Post by Panic.Rose on Mar 9, 2010 11:56:32 GMT -5
Love
My name may or may not be Blitz. Okay, it is. So sue me for being smart.
You say it as Bli-ts
I am known only as Blitz and Blitzie. Can’t do much with that, can you?
I am 2 years old
Considering the fact I am not a dude, I am Female
I seem to be a Border Collie
I look pretty good, I guess. Here’s the proof:
I have the average build of a border collie. You know, a slim and kind of wiry body on top of kind-of long and thin legs. My face is round with a long, thin muzzle and perched upon my head are a pair of large triangular ears. Yes, the tips do flop sometimes, but they’re mostly perked upwards. My tail is a bit long for my breed, and despite the feathered fur, is very thin. My paws are dainty and small, but are made for climbing around, running and various other canine activities.
My eyes are a very pretty color. I guess you could call them light brown, or maybe even gold. They’re round and expressive and sit above my muzzle, a muzzle tipped with a dark brown nose. I have a very striking coat color for my breed, I guess. It’s a rich chocolate-brown, just as stunning as any Labrador. I have a white spot on my chin and a larger white patch on my chest that doesn’t extend past my forelegs. My front paws on my front legs are white, speckled with brown spots. Other than these few markings, I’m just a little brown speck on the map.
Now, this is what I call a personality!
A personality is what defines you as a person…Or a dog. Whatever you are, it’s what makes you you. No matter what anyone says about it, no two personalities are exactly alike. So someone could tell you that I’m just like any other border collie. Yes, I do carry those few defining qualities, but I was made to be different. Like I said earlier, everyone is. Sometimes that potential just isn’t noticed.
Just like any other dog of my breed, I’m very energetic. I go and go and go just about as continuously as that weird little rabbit with the drum and the sunglasses…whatever that was about. I’m not the one to ask. I’m also the kind of girl who needs to be kept busy or else something’s going to happen, and it might not be good. I’ve got a bit of an issue when it comes to being bored. I…um…like to chew on things. Guess it could be called a destructive habit.
I also suffer from one hell of a case of separation anxiety, and seeing that the lot of life I’m in is the definition of separation , I’m constantly on a bit of an edge. I know what you’re thinking….she’s probably really aggressive. Yeah right, genius. You couldn’t be farther from the truth. When I'm alone and afraid and blocked off from the world, I get a bit depressed. Some would call it being shy. I don’t socialize and I get nervous and well, I can be very self-conscious.
So here’s the deal. I don’t like being alone, but when I’m alone I don’t want to socialize.
It’s what’s known as a vicious cycle.
I do have a redeeming quality, or maybe a few. I’m smart as hell and I make good use of it. Very good use. I’m a bit tricky to figure out and like a con artist, I can drag you along. I do it without trying sometimes. I’ve lulled a male or two into thinking I love them entirely by accident, only because when I become close to someone, I tend to act like I’d die without that someone.
That’s only with males. I’m what’s known as female-aggressive. This means that if you’re a chick, it’s best to stay out of my way. Stay very far away, because even the most precious of souls can have a dark side. Even an angel has demons.
Meet mine.
I have a history worth repeating.
For me, life started out normal. My parents were two average looking border collies. Owned, showed and bred by the same person, they knew each other better than they knew themselves. I was a member of their fifth litter, along with two brothers who were set on keeping an eye over me. I formed a very fast bond with my brother Krieg, and we were put up on the breeder’s website as a bonded pair.
Never to be separated.
Ha! Yeah right. I always had a feeling that statement was never meant to be. We were bought by a young married couple who were thrilled by our joke. I was Blitz, and he was Krieg.
Blitzkrieg. Lightning war. What a thrill for a pair of history buffs we turned out to be. They never noticed my separation issues until they took Krieg to a vet’s appointment without me. After about five minutes, the pillows were gone in the living room and I was making my way through their collection of wooden African artifacts when they came home. Surprisingly, it was the wife and not the husband who administered my punishment. Hence the female-aggression issues. She was also stealing Krieg away from me, leaving me and her husband at home while the two of them went to dog shows, and on long forest-trail walks.
Then they went camping without me. I was too much of a hassle, apparently.
After a week alone (with a self-filling feed bowl and plenty of water), they returned to find their house in shambles. It was of course my entire fault. I’d done it partially out of revenge and partially out of fear. I was severely punished for my actions and the next day was driven into the city, where that nasty woman threw me into an alleyway.
