Post by Lucas* on May 13, 2012 11:09:06 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] LUCAS stray | |
| [atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,250][classy=title]stats[/classy] [classy=field]Name[/classy] Lucas [classy=title]pedigree[/classy][classy=field]Nickname[/classy] None [classy=field]Age[/classy] Four years [classy=field]Birthday[/classy] 4/2008 [classy=field]Gender[/classy] Male [classy=field]Breed[/classy] Aussie x Boxer [classy=field]Eye Color[/classy] Left brown, right blue [classy=field]Coat[/classy] Tri-colored; white belly, paws, chest, muzzle, and under tail. Brown/tan back, shoulders, hips, tail. Merle/brindle ears, face, and top of head. [classy=field]Sire[/classy] Rocky [classy=field]Breed[/classy] Boxer [style=background-color: white; opacity: .4; height: 1px;] [classy=field]Dam[/classy] Flu [classy=field]Breed[/classy] Australian Shepherd [/style][classy=title]family[/classy] [classy=field]Mate[/classy] -- [classy=field]Pups[/classy] -- | [atrb=width,250][atrb=valign,top][classy=title]photograph[/classy] [classy=field]Name[/classy] Nicki [classy=field]Gender[/classy] Female [classy=field]Experience[/classy] About six or seven years [classy=field]Referral[/classy] Um...Wonderwhy, I think? [classy=field]Characters[/classy] Nobody |
| [classy=title]likes[/classy] • Beef & hotdogs [classy=title]strengths[/classy]• Mornings • Swimming • Pretzels • Peanut butter • Opinionated • Strong, fast • Intelligent • Big • Smooth | [classy=title]dislikes[/classy] • Fish [classy=title]weaknesses[/classy]• Bugs • Cold • Going to bed late • Obstacles • Stubborn • Rude • Manipulative (and unaware of it) • Proud • Careless and forgetful |
| [cs=2][classy=title]appearance[/classy] At 25 inches high and weighing around 70 lbs, Lucas does not necessarily stand from the crowd with his about average proportions. He is rounded in all the accepted places and his weight is a mixture of muscle as well as fat. He has extra skin on his neck and his arm pits yet doesn't sag. All in all, he is about as painfully average as they come when it comes to size and shape. [classy=title]personality[/classy]However, his markings are an entirely different story. From the back, one would look at him and think "hound dog" without second guessing their suspicions. he has classic hound-esque markings along his back, tail, and upper legs. A tannish brown drips from his spine to his elbows where white begins to decorate the remainder: crawling up his belly and inner legs, tipping his tail, covering his muzzle and separating his eyes. However, it is when you notice his face is when things become interesting. His mother, a blue merle Australian Shepherd, had seemed to be completely absent in his genetic code until this very moment. His face is a mixture of brindles and merles, dark brown in color, that stand out from the rest of his rather regular body. His ears seem as if they had been dipped and caked in mud, the area surrounding his eyes decorated by a variety of shades of blue, brown, and gray. Lucas's eyes themselves are things of interest, being bi-colored (one blue and one brown). His nose is large and black; floppy, pudgy lips hang below his chin. His ears dangle slightly, that cute kind of half-flop that humans think is the most precious thing about a pup (until they outgrow that precious stage). Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder: Lucas has a fluctuating personality that stands parallel to this famous idiom. His friendliness and loquacity could be mistaken as personality traits rather than tendencies. In reality, he is less than selfless. Of course, he knows how to engage in conversation, being particularly charismatic, but whether or not he truly cares about the alternative party is questionable. Things don't seem to soak in when said to him, it's as if one were speaking to a butterfly or a rodent. They will hear your voice, but whether or not they add context to your words is a mystery. Lucas marches to the beat of his own drum; he rejects criticism because he is too proud to accept that he has made a mistake and is too stubborn to change his points of view during a confrontation even if he is completely aware that he is dead wrong. He is capable of talking people in circles and is entirely unaware of his doing so. When told that he has done something wrong, he resorts to arguing his point until he can't anymore, and then accusing the other of something similar to avoid any further investigation of his own attitude. [classy=title]biography[/classy]He truly is a handful and proves to be a pain in the ass to argue with, therefore most simply relent because he will not. When not presented with an issue, he is extremely