Post by pico on Mar 20, 2010 6:12:59 GMT -5
Name: Pico
Pronunciation: Pee-ko
Alias: Pico
Age: 8
Gender: Male
Breed: Chihuahua
Appearance: At seven and a half inches tall and five pounds I am small but mighty. My coat is smooth glossy and soft, it is fawn with an underbelly of white. the top half inch of my tail is missing due to a encounter I had in china town. My front left paw is white while all my other paws are fawn in color. both of my ears are purely white and are always pointed up. on my mussel my nose is black while the rest of my mussel is white. My eyes are brown and I have a dot of green and a dot of blue both next to each other in my right eye.
Personality: Naturally I am quite energetic, I love to run around and jump on things both living and inanimate. I prefer to stay to myself but once I gain a friend I am very loyal to them and become quite attached. I often like to watch how things will play out before entering in myself but will not hesitate to defend myself or a friend no matter how large or terrifying a foe is. when my sights are set nothing can stop me from getting to my goal. I am able to think of ways around any obstacle life puts in my way. I love to stare, my reflection in the water, trees swaying in the wind, anything and everything if it's there and I'm in no hurry I will sit down and watch it for as long as possible, the way things move and act and react is extremely intriguing to me.
History: Originally I was a pet to an old woman, well, me and my sister, Pica, were pets of hers, she got us when we were newborns, had barely opened our eyes when she adopted us. Pica and myself were inseparable for the next three or so years, then one day while Pica and myself were playing, Pica ran through a hole in the fence. Naturally I followed her through, chased her for a while, and when I finally caught up we were lost.
It wasn't long before both of us were picked up by a small man in a white coat and hat. The man took us into a building that smelt very delicious, he kept us there for a week or so feeding us a lot of left over human food. one day the man came in, took Pica and walked away, I heard her bark and then yelp before she went silent then the man returned, he picked me up and took me where he had taken Pica. I saw her laying there, without a head, as another small man walked up to me with a giant square looking blade, I was shaking all over as the man picked me up and set me next to Pica. The man lifted the blade up high, I understood what he was going to do, I quickly started to run, but before I could get all the way out of the way the blade clipped my tail. Without stopping i jumped off the counter and began to run through a door in the room. Once I was through the door, I stopped for a second because in that next room were maybe ten men and women all in white coats and hats. I regained my resolve and began to run and weave between the legs of the men and women trying to catch me. I had to keep moving if any one of them caught me I would end up like Pica. eventually I made it through another door that lead to an alleyway, which I took and ran as far as I could before I my legs gave out on me and exhaustion set in. I woke up the next day not realizing I had fallen asleep. for the next three years I lived alone fending for myself and finding any food I could.
My stomach was growling and I began the search for food. I wandered around for a bit before I found a man standing in front of a cart, he saw me and put a hot dog wiener on the ground and motioned for me to come to him. I ran and picked up the hot dog and continued running until I could no longer see the man. Later I found a grassy place to sit and eat, after a bite or two I heard a growl in front of me. A big pit bull was looking at my hot dog and growling "give me that wiener" the words had an angry hum to them.
"it's mine, keep back" I barked as I stood up, moved the wiener aside and began to growl and lower my head waiting for him to make a move.
the pit bull lunged forward jaws open aimed at me. almost without thinking I jumped at him, my hind legs hitting his head as I ran down the line of his back, I bit and held on with all my might onto his tail. the pit bull let out a loud yelp before making a run for it, I let go when his tail flicked e into the air, him still running away tail now between his legs. I got to finish my hot dog.
One year later, today.
