Taking the Toxic Back;;"

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Name ;; DS Taking the Toxic Back
Nickname ;; Toxic
Age ;; Three summers
Gender ;; Male
Breed ;; Doberman
Appearance ;;
Long snout, fore head is more bulky round the top, like a standard
doberman. He is pure bred, so he shows the usual doberman black
and tan markings; tan point on check, socked legs, under coat on
tail, under coat on muzzle. His eyes are exceptionally smaller then
his other features, and are all shades of brown, seeing as brown
is the only color variation for his color and breed. His legs are
strong and firm, and his back leads off to a strong but stubby tail.
His nose is black, but tongue is slightly merled in some areas. His
paw pads are commonly mistaken to be black, when actually they
are a dark shade of brown. He also has a tan spot on each side
of his face. Basically he shows all the doberman characteristics.

History ;; -via dog experience, first person-

I was unaware, unknown, to the fact i was only in this world
because of humans as i tumbled over one of my siblings in the
wooden pen my breeder put me in. I was to be a show dog. So
far, i was liking the simple - but was to be - a complex life. I
yawned and rested, then played, then ate. Then the process was
repeated and i lived, what my mother told me, was life. Though,
it all changed at 16 weeks, were i was taken away from the
safe grip of my siblings, harnessed in collars that pulled upwards,
and taught a show pose or two. It was good, i was growing up
and enjoying it. I remember my stubby tail wagging so fast when
i first won 1st place. Though, it was only because of the excitement,
back when i was a pup, i never understood the reason for cheering.

As a grew older, in to a fully grown two summers old. I started to
get exceptionally bored of the routine. I wished for the days of
puppy classes and playing to come back, not sitting in a pedigree
box waiting for the next show. I hated how a rough brush was
pushed over my fur everyday to make it glossy. Suddenly i was
hating life. I still continue to live with my breeder, well - part of
my breeder, it still feels the same, its just my breeder has gone
and her daughter has taken over. Actually, i think things have
improved. So im slightly enjoying it.

Role Play Sample ;;

As i was lead on to the green show pitch, my ears erected as
my owner lightly pulled me along. I heard a human below in to
a speaker, talking about me and other dogs. I was led around
the show ring, large paws thudding the ground but still looking
elegant and firm. The muscles in my body flexed as i started to
walk faster, owner by my side, pulling a black show lead. Finally
we stopped. Another annoucement by a human was made, and
other dogs started to gallop round the ring. All of the same
breed, all looking like me but with a slightly different gradiant
of color. Suddenly, i heard my voice. I was led towards a table..

My owner pushed the lead, i had to jump on to the table. She
muttered in my ear "just like we practice" and she touched the
top of my nose and tip of my tail. I instantly went in to a strong
show position, legs,back and neck straight with curvier body.
The judge stroked me and examined me then nodded. I looked
back and jumped off the table at owners command. Now we
had to stand in a line and be paitent, waiting for the results...

[Distiny]

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