Post by LockHeart on Jan 10, 2007 18:40:02 GMT -5
Name- Mug
Nickname- n/a
Sex- Male altered
Species- Rotti Saint Bernard mix
Age- 4
Height- 2 ft 5 in
Weight- 90 lbs ?
Pack- n/a
Rank- guard dog
Mate- n/a
Crush- Lady wolf
Pups- n/a
Siblings- Toro [m/a], rest unknown
Dam- unknown
Sire- unknown
Voice- Vince Vaughn, just a bit higher
Personality summary- Lawful
Personality-
He has is own set of ethics. Depending on punishment he doesn’t have a fear of doing the ‘right thing’ according to him. Right is not always one’s orders, but sometimes self preservation is better. That still doesn’t make it right or make you any less guilty, but life is life…
He’s very social, doesn’t discriminate unless first given a reason. Why he doesn’t care for pure guard dogs, they seem to all have it out for his kind; mutts.
Anyway, nice guy, lovable, fixed (not interested girls for anything more then a cuddle), a knight…
Appearance-
img.photobucket.com/albums/v21/FoxDragon/MugHRref.jpg
Stocky, long built of a Saint with the barrel chest of a Rotti. He has large paws ending his thick legs. A large heavy head with drooping ears. Floppy jowls, but he doesn’t drool like a Saint unless hungry, spacing off, and sometimes sleeping. There are thick folds of skin around his neck. His tail is very short, never docked or even tried. He was just born that way. Mug’s fur is medium length. There’s a heavy green harness on his body.
Colors-
Brown, gray, a blue-ish black, white and beige mark his hide. He had a blue black mask over his eyes. This color is the triangle off his nose and the freckles on his muzzle. Hips and lower back are the same color along with the top of his tail. Grey fills in the rest of his upper jaw then travels around the inside of his blue black mask. It also takes his shoulders down the front of his forelegs to above his wrists.
Brown lies on the outside of his mask down to his forelegs, behind his forelegs to his lower back, and his back legs. The under side of his tail is brown, but the tip is white. The rest of his body is white.
He had the Rotti eye-spot, but it’s beige and there’s one on his cheek, either side.
History-
Mug was a rescue dog. Before he went to obedience school he had been in a cage. There was a cement floor with chain-link on three sides and a brick wall to his back. When a man picked him up he was still young, perhaps about one. The man took him to the school were he was locked into a harness. Mug was given a number like all the other dogs.
The dogs were all sorts, mixed breeds and pure. There was some rivalry between the two sorts. Even though they all had numbers for names, nicknames came from each side. Mug earned his name from being referred to as ‘the one with the mug’. Ugly was sometimes heard within the reference…
He passed, but not with flying colors. He was average in all his skills, mainly because he had a conscious. Some of the methods he didn’t agree with, but after the first discipline for his refusal doing as they asked was better then Discipline.
When he got out he was set to working about the grounds of the new labs. The dog often wonders the evils that lie inside. He’s only been allowed to guard inside on a couple occasions. Each time he hasn’t really seen much…
On the outside though beyond the fence, he saw his reason for living. A beautiful bitch in a molten coat stared between the chain-link. She looked at him with two different colored eyes. Mug was captivated.
When the gate was open and he was chasing off a man, he doesn’t remember what was going on really. It was chaos. She was there again. Five feet from him they stared at one another. In his bones he knew it then, she wasn’t a common bitch, not that he thought that to begin with, but something more. He uttered Lady Wolf unconsciously. All she did was cock her head to the side, a small smile on her muzzle. She took a circle around him only to come back to him and give him a puzzled look. Mug didn’t know why and didn’t find out. As he was about to ask what was wrong his number was called. He turned away from the bitch and barked only to turn back and she was gone. He shook his head looking around for her scent and found nothing…
Nickname- n/a
Sex- Male altered
Species- Rotti Saint Bernard mix
Age- 4
Height- 2 ft 5 in
Weight- 90 lbs ?
Pack- n/a
Rank- guard dog
Mate- n/a
Crush- Lady wolf
Pups- n/a
Siblings- Toro [m/a], rest unknown
Dam- unknown
Sire- unknown
Voice- Vince Vaughn, just a bit higher
Personality summary- Lawful
Personality-
He has is own set of ethics. Depending on punishment he doesn’t have a fear of doing the ‘right thing’ according to him. Right is not always one’s orders, but sometimes self preservation is better. That still doesn’t make it right or make you any less guilty, but life is life…
He’s very social, doesn’t discriminate unless first given a reason. Why he doesn’t care for pure guard dogs, they seem to all have it out for his kind; mutts.
Anyway, nice guy, lovable, fixed (not interested girls for anything more then a cuddle), a knight…
Appearance-
img.photobucket.com/albums/v21/FoxDragon/MugHRref.jpg
Stocky, long built of a Saint with the barrel chest of a Rotti. He has large paws ending his thick legs. A large heavy head with drooping ears. Floppy jowls, but he doesn’t drool like a Saint unless hungry, spacing off, and sometimes sleeping. There are thick folds of skin around his neck. His tail is very short, never docked or even tried. He was just born that way. Mug’s fur is medium length. There’s a heavy green harness on his body.
Colors-
Brown, gray, a blue-ish black, white and beige mark his hide. He had a blue black mask over his eyes. This color is the triangle off his nose and the freckles on his muzzle. Hips and lower back are the same color along with the top of his tail. Grey fills in the rest of his upper jaw then travels around the inside of his blue black mask. It also takes his shoulders down the front of his forelegs to above his wrists.
Brown lies on the outside of his mask down to his forelegs, behind his forelegs to his lower back, and his back legs. The under side of his tail is brown, but the tip is white. The rest of his body is white.
He had the Rotti eye-spot, but it’s beige and there’s one on his cheek, either side.
History-
Mug was a rescue dog. Before he went to obedience school he had been in a cage. There was a cement floor with chain-link on three sides and a brick wall to his back. When a man picked him up he was still young, perhaps about one. The man took him to the school were he was locked into a harness. Mug was given a number like all the other dogs.
The dogs were all sorts, mixed breeds and pure. There was some rivalry between the two sorts. Even though they all had numbers for names, nicknames came from each side. Mug earned his name from being referred to as ‘the one with the mug’. Ugly was sometimes heard within the reference…
He passed, but not with flying colors. He was average in all his skills, mainly because he had a conscious. Some of the methods he didn’t agree with, but after the first discipline for his refusal doing as they asked was better then Discipline.
When he got out he was set to working about the grounds of the new labs. The dog often wonders the evils that lie inside. He’s only been allowed to guard inside on a couple occasions. Each time he hasn’t really seen much…
On the outside though beyond the fence, he saw his reason for living. A beautiful bitch in a molten coat stared between the chain-link. She looked at him with two different colored eyes. Mug was captivated.
When the gate was open and he was chasing off a man, he doesn’t remember what was going on really. It was chaos. She was there again. Five feet from him they stared at one another. In his bones he knew it then, she wasn’t a common bitch, not that he thought that to begin with, but something more. He uttered Lady Wolf unconsciously. All she did was cock her head to the side, a small smile on her muzzle. She took a circle around him only to come back to him and give him a puzzled look. Mug didn’t know why and didn’t find out. As he was about to ask what was wrong his number was called. He turned away from the bitch and barked only to turn back and she was gone. He shook his head looking around for her scent and found nothing…