amiable and funny, however does enjoy talking about himself more often than not (which later leads to confrontational discussions which lead to him turning into that manipulative, argumentative and annoying politician-like figure described above). He has yet to discover his flaws, but there is an obvious need for that. Since he won't let anybody correct him, it will probably never end up happening. But that's okay, because he's happy with himself and doesn't particularly care who thinks he isn't good enough (even though it eats away at him from the inside out every time somebody tells him he is doing something wrong). Lucas was adopted as a youngster by a small family with older parents. He had never particularly known his own mother and father or had a close relationship with his siblings as they had all found homes before him. Therefore, the change of lifestyle was welcomed and he embraced it. The children of the family loved Lucas dearly, grooming, patting, and treating him like a prince even as he grew out of his adolescent years. He was walked twice a day and brought to the park to play after the kid's returned home from school as well as fed table scraps when mom and dad weren't looking. While Lucas was a fixed point of attention for these kids, mom hated him. She was never an animal person and had only brought him home because of her desire to please her kids who had always wanted a dog. Frankly, her kids were the only people she truly cared to please. Her husband, an older man, did not seem to satisfy her; he was the sweetest man, greatest intentions, who took days off of work to spend with the kids whenever they had a day off of school. He adored his family and tried his hardest to make them all the happiest that they could be, but it didn't seem to be good enough. Two years after Lucas had been adopted, mom packed up her things and filed for a divorce. They shared custody of the children but Lucas remained in custody of dad. The kids were living at their father's four days a week, and the other three were strangely empty. Lucas moped and whined along with dad, who sat with him upon the couch that was simply to big for the two of them for hours on end watching television. Dad never went anywhere or did anything and was clearly very sad and distraught with his life. His marriage had failed and, while he hadn't lost the kids, he had no idea what to do without them on the days that they were not there. Lucas did his best to keep the man comfortable, but for some reason this change in lifestyle was affecting his health. Dad spent most of his days in his bed, going to work maybe once or twice a week. Eventually, the house was taken away, and Lucas and dad moved into a pet-friendly apartment that was in the outskirts of town. The kids came less frequently due to the new apartment's distance from the school and dad's healthy declined further and further. One day, dad did not get up for work. This was a usual occurrence and Lucas did not find it odd. However, when he was still asleep at noon and hadn't taken Lucas for his morning walk, it struck the dog as strange. He nuzzled dad, licking his cheeks, waiting for the man to reach over and pull at his ears like he always did in the morning. There was nothing. Lucas laid there by the still human, and when the kids came over that day they were weeping and hysterical. Mom called an ambulance, but it was too late. Lucas was not aware of what was going on. The kids were crying and he was afraid. His attempts to comfort them were useless. Later, Lucas watched as men in uniform took dad away into a loud, bright vehicle that he would later recognize as an ambulance. He soon realized that dad would not return, and also soon realized that his life was now changed forever. Mom refused to take him home with her and the children no matter how much they cried and yelled, so he was simply left in the apartment with a full bowl of food and water. The kids insisted they would return the next day but they didn't. Two days later, the food bowl empty and the water bowl dry, Lucas was met at the door by mom who had a box and was collecting some of dad's belongings. She looked sad when she looked at Lucas, who shrunk back at her negative appearance. She grabbed his leash and hooked him up. Lucas, believing that they were going for a walk, was elated when he was brought outside. He was jumping for joy when she walked him to the park. He couldn't stand still as she pulled a tennis ball from her pocket and he took off when she threw it as far as she could. He retrieved the ball and darted back for round two, but upon his arrival at mom's spot, she was gone. |
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