Post by .:Summer:. on Mar 25, 2010 17:22:33 GMT -5
.:Summer:.
i was dubbed Summer, and that's what you may call me.
if you couldn't tell by now, i'm a soft-spoken female creature.
i am a purebred Shiba Inu, as i'm sure you've already witnessed.
ive lived for 2 years now, almost 3.
; what you see...
i'm well aware that i'm not at all an unbeautiful animal. My coat is thick and luxuriously soft to the touch, and i have a nicely formed frame and build. i'm quite short, but i make up for it with my coat and stature. my coat is very eye-pleasing if i do say so myself; rich in the warmest of orange-golden with an underlying layer of pure white, where my fur happens to be at its most softest. i have a short muzzle, short ears, and eyes of the darkest chocolate you'll ever see.
my most outstanding feature is my breed-defining curled banner, which rolls right onto my lower back where it sits proudly. it never ever shifts from this position, and it never will.
... is what you get ;
like my overall look suggests; i am a naturally polite, soft, genteel character. i speak with poise and finesse, and strongly dislike rudeness. i'm NOT posh, just well brought up. but despite knowing how to talk, i'm not actually a very good talker. i'm actually a shy creature; cautious and wary and sometimes a little paranoid and self-conscious. but in my short life, i've not had very much interaction at all with stray dogs, they tend to frighten me a little. i'm friendly but nervous.
i'm generally quick-minded and intelligent, and know how to act in certain situations. i know i've got a good head in-between my shoulders, hence why i use it as much as i can. i adore knowledge, and love filling my brain with as much information as i can to help me. unfortunately, i'm not a particuarly quick learner, and this has caused me so many problems.
i really don't like arguments or violence, and try to avoid such matters as much as i possibly can. i'm not malicious in any way, and simply don't like any form of voilence, be it verbal, or otherwise.
but gain my trust, and you'll have a loyal companion for life. hurt me, and i'll forgive - but never forget. i'm not one to anger easily, and will only speal when addressed to first.
open up my book and turn the pages ;
When i was too young, i was adopted by a fairly rich British couple that lived in a weird big house, filled with useless trinkets and riff-raff. They never seemed THAT interested in me ... i never, ever felt truly wanted. i did all i could to impress them and earn some praise or attention, but ... they never seemed to care. The most affection i got was a pat on the head - maybe two - which isn't enough for a growing puppy.
When i was 6 months old, the sudden thorough training began, and i discovered i'd only been adopted as an in-training Show Dog. i didn't know what to make of this; fame had never interested me at all. But maybe i could prove something of myself, and gain their love. So, i decided to accept it.
I've never been a quick learner, and the training was so intense, and all i really wanted to do was play. But, after making an honest mistake, my owner struck me, hard. It'd never happened before. i was shocked, but didn't understand. so, i tried again...
"useless mutt", "stupid dog", "damn waste of space"
The strucking and cursing had gotten worse. i was trying my best, but i just wasn't perfect enough. My owners didn't understand - they must;ve thought it as just a form of discipline. But no, it was abuse. i was frightened. i didn't want to screw up, i didn't want to be hit again just from making a tiny mistake.
Soon, the pressure, neglect and abuse had become too much. i was living in fear, just because i wasn't good enough. i was contemplating running away, i didn't deserve this. but i was afraid of facing the big wide world head-on on my own..
Funnily and ironically enough, my owners left me. Sold the house. Abandoned me. Just like that. i was shocked, confused, and fairly terrified. But i knew i couldn't stay. So, i left. Escaped. Ran into the wide wide world that was awaiting me...
