: .4; height: 1px;] [classy=field]Dam[/classy] Chevy [classy=field]Breed[/classy] English Coonhound [/style][classy=title]family[/classy] [classy=field]Mate[/classy] Angel is not in a relationship. [classy=field]Pups[/classy] She has no offspring. | [atrb=width,250][atrb=valign,top][classy=title]photograph[/classy] [classy=field]Name[/classy] Elizabeth [classy=field]Gender[/classy] Female [classy=field]Experience[/classy] Over three years. [classy=field]Referral[/classy] Google Search [classy=field]Characters[/classy] None |
[classy=title]likes[/classy] • leather shoes [classy=title]strengths[/classy]• chinese take-out leftovers • strange new scents • fireplaces • chasing cats • tracking • great endurance • hunting • sleeping • patient | [classy=title]dislikes[/classy] • cages [classy=title]weaknesses[/classy]• newspapers • humans • huge trucks • guns • all offense, little defense • won't take food from a human • has a soft spot for pups • follows random scents • snippy |
[cs=2][classy=title]appearance[/classy] Angel is a typical coonhound, loose skin and large chest. She is fit, a little thinner than a house-pet because she has to find her own food. Her muzzle is broad and nose large; perfect for sniffing out dinner. The ears hang just below her jaw, limp and heavy; but the left ear and a slight rip down the middle splitting it into two limp halves. Legs are long. Her coat is a soft cream with a tan mask; and her back and legs covered in tan and 'blue' freckles. Her nose and paw-pads black, and pads are fully callused over. [classy=title]personality[/classy]Optimistic, yet blunt. She is the dog that will point out things she hate even if it's to the face of another canine. Yet, she doesn't mean it as an insult, more of her option. Angel does have a sweet side to her, so her name is in no way ironic. She would help someone younger then her, giving them tips and whatnot. But don't expect her to sweet-talk every 'pup' she meets. Her trust twords humans is a dark thing for her, so her view on pets is a little low. Yet somehow threw it all, she somehow seems to let her tail wag after the day is threw. [classy=title]biography[/classy]This young coonhound was born to two English Coonhounds, both pure breeds with papers and experience in the field of tracking. Little Angel was born into a littler of four, three females and one male. Oh coarse, she didn't stay with her siblings and parents for long. Once she was weaned, she was sold to a nice family in the suburbs. Yet, within four months, the family realized that a coonhound was too much for them to handle and gave her up. But her stay in the pound was short, for a nice young gentleman adopted her and she had a home. Or so she thought. Sadly, this man was not all too well in his head and would harm the young coonhound. Beating her, spraying her with water and taking scissors to her left ear. Angel finally stood up for herself and attacked her so-called master. Without looking back, Angel escaped and wandered down roads, a long highway, till she found where she is now. The city, the streets. Life on the streets haven’t treated the young hound all the best, but she made the best of it. The first year was the hardest and the longest. She would go weeks without a meal fit for small dog. Getting into fights and building up her wall around her heart. Only once did a fellow stray give her some respect and shared her meal with the young hound. Yet, that dog was old and probably didn’t make it through the winter. Now at the ripe age of three, Angel knew her way around the streets and kept her distance from as many humans as she can, finding that she doesn’t feel she could ever trust one ever again. If you saw Angel, you wouldn’t even think of her as an Angel, but there is still a heart in her. And since that one dog was kind to her over a year ago, she shows respect to the younger strays. |
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