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 Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 7:21 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 8:05 pm
Monty  Full Name: Monty Love
Nickname: Monty
Gender: Male
Breed: Goldendoodle
Age: 4
Rank: Pet
Colorist: Thalion
Obtained: New Breed Event (RP flat sale)
Shire: Unknown
Dame: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown (his one 'true' sibling is deceased.); his 'half brother' is Marmaduke
Mate: None
Pups: None
Available for Rp: Yes
Available for Plottage: Yes
Available for breeding: Yes
Personality:
COMING SOON
Background:Quote: I can remember as though it was just yesterday. The hell I had been through and the nightmares that still haunt my dreams. I thought life as a pup was suppose to be the good life; one you can look back on and smile while reminiscing on the good old times. Not for me and perhaps not for any of my siblings nor even my mother. Not even for the other canines at the farm. Here is my story.
When I was born, I can remember the cramped cage my human would keep me and my siblings in. The cage was minuscule and it was a wonder as to how our human kept us all in there but somehow, he did. The cage floor was wired and as my sister soon learned, scouting around the cage would end in pain because one false move and your foot gets caught in the wire and it's impossible to set free unless you scream for hours and hours until the human notices something is wrong. The smells were that of urine and excrement and to be quite honest, unbearable. The water bottle that were kept in our cage dripped constantly, leaving us little to no water to satisfy our thirst. My mother was, in my eyes, the most beautiful golden b***h you could ever see. Though while she was thin, her claws seemed to curl underneath her due to the fact our human didn't like to trim our nails so mommy walked with a limp, and her fur was in extremely matted in different areas, it didn't change the way I saw her. Despite our poor living conditions, I didn't seem to mind. I thought this was the way a puppy was suppose to live and the conditions were only normal. Of coarse, I soon realized that the way I once lived was not how a dog is suppose to live. But I'm getting to ahead of myself. As my siblings and I were growing, the cage seemed to shrink. It was becoming more and more crowded as one of us grew and I hoped our human would notice and move us to a larger cage. Of coarse, that didn't happen.
As soon as mother had us, we found out she was to have another litter of puppies soon. Sure, the thought of having more siblings was a delight but I didn't think our human had to breed our mother so soon; not under these living conditions any way but that never seemed to stop him. Playing with my siblings was seemed to be a challenge not only for me but for my brothers and sisters as well. We seemed to crash against the walls as one would pin the other or bump into another as one tried to slumber, interrupting their dreams. Trying not to get your foot caught in the wire while playing also was a challenge and something we had to look out for. It seemed as though we were trapped in a place were fun was not allowed unless you wanted to get hurt so my siblings and I finally decided we would keep away from playing. When it came to no longer nursing our mother and moving on to real kibble, it seemed to be like a battlefield; survival of the fittest and only the stronger would eat first while the others waited their turn. Our owner gave us a small portion of food thinking it would feed all of us. We had to fight for our food and had to show who was the most worthy to eat first. I wasn't always the strongest of the litter so I always found myself licking whatever scraps my siblings would leave for me. At the end of the day, while my siblings had full plump bellies, I was left with a growling tummy and a bony body to match. Oh but don't worry though, I eventually grew into my Buddha belly.
As days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, I was getting bigger and so were my siblings. I was about 8 weeks old and something happened to me. If I can recall, I was sleeping peacefully against my older brother when the cage's door sled open. The glow from the sun brightened our dark home and the remember I woke with a start. My vision was still blurry as I was recovering from sleepy eyes but I remember seeing a large hand reaching out towards me. I panicked and scrambled closer against my brother while allowed low growls tickle my throat. The hand seemed to come closer ignoring my growls and I felt it land upon the back of my neck. In a flash, it grabbed hold of my neck and dragged me out of my cage. Naturally, I yelped and fidgeted, screaming for my mother but she gave a look as though telling me it was okay; as though this hand was going to take me some place better and the look in her eyes were telling me good-bye. That was the last time I saw my mother and siblings.
Soon, I found myself in my humans hands. The hand that wasn't on my neck was cupped under my hide quarters as he held me to show me off to another strange man in front of us. If I thought my human was scary, the guy in front of us wasn't better looking. The man was large and scruffy with gray thinning hair and a large bushy mustache; for a second there I could have sworn it was another dog was owner was showing me off to. The began to talk with each other their words muffling through my head as I tried to understand what they were saying but before I knew it, my owner handed me over to the other man as he handed over money to my owner. The look on my owner's face as he was handed the money was a look I never saw before; his eyes shimmered and a big grin was pasted on his face. As strange as it may seem, I soon wished that my human would take me back so I can live on the farm once more because the place this new human took me was much worse. The farm sounded like a pretty good idea at the time as well.
