Post by || Kestrel || on Feb 22, 2010 14:58:31 GMT -5
name: Ellie
pronounciation: el - ee
alias: dont call me nutin but Ellie
age: 5 years
gender: Female
breed: Beagle X Labrador
appearance: Well as you can see, i am quite evenly matched, half beagle, half labrador, you can see both sides. I am not very tall, but am more beagle sized with my body looking more like a lab. My banner is held up most of the time, just like a beagle, and my ears are more wider at the base then tapering down to a point, also like a beagle. My face has a very labrador look to it, my eyes are deep hazel and my nose is shiny black. My coat takes more labrador colouration than beagle, it is mostly shiny jet black, but my toes, chest, neck and just around my nose are coloured white. Even though my legs are short, they are built like a labradors, giving me speed and stamina. Around my duo toned neck there is my collar, its multicoloured and made out of some kind of fabric, so it is fraying in a few places. Overall i think i am quite a pretty little femme, but thats just my opinion.
personality: I am normally sweet natured, not wanting to cause trouble and just be friends with everyone. My tail seems to be constantly wagging, i have no control over it i swear, i love being around others for i am a social kind of girl. My nose takes me where i need to go, i am naturally curious and intelligent... though sometimes i think my brain deserts me. I am loyal to my friends, and have a very affectionate side, i am patient when i need to be, but most the time i act younger than i am. I would never pass up an oportunity to go for a swim, i love the water, i love to play also, bouncing around and running like a puppy would. When it comes to being threatened, i will hold my ground, i aint gunna let no one rule over me, i will not hesitate to defend and protect myself or friends. You will hear me coming a mile off, i am probably the most clumsy dog in the world, you'd think having 4 legs makes you stable... bahaha, you'd probably be right until you met me, the amount of times i have fallen over my own paws, i have lost count.
history: I dont remember my parents much, only that my mother was a Beagle and my father a Labrador, i was sold along with my siblings only weeks after being born. We were all spit up, i never saw any of my family again. I went to live with a young family, and they loved me dearly, treated me right and i loved them so much. The little girl named me Ellie after herself, she was my favouite out of the whole family, and i was her dog... her best friend. One day my girl was taken to hospital... she died of an unknown cause. The family were so upset that they moved away, leaving me behind, wanting no more to do with me.
I was 4 years old when the family put me in the dog home and left without no more than a goodbye. I was adopted by a sweet old lady just before i turned 5, her house was nice and she was good company, but i wanted more out of life, so one afternoon, while the old lady was sleeping, i dug a hole under the fence and ran off towards the city, my new life was freedom filled, and i couldnt wait to explore.