Alone.
I hate being alone.
[/size]My name may or may not be Blitz. Okay, it is. So sue me for being smart.
You say it as Bli-ts
I am known only as Blitz and Blitzie. Can’t do much with that, can you?
I am 2 years old
Considering the fact I am not a dude, I am Female
I seem to be a Border Collie
I look pretty good, I guess. Here’s the proof:
I have the average build of a border collie. You know, a slim and kind of wiry body on top of kind-of long and thin legs. My face is round with a long, thin muzzle and perched upon my head are a pair of large triangular ears. Yes, the tips do flop sometimes, but they’re mostly perked upwards. My tail is a bit long for my breed, and despite the feathered fur, is very thin. My paws are dainty and small, but are made for climbing around, running and various other canine activities.
My eyes are a very pretty color. I guess you could call them light brown, or maybe even gold. They’re round and expressive and sit above my muzzle, a muzzle tipped with a dark brown nose. I have a very striking coat color for my breed, I guess. It’s a rich chocolate-brown, just as stunning as any Labrador. I have a white spot on my chin and a larger white patch on my chest that doesn’t extend past my forelegs. My front paws on my front legs are white, speckled with brown spots. Other than these few markings, I’m just a little brown speck on the map.
Now, this is what I call a personality!
A personality is what defines you as a person…Or a dog. Whatever you are, it’s what makes you you. No matter what anyone says about it, no two personalities are exactly alike. So someone could tell you that I’m just like any other border collie. Yes, I do carry those few defining qualities, but I was made to be different. Like I said earlier, everyone is. Sometimes that potential just isn’t noticed.
Just like any other dog of my breed, I’m very energetic. I go and go and go just about as continuously as that weird little rabbit with the drum and the sunglasses…whatever that was about. I’m not the one to ask. I’m also the kind of girl who needs to be kept busy or else something’s going to happen, and it might not be good. I’ve got a bit of an issue when it comes to being bored. I…um…like to chew on things. Guess it could be called a destructive habit.
I also suffer from one hell of a case of separation anxiety, and seeing that the lot of life I’m in is the definition of separation , I’m constantly on a bit of an edge. I know what you’re thinking….she’s probably really aggressive. Yeah right, genius. You couldn’t be farther from the truth. When I'm alone and afraid and blocked off from the world, I get a bit depressed. Some would call it being shy. I don’t socialize and I get nervous and well, I can be very self-conscious.
So here’s the deal. I don’t like being alone, but when I’m alone I don’t want to socialize.
It’s what’s known as a vicious cycle.
I do have a redeeming quality, or maybe a few. I’m smart as hell and I make good use of it. Very good use. I’m a bit tricky to figure out and like a con artist, I can drag you along. I do it without trying sometimes. I’ve lulled a male or two into thinking I love them entirely by accident, only because when I become close to someone, I tend to act like I’d die without that someone.
That’s only with males. I’m what’s known as female-aggressive. This means that if you’re a chick, it’s best to stay out of my way. Stay very far away, because even the most precious of souls can have a dark side. Even an angel has demons.
Meet mine.
I have a history worth repeating.
For me, life started out normal. My parents were two average looking border collies. Owned, showed and bred by the same person, they knew each other better than they knew themselves. I was a member of their fifth litter, along with two brothers who were set on keeping an eye over me. I formed a very fast bond with my brother Krieg, and we were put up on the breeder’s website as a bonded pair.
Never to be separated.
Ha! Yeah right. I always had a feeling that statement was never meant to be. We were bought by a young married couple who were thrilled by our joke. I was Blitz, and he was Krieg.
Blitzkrieg. Lightning war. What a thrill for a pair of history buffs we turned out to be. They never noticed my separation issues until they took Krieg to a vet’s appointment without me. After about five minutes, the pillows were gone in the living room and I was making my way through their collection of wooden African artifacts when they came home. Surprisingly, it was the wife and not the husband who administered my punishment. Hence the female-aggression issues. She was also stealing Krieg away from me, leaving me and her husband at home while the two of them went to dog shows, and on long forest-trail walks.
Then they went camping without me. I was too much of a hassle, apparently.
After a week alone (with a self-filling feed bowl and plenty of water), they returned to find their house in shambles. It was of course my entire fault. I’d done it partially out of revenge and partially out of fear. I was severely punished for my actions and the next day was driven into the city, where that nasty woman threw me into an alleyway.
Alone.
I hate being alone.