This new human took me and a few other dogs which whom I did not know from the farm to a white truck whose back was open. He made his way to the open back and handed us off to another human who was waiting inside. This human placed me into a cage which, unlike the one I grew up in, was a bit more roomy. The once still truck began to move and I began to panic. I remember pacing the cage back and forth, whimpering for a long period of time until I settled down. The trip wasn't a smooth one, let me tell you that. I remember getting sick due to the many bumps that we went over. To where these humans were taking was a question that kept on racing through my head the entire ride. Finally we made it to our destination and the back of the truck opened. The human who put me in took me back out and was ignored my little throw up mess that I left for him. He handed me to the other human who then handed me off to another human; much like the exchange that happened earlier. This human examined me as to make sure everything was in place and in check. I noticed that the human nodded her head as though in approval and walked away with me in hands. I found myself in an unfamiliar surrounding one with so many sights and smells I can't even imagine where I should start. I remember hearing barking from the other dogs that seemed to live here and I can sense some of them lived the way I did before coming here. The human put in an open cage with a bowl of can and wet food waiting for me. I couldn't believe my eyes! There was food waiting for me and a large space to run around and no one to fight with for food. I thought I had died and went to some sort of doggie heaven. I later found out that this place wasn't necessary 'doggie heaven' but rather a pet store.
Shortly after being put into the pet store, I soon found myself out. A nice family with two kids and even another dog at home soon adopted me and I finally learned what it was like to be a real dog; rather...what life for a dog such as myself should be like. I remember when I first came home, I was reluctant and shy-ed away from the freedom my humans allowed me. I wasn't much of a ball fetcher at first. Heck I ran away screaming when the ball would slowly come rolling in my direction but I quickly warmed up to my new life style and came to the realization that this is the live a dog really should have. I realized that my first human wasn't caring like my current humans; that he didn't actually care about us or our happiness and health. He only cared about one thing and that was the money. The profit he made off of us. I thank the doggie god above each and every day that I am away from that hell and I no longer live there. I am thankful that I don't have to deal with the constant fight for every day needs and survival just for every day living like I did that the farm. I finally realized that a loving family is all a dog needs and although I maybe scarred due to my past life, I'm not going to let that slow me down. I'm not going to lie. Sometimes, as I gaze upon the stars at the side of my canine companion at this home, I wonder what became of my siblings and my mother. I wonder if they ever got the opportunity that I have to live the life of a normal dog or are they still in that hell? I wonder if they think about me and when I if I will ever see them again. Perhaps one day, with my luck, we can cross each other's paths once more and not notice. Only when we look over our shoulders will we smile to our selves and remember who we are and just continue to walk away; saying our final goodbyes silently
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Until recently, a pain striking event had occurred in Monty's life. His one and true friend, the dog that had kept him company ever since the day he arrived at his new home; the one he looked up to and felt as though they played the role as parent, sibling, enemy, and friend in his life had fallen ill and passed away. It seemed at that moment, Monty's whole world came crashing down. Monty had taken the news perhaps the hardest then the rest of his family. He felt his life was empty and completely pointless. A piece of him seemed to die away with his friend. He fell into a deep state of depression and his owners took note of his sudden change. He refused to eat, wasn't playing as much as he used too and seemed to push away even the simplistic of things that he once seemed to enjoy the most. Monty was in a state of confusion, much like any dog would be when an event like this happens in there life; pondering and questioning as to why this had to happen to him and why it couldn't be him instead of his friend. Not only such but he also felt guilty. He felt that somehow, the death of his friend was his fault entirely; he put the blame of the illness on himself.
As months passed by, Monty didn't seem to show any improvement. His owners were starting to worry even more about him and they felt as though if they didn't do something quick, he too would be the next one to go; they felt it would be horrible for the dog that already had a rough life to die of a broken heart. That was when his owners decided to adopt a brindle colored great dane they dubbed Marmaduke. Like Monty, Marmaduke had a rocky start at life. The owners felt seeing how both dogs had a rocky life style, they could relate to one another and perhaps they could get along with each other faster then they thought. Monty, was rocky with the first meeting and wanted nothing to do with his dopey new roommate; he vowed to himself that no other dog would replace his fallen friend. Of coarse, that didn't mean Monty wouldn't give this new dog a chance to show him what hes got; but then again, he had no choice. He figured that no matter how much he loathed this dog or loved him, he was undoubtedly here to stay.
Days became weeks. Weeks into months. Slowly but surely Monty began to open up to and accept the new dog as his new found sibling and friend. He was beginning to show signs of his once lively nature and his owners knew they made the right decision; in truth, Monty, although he doesn't want to admit it, appreciates what his owners did for him. Although this new dog filled the emptiness in his life, he keeps the memory of his old friend in his heart forever. .
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