damn all these BEAUTIFUL girls.

[Zephyя !?]

HEY BABY, THE NAMES TUCKER
BUT FOR A PRETTY THING LIKE YOU, T-BONE
AND I'M ONLY THREE YEARS OLD
DON'T WORRY SWEETY, I'M MALE
AND CARRY THE HANDSOME BLOOD OF A PEMBROKE WELSH CORGI



{ YOU'RE WAY TO BEAUTIFUL GIRL }

Don't let the short stature fool you, I'm larger then life, and I sure do pack a punch, baby.

Yeah, I'm a shrimp. Sure, if that's what you want to say. But, I like the way I am, kinda "fun sized", if you'd like. Maybe I am the size of a cat, but I am built muscular and thick. My torso is (for the way I live) nicely rounded, with a few ribs pertruding here and there, normal for a dog like me, but Im happy to say I have fewer showing. My legs are short, and bend alittle at the knees abnormally, but that is normal for my breedings, and don't have much effect when I run. My tail is long, which for a Pembroke it's usually docked, my ears are rounded, and I'm pretty normal.

One thing I like most about me, is that I have a smile. A big one two, one that's easy to draw back and show off to the whole world. Often the voice behind them is coy and comforting, always flowing smoothly and happily. It's never too dark, or to light. These features always compliment eachother well, showing I'm no harm or anything, infact, a key feature to my flirty nature.

My eyes are a whole different story. They say the eyes are a door into the soul, and maybe mine are, maybe they aren't. My optics are a light blue, which isn't too rare for my breed. They don't have anything else in them really, except maybe a few spots of white here and there, but that's about it. Charming, but like I said, my smile is my favorite.

My coat is the reason I live this kind of life, a stray. It's feathered, long, which isn't acceptable for my breed. The colors, I'm not sure about either, because when you look at a Corgi, it's all oranges, reds, or for some, all black with white and a few tan spots here and there. I have the colors of an Australian Shepherd, maybe better said as "Blue Merle". Blue-ish grey covering my back, hind legs, and the top of my head, bordered by light sorrel, which reaches down towards my paws. The tan also surrounds my eyes, and my ears. For me, that's about it.

{ THAT'S WHY IT'LL NEVER WORK }

Despite being the size of a miniature dachshund, like I stated previously, I am quite the lil' devil. I'm not told easily though, no way. When you meet a Corgi, they are always loyal and annoying little buggers who like to kiss ass. They jump up and do little twirls, sit and lay down for treats, and always dance around their master with tongue lolling and that annoying fake grin slapped across their chubby faces. I hate looking at them sometimes.

Well, I assure you, that I am only half that. I have no want for human attention though, it's the ladies I was put on this earth for. I am a charmer when it comes to females. I believe I was specially designed to have them at my feet, begging for something. Maybe this means I'm alittle self centered? Well, in a room full of males, deffinatly, but replace those brutes with slim bodied chicks, and I am all about them, not me.

I could spend hours talking about them, but I won't, because as I was told, I'm here to talk about me.

You should understand by now how I act around a girl. But what about other males? I am nothing near gentle, infact I'm rather hostile. It's not that I mean to be, it's kind of like changing to auto pilot. I have never met a male that I was relaxed around, not sure I ever will either. Maybe it's a size thing, or a hierarchy thing, I hate brutes, hate 'em with a fucking passion. If I were three feet taller and a hundred pounds heavier I'd rip them all to little microscopic pieces. Clear?

That leads to my meaner side. Not that of course, you hadn't just seen it. When I'm am horribly agressive like that, it might be hard to tell. Yes, my fur stands on end, but I act rather cool about it, infact, I try to ignore it. Y'see, I'm not a very angry canine. So I have no problems with controling my anger, which comes out not very often. But, persay, you do manage to squeeze the Mr. Hyde from me, you'll be surprised. With a short body, comes a short fuse when lit the right way. And trust me, this fuse is intensly short when struck.

Besides the generally cheery state and rare bitterness, you will sometimes see the more sensitive side of me. This, unlike the emotion before, is less easy to come out. Because I'm more of a happy or angry person, I'm nearly never ever sad. Hah, kind of repetitive. But really, it would take more then a death or bad weather to bring a tear to my eye. And in no way am I going to say when I do become sad, that I wail and cry like a baby. Nope. Infact, I hold it in, and yeah, I never let them out. Guess that might lead to an early death?

So anyways, that's about it. My few settings, and my main train of thought, which is one thing, and do I have to say it?

{ YOU'LL HAVE ME SUICIDAL, SUICIDAL }

I have been loving women since the beginning of time. My time, that is.

I don't know a moment were I wasn't loving them and all their glorious imperfection. I grew up in a city full of 'em. Beautiful Manhattan, were stray dogs florish, and with stray dogs, comes stray girls. So anyways. I was born on a crisp Summer day, the sky was chrystal clear, the birds were singing, and duh, mother was in pain. Just comes like that, I guess. Well, I was born in the hands of humans. Pure-bred supposedly. We were going to be the greatest litter of Corgi's in the whole city. Until I was born. I was a little on the late side, but when I came out, I can assure you that no one wasn't looking.

It wasn't of course until I had all of my fur that I was rejected fully. In the beginning, it was because of my colors, later it was because of the length of my fur. Y'see, the feather type of fur (anything longer then short hair) is totally not acceptable in the AKC, or Eukanuba, or any place for that matter, for a Corgi at least. I was put in the pound, I was no use to those people, and they weren't looking for a company dog. They wanted nothing but champions.

The pound wasn't too bad. There weren't alot of kennel spaces, so I was paired with another dog, a female, to be specific. She was stunning. She was some kind of Sky Terrier mix, about my size, which is how they paired up the dogs. Her name was Nelly, and we fell in love within a week of meeting. We shared all our food and cuddled when it was cold, all that mushy gushy stuff. There wasn't anything about her that I found revolting or didn't like.

And then, she was adopted. It was bound to happen, I couldn't have prevented it, and in the place we were in, there was no doubt it would happen. I was lonely, and completely miserable, but not crying or showing my misery to anyone. Finally the day came were I was adopted, too. I can't say I didn't like the home I was going to. I was adopted by a single woman, no kids or anything, living in a townhouse here. I did love her, but like a mother and all. But, I wasn't happy. She wouldn't let me out of the backyard, and in the summer, trust me, it was horrible smelling all those ladies outside and being pinned in. So, I dug out and escaped. I havn't gone near the house since, not sure I ever will. But, that's how I started my life. Wasn't abused or neglected, didn't see death except for the casual road kill here and there, it was pretty simple. Rejection, adoption, escape.