Post by Panic.Rose on Dec 28, 2009 12:27:43 GMT -5
Your Best Friend and your Protecter, too.
My name may or may not be Dean . Okay, it is. So sue me for being smart.
You say it as Deee-uhnn
I am known only as Dean . Can’t do much with that, can you?
I am 6 Years of Age
Considering the fact I am not a chick, I am Male.
I seem to be a Corgi X Australian Shepherd cross.
I look pretty good, I guess. Here’s the proof:
I’m small in stature, but big in heart. I guess it comes from my heritage. My legs are pretty stubby, so I’m almost constantly running to keep up with my longer-legged friends. My body is sort of stretched-out. It comes from the Corgi side of the family. My coat is long and feathery in some parts and smooth and silky in others. My ears aren’t as large as some corgi-mixes, and the flop over like an Australian Shepherds. They move around with my emotions and facial expression. My muzzle is medium-length and ends in a shiny black nose. I have lively brown eyes, ringed by a hood of black fur. The sides of my face are tan, and my muzzles in white, with a blaze that dashes up between my eyes and stops at the top of my head. The rest of my body is mostly the inky-black color that I’m praised for often. I almost forgot to mention the little tan spots above my eyes? Don’t they make me look so handsome?
My front legs are mostly tan, with little white paws that are perfected for running. My back legs have a lot les tan and are mostly white in color. My tail, which is always waving like a flag, is black with a white tip. My stomach is also white and I like to roll over and show it off to the world. My tricks help me get food for my friends and myself when we can’t seem to catch out own.
Now, this is what I call a personality!
I consider myself an all-around good dog.
But let’s set things straight. Nobody is perfect. This will always be true. I am friendly and kind-hearted ninety-nine percent of the time. I do enjoy playing pranks and doing tricks, among other pup-like antics even though I’m no longer of that young age. I guess it’s just who I am. I seem to be a constant ball of energy contained in one small package. I don’t enjoy standing still, and seem to be the biggest goofball anyone knows.
Okay, so I’m also a bit on the observant side. I’m always watching out, and seem to be in tune to everyone’s emotions. I like to keep everyone happy, so it’s why I act like a fool, why I know when to quiet down and lay low, and why I’m just so darn endearing. Or so I’ve been told.
I might be called a pest by some. I apologized if I seem clingy, or annoying. I’m just being myself….don’t get mad at me. I don’t think I could handle someone being mad at me. I can be mad at someone, sure, but I can’t take that kind of thing myself. It’d break my little heart into tinier pieces. You don’t want that, do you? Hmmmm? Do you?
I have a history worth repeating.
Okay...not really.
My mother was a purebred Corgi known affectionately by her owners and mate as Baby Girl. My Father was another purebred dog, but he was an Australian Shepherd named Eli. I loved them both and I was the only pup out of my litter that our owners kept. I spent the next four years being the best pet I could, learning all the ticks and stunts that my mind could handle. Then I went for a trip down to the dog park. I was let off of my lead and allowed to run for as long as I possibly could. My owners never let me do that before. I had this sinking feeling that things weren't right.
I kept running,though, and playing with the other dogs. It took me a while to realize that I'd been abandoned. Poor me, right?
Abxolutely! I lived in that park for a year and a half, eating the scraps left behind and hiding from people so I wouldn't be dragged off to some pound to await my death in a cage. When I was five and a half years old, this scared Collie dog practically collides into me, collapses on the ground and pounds out this twisted life story. I've been Panic's best friend and protecter ever since, her shoulder to lean on. Our affection is more like a family than anything else. She is my baby girl and I would do anything to protect her. I'll let the right dogs in when she needs them, when I need them.
Right now it's just the two of us...I hope it changes.